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Chase starts chest compressions, while Dr Bradley and Foreman start shouting out orders to the nurses for numerous medications in a frantic effort to restart Cameron's heart.

A moment later, Dr Bradley is at Chase's side, holding the defibrillator paddles. "Step back Chase. We've got to shock her." Chase obliges, albeit reluctantly. Dr Bradley then orders the scrub nurse. "Charge paddles to two hundred." And then once the paddles are charged, he calls out. "Charged ...Clear." Before triggering the paddles, and delivering the electrical charge to Cameron's lifeless body. One look up at the monitor causes Dr Bradley to say. "No change. Charge again, three hundred."

Again, the scrub nurse follows his orders, and gets the defibrillator ready.

Again, the call of "Charged... Clear." Rings out through the operating room before Cameron's body is once again arched off the table by the shock coursing through her.

Once again there is no change, and Dr Bradley looks up at Foreman sadly, and suggests. "Maybe you should let her go. She's been through enough."

Before Foreman can answer him, Chase steps back up to the table, and angrily says. "No way! No. She's young, keep trying."

Dr Bradley and Foreman exchange a glance, and the decision is made to try one last time. They prepare to shock her again, at three-sixty this time.

Everyone in the room holds their breath in hope as Dr Bradley once again presses the paddles to her chest, and calls out. "Clear." Before he shocks her again.

Everyone in the room holds their breath, and watches the monitor for several terrifying seconds before it shows a heart rate. "She's back in sinus rhythm." Dr Bradley tells no one in particular, and then turns to Foreman, and tells him. "You need to finish up, if she goes back into arrest, we won't be able to get her back."

Twenty minutes later, Cameron is out of surgery, and Chase is sitting by her side in the ICU. She is still intubated, and she hasn't woken up yet, and even though that is to be expected, Chase is trying to hold back panic, unsuccessfully.

"Please Allie, please be alright." Chase says wearily as he strokes her cheek gently, trying to coax her back into awareness.

I should've made her get checked out.

She had a head injury, and I did nothing!

This is my fault.

Please let her pull through this.

It is another three hours before Chase looks up at Cameron, and to his joy, he sees that Cameron's eyes are open, and she is looking towards him. Chase practically jumps out of his seat, and says warmly to her. "Welcome back, Allie …You had us all worried there for a while."

Cameron weakly tries to pull out the breathing tube, but Chase quickly pulls her hands away, and tells her. "You're intubated. Just calm down, and I'll take it out for you."

Cameron settles instantly, and Chase quickly gathers the necessary equipment to remove the tube. Once he's deflated the cuff of the tube, Chase wraps his hand around it, and instructs Cameron. "Okay, breathe in, and on three blow out."

Cameron takes a breath around the tube, and then after Chase has counted it, she blows out as he pulls out the tube. As soon as it's out, she leans forwards, coughing violently.

Worried that she'll hurt herself, Chase tries to soothe her as he grabs a glass of water, and carefully gives her a mouthful, which quickly eases her coughing fit. He then tells her. "I've got to go page Foreman. I'll be right back." Before he walks out into the hallway.

Chase re-enters the room several minutes later, with Foreman following close behind him. Chase takes his seat at her bedside, while Foreman greets her, getting straight down to business. "Good to see you awake, Cameron. How're you feeling? Any pain?"

Cameron looks up at her colleague, turned surgeon as she answers. "Dull headache." And then realising she doesn't know, she asks. "What happened to me?"

"You were involved in a car accident yesterday, we think that must have caused a small tear in your middle meningeal artery, which inevitably ruptured, and caused a severe epidural haemorrhage. You were lucky, if you'd collapsed at home you probably would've died, as it is we got you into surgery, and repaired the damage." Foreman informs her quickly before he says. "I just need to do an exam, okay?"

"…" Cameron pauses for a moment, trying to process that she has just had surgery, brain surgery, because she thought she knew better. "Um, okay." She eventually answers.

Five minutes later, Foreman has checked all her vitals, and examined the surgical incision, doing well. And now he is checking her strength. "Okay, squeeze my hands for me, right and left." He tells her as he puts his hands in hers.

Cameron squeezes his left hand tightly, but barely moves her right hand, let alone squeezes his. She looks up at him with panic clear in her eyes.

Foreman keeps up a professional façade, despite his worry as he moves towards the end of the bed and repeats the test on her feet, with the same result, severe weakness on her right hand side; complication of surgery or caused by the bleed, either way, same result.

Cameron is released from the hospital, in a wheelchair less than a week later, but she still has to go to PPTH every day for physical therapy in an attempt to regain some of the function that she's lost.

She has been out of hospital for two weeks when her therapist decides that she is ready to start using a frame to get around. The one he has gotten for her has an accessory, a tubular holder at just the right height that she puts her right arm in and rest it there, therefore giving her much better control with it than a standard frame.

As they go around the room, Cameron asks her therapist, Paul. "So do you think I can get back to work soon?"

Paul stops her, and gently tells her. "Not yet, Alison. You're only three weeks post op, and you have a long way to go. I'm sorry."

"I hate this!" Cameron cries despairingly, even though she knows that he's right. It isn't fair, all she's ever done is help people, and yet here she is.

That night, when Chase finishes work he goes around to Cameron's house, picