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I am so sorry, I apologize that I haven't updated in months, the stories that I have been currently writing have just erased from my mind, and I've been having writer's block for lots of my stories. I don't know if this is too much to ask, I don't want to seem rude, but I would really like more reviews, because I want to know what my faithful readers think of my story. This one will probably be my final chapter, so I would like all of the reviews that I can get! Thanks so much, I hope you enjoy this last chapter! AND SINCE THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE THAT DONT LIKE THE CHASE/CAMERON SHIPPERS, I HAVE CHANGED THE SHIP JUST FOR YOU! You lucky ducks :)
"The hospital needs a new MRI machine, is there any way that-" Cuddy immediately stopped talking when she saw House waiting impatiently outside her office, pacing back and forth. Well, more like hobbling. "I'm going to have to get back to you."
She hung up the phone, surprised that he was waiting instead of barging in like he normally did.
Something must be up. Cuddy thought, and motioned for House to enter her office.
House pushed the door open, limping in and stopping a few feet away from her desk. "I need consent to start treatment for Cameron and my ew patient for African trypanosomiasis."
"African trypanosomiasis?" Cuddy repeated, confused. "There is no chance Cameron could have gotten-"
"I need the consent!" House shouted, a little more forceful than necessary. Cuddy jumped at the tone in his voice, startled. His eyes closed for a moment as he tried to regain and maintain his beating heart. "She contracted it from an immigrant from Africa. His blood entered her cut and then entered her bloodstream, which then gave her the disease. I'm betting my whole stash of Vicodin on this... even more."
She leaned back in her chair, both surprised and intrigued. "I'll give you the consent if you just answer one question for me."
House rolled his eyes in annoyance and sighed. "What?! What the hell could be so important to ask me, when I need a damn consent to save someone's life?"
Cuddy hesitated for a moment before beginning what she was going to say. "Are you in love with Cameron?"
House stood there, not sure if he should tell her or not. But the expression on his face gave it straight away to her, as he noticed when a light smile formed on her face. He might as well just tell her what she wants to hear. And what he wants and needs to hear, too. "Maybe... yes."
Cuddy nodded, feeling victorious. She finally got House to admit to something that was actually true. "Now go and save your patients."
"I'm going to treat you and that idiot for African trypanosomiasis." House explained. "I already got consent from Cuddy. A nurse should be coming in in a little bit to give you the treatment."
"That guy wasn't an idiot... it wasn't his fault, it was mine." Cameron said, defensive. "I wasn't careful enough." House nodded, and made his way to the door, but was stopped in his tracks by Cameron's voice calling out to him. "Thank you, House... I know that you probably get that a lot from patients, obviously."
Glancing back at her, House shrugged. "It's my job. I'll see you in a while after you've come back to work." And before she could say anything else, he was out the door.
Not to be back for a while.
Two weeks later...
Cameron was laying on her side, facing away from Foreman, who was behind her. She was laying in a hospital bed, pain evident on her face. "How much longer, Foreman?"
"Just a little bit, don't worry." Foreman assured her. "You're doing great."
She was currrently in the middle of a spinal tap procedure, the follow up of her treatment. She had to do regular spinal taps and checkups for a year, just to make sure that the treatment was working.
"Ugh... I hate needles." Cameron winced at the pain again.
Foreman smirked. "So... you can give shots to people but you can't have them given to you?"
"Never really took a liking to them, I guess." Cameron winced a little as Foreman pulled the needle out of her back. "Where's Chase?"
"He's down in clinic duty. Since House doesn't have you to boss around, he's using Chase. Chase is now his new torture victim." Foreman said, trying to get a laugh out of Cameron.
But she wasn't budging.
She had changed ever since she had gotten treated, and he didn't know why. Foreman placed the needle down and began wiping her back off. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing... it's nothing." Cameron said, trying to get him off the subject, but he wouldn't give up so easily. That wasn't how Foreman was. "It's not that important."
"It must be important if it's bugging you this much inside." Foreman told her.
Cameron sighed. "House... he told me that... that he loved me. That he only pushed me away because he didn't want to risk the pain of potentially... losing me. He didn't want to go through anymore pain than he has already."
Foreman knew that there was something that she was leaving out. "And?"
She turned onto her back as soon as he was done wiping it off, and she turned her head so she could see his. "I just... I wonder if I made the right choice. You know, Chase or House?"
God, I feel like Oprah right now. Foreman thought to himself which brought out a brief smile that went unnoticed by Cameron. "I would just do what you feel is right. Whatever that may be."
A knock was heard, and Foreman and Cameron turned their heads to see Wilson standing at the door. "Mind if I come in?"
Cameron shook her head. "No, not at all. Make yourself comfortable." She looked at Foreman one more time, as if to say that they would finish their conversation some other time. He understood.
"I actually have to go down to the clinic. I'll see you guys later." Foreman said, and exited the room.
Wilson waited for a moment, watching Foreman until he was out of sight. He then turned back to Cameron. "How have you been feeling?"
"Much better. The treatment's been working perfectly." Cameron explained.
Wilson nodded. "That's good. That's really good." There was a moment of silence, and then he spoke. "I think that there's something you should know... about House."
