Disclaimer: don't own House M.D or any of its affiliates. It sucks.
For Wilson, the end of the day couldn't come soon enough. It was fortunate he'd had no patients that afternoon, as he was too distracted to give them the due care and attention they needed. No, all afternoon thought's of Cameron plagued his mind – what Cuddy had told him, and Cameron's quiet request that he go round hers once he was finished at work. He shut off everything in his office and turned to the door, only to be greeted by House. "You wanna hang out tonight?"
Wilson blinked, trying to rapidly come up with a plausible excuse but instead settled for saying "can't. Sorry. Have plans" before pushing past House and making his way to the elevator.
House followed, limping quickly after him, saying "no you don't. You would have told me earlier if you did."
Wilson turned and looked at House, slightly pissed at him as he replies "goddamit House! There is no need for you to know everything about my life! I have plans with a friend, someone other than you, ok?" He ranted at him before turning and practically running down the stairs, leaving a rather peeved House behind.
The elevator quickly came and House entered it, determined to follow Wilson and find out what he was up to. Fortunately for House no one else got in the elevator so the ride down to the lobby was a quick one. As soon as House stepped out he saw Wilson disappearing through the automatic doors so House quickly limped after him. Once he was outside House scanned the car park for Wilson's car, relieved to see he hadn't left yet. He got into his own car and when Wilson pulled out House stealthily began to follow him.
When Wilson pulled onto a familiar street House frowned, wondering what he was doing going down the road to Cameron's. When Wilson pulled to a stop in front of her apartment block House parked his car a few cars back and slunk down in his car so Wilson wouldn't see him and he watched as Wilson made his way into Cameron's apartment block.
Inside, Wilson was stood outside Cameron's door, nervously trying to gather up the courage to knock. Taking a deep breath he raised his fist and knocked gently. From the inside of the apartment a small voice asked "Wilson? Is that you?"
Wilson cleared his throat before answering "yes Allison, it's me." He didn't ask to come in, he was just going to let her run the show and take things at her own pace. Luckily he didn't have to wait long as he heard a deadlock being unbolted and the door slowly opening, Allison's bruised and tear – stained face looking tentatively out, a relieved look crossing her face when she saw it was, indeed, Wilson. She opened the door to let him in and as soon as he was standing inside her apartment she shut the door and bolted the deadlock. She hung her head, suddenly not wanting Wilson to see her, to see how awful she looked. But when his gentle voice quietly said "Allison?" she turned and looked at him.
Wilson swallowed down the lump in his throat as he looked at the tiny, broken woman before him; she wore baggy jogging bottoms and a loose t-shirt. Her skin was so red raw there were patches where it had bled through onto her clothes. Wilson looked at the bruising on his face and his insides twisted painfully. Unsure of what to do he slowly moved his hand to take hers "Allison," he murmured softly "what happened?"
He slowly led her to the couch and sat her down, pulling the coffee table closer to sit on it, so he sat in front of her. Cameron rubbed furiously at her arm and whispered "I can't get clean. I feel him. I feel the dirt. It won't come off Wilson."
Wilson forced himself to blink back the tears as he took her hand again, squeezing it gently before saying in a soft voice "Allison, you have been bleeding. May I take a look?"
Cameron gripped his hand tightly and when Wilson looked up he was surprised at the raw fear he saw there "Wilson..." she whimpered.
"Ssh, it's ok, I just want to make you better, ok?"
She loosened her grip on him and he moved away to find a first aid kit. As he wandered around her apartment he couldn't help but feel that it was not him who should be there, but House. He eventually found the first aid kit in the bathroom and when he returned to the living room Cameron was sat in exactly the same position he had left her in. He sighed sadly before moving closer to her. "Allison?" He didn't want to startle her.
With an almost sleepy look she looked up at him and gave him a heartbreakingly sad smile. "Are you going to patch me up, doc?" She asked him in a desperately weak attempt at normalcy.
Wilson nodded and sat back down on the coffee table. "Allison, I will not go anywhere you are uncomfortable with, ok?"
She looked at him gratefully and nods. Wilson then proceeded to clean and tend to her self inflicted wounds, most of which were around her breasts, chest and ribcage. Wilson tried to be as gentle as possible but when he accidentally pressed too hard on her ribs she hissed in pain. Wilson had noticed the bruises but had said nothing but this time he couldn't help but ask her "Allison...if you don't want to tell me I understand...but what caused these bruises?"
Cameron pulled her top down and looked at the floor before replying in a small voice "a cane. He...he asked me...what was it about House I found so attractive...and...and then he asked...whether it was because he was a cripple..."
Wilson felt sick. He had never heard anything so disgusting in his life. He goes to stroke Cameron's hair but she flinches away from him, remembering her attacker yanking on her hair. Wilson immediately draws his hand back saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's ok, I won't do that. Allison, how long has it been since you've slept?"
Cameron shrugged and Wilson nodded before continuing "Would it be ok if I gave you a mild sedative? I have my kit in my car, it would only take me a minute to get it."
She nodded, desperately wanting a night of sleep that wasn't filled with nightmares. "I'll be right back" Wilson whispered before dashing out of her apartment and down to his car. When House saw Wilson going to his car he was relieved as Wilson had been in her apartment a long time. However, when he saw Wilson getting his kit bag out of his car before making his way back into Cameron's apartment block he felt himself start to get nervous again and he wished he could just run up the stairs to Cameron's apartment and barge in, demanding to know what was going on. But he couldn't and he wouldn't because that would mean admitting feelings for Cameron he wasn't entirely sure about yet.
Wilson made his way back into Cameron's apartment and deadlocked the door behind him. Cameron looked up at him gratefully. "Have you eaten?" Wilson asked in a concern tone as he looked at the tiny person sat in front of him.
She shook her head in the negative "I can't. "
Wilson nodded in understanding and rifled through his bag. "I think I have some vitamins in here. Just take some of those, then we'll see about getting you to bed, ok?"
Cameron nodded as she took the vitamins, swallowing them quickly. As Wilson prepared the sedative Cameron made her way to the bathroom, somewhat impressed her trembling legs could still hold her up. Once she was finished in the bathroom she made her way to the bedroom, where Wilson was waiting for her. She slipped under the covers and nodded her consent before Wilson slid the syringe in her arm. She felt it quickly take effect and before she succumbed to sleep entirely she whispered to Wilson "please...don't tell House...I love him so much...I don't want him...to think...about me differently..." before she fell into a dreamless sleep. A tear ran down Wilson's face as he whispered back "I won't Allison, I promise."
A/N: for those of you that are wondering, yes, this IS a Hameron fic, House just needs to be driven slightly crazy before he can get with Cameron! please review!