"What, you mean that House is in love with me?" Cameron told him. "And that before, he was just pushing me away because he didn't want to be hurt again?"
He stared at her in surprise, wondering how she knew that. "How... how did you know that?"
She was about to speak, but a nurse walked in, and walked over to her bed, checking things and writing down notes on her clipboard. Another nurse walked in, with a food of tray in her hand. "Here you go, Dr. Cameron."
"Thanks." Cameron smiled, and the two nurses exited the room. She looked down at her plate, which consisted of bread, a cup of pudding and an apple. "He told me. The day he diagnosed me, he told me how he felt. It's what I've been waiting for him to say for as long as I've known him." She picked up her pudding and opened it, dipping her spoon and placing some of it in her mouth. "But I know that Chase loves me too... what should I do, Wilson?" Cameron whispered.
A tear escaped from her eye, and fell onto her fragile hand. As soon as Wilson saw this, he embraced her in a warm hug. One that she's been needing for a while. "Just do what you think is best for you."
Cameron's head rested on his shoulder blade, her voice a little muffled by his jacket. "I don't want to see anyone get hurt. I'm afraid that I'm going to hurt someone."
"You'll figure something out." He assured her. "You always do."
Four days later...
Cameron stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, admiring her new dress that she had bought just for this event. The hospital was holding a party to celebrate the hospital's anniversary.
Cameron's eyes were no long hollow and fearful, but full of life and happiness. The feeling of being able to get through the rough patch in her life was a turning point for her. House had admitted to her that he loved her. And that he still does. But it was time for him to get off of his high horse and do something about it. House was damn lucky that she didn't choose Chase over him. It broke her heart to tell Chase that she had chosen House.
But she had to follow her heart for once in her life.
She was dressed in an red charmeuse strapless dress that contained a ruched bodice with a trim. She knew that House had always liked red on her.
Her brunette hair was in loose curls, with the top half pulled back into a messy bun. Her makeup was defining, but not too much. Grabbing her purse from the dresser, she glanced at herself once more in the mirror before looking at the clock.
Time to go.
Cameron entered the lobby, in awe with how much the hospital could clean up. It was no longer cluttered and crowded, but it was lively and spacious, with everyone socializing with each other.
"Hey Cameron!" Foreman greeted, walking over to her, along with Chase.
Cameron smiled. "Hey, Foreman, hey Chase."
"Come on, lets go get some drinks." Chase said, and guided her and Foreman over to where the drinks were being held.
As they were making their way towards the drinks, Cameron glanced around for House, but he was nowhere in sight. He probably won't be there. He's probably the last person who would want to come to this.
But then, something caught her eye. In the corner of the lobby, House was popping Vicodin into his mouth, as usual. She looked over at him, and their eyes locked. Seconds later, he released the eye contact and limped out of the lobby, over to the elevators.
He was going to hide. To retreat. And she knew just where to find him. She turned back to Foreman and Chase. "Hey, I'll be right back, I need to go to the bathroom."
House sat in his office, the darkness strangely comfortable to him. He picked up his big tennis ball, and stared at it for a second, before chucking it against the wall in anger. It bounced down to the ground and rolled over to the door, where they met the feet of another person. House looked up and saw that it was Cameron standing in the doorway.
He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He had always loved the color red on her. It always highlighted her pale skin and flawless face. The way the dress skimmed her every curve was not helping the fact that his mouth was becoming dryer by the second. Shaking his mind out of its reverie, he finally found his tongue and all that came out were venemous words. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be downstairs with your little Aussie boyfriend?"
She didn't budge. "I wanted to make sure you were okay." She stepped closer into his office, but not too close as to invade his personal privacy. "And I needed to talk to you about something."
House didn't even look at her. "Alright, talk."
"I don't want to be one of your puzzles, House. I don't want to be like one of your patients, where you find out whats wrong with them and then just throw their case away like its nothing!" Cameron told him furiously, almost screaming.
He took his cane and banged it against the bookcase, causing some of the books to fall and leaving a little dent in the metal. She jumped back a little in surprise. It was the same exact thing that he did when she confronted him about his pain a while back. "You don't get it, do you?!" He stood up from his seat, so he could maintain eye contact with her. "Do you know why I want to know everything about you?! It isn't because I want to solve your little puzzle, however confusing it may be! I just want to know what happened in your life, is that so hard to understand? I'm not always a misanthropic son of a bitch, contrary to what everyone may think." His breathing was rapid, and she had to pinch herself once or twice to make sure that she wasn't dreaming this.
"House..." Cameron breathed.
"When I told you that I loved you... I meant it. I thought you were dying. And I thought that I couldn't save you. So I said it." House said to her.
She walked even closer to him, only a few inches away from him. She brought her manicured hand up to stroke his cheek. Just like when they first kissed. "So what if I told you that I may have not chosen Chase? What would you do?"
House felt like he was melting under her soft touch. "I would do this." He lowered his lips down onto hers, not caring that there was a sharp pain in his leg. It was numbed by the feeling of her lips on his.
This was finally what Cameron wanted. And House.
Both were happy.
Both were saved.
Well, I hope you liked my story! That was the final chapter! I am going to be starting another story soon, but I am going to wait until I finish some of my other ones. Please R&R, I would really appreciate it because I want to know what you guys think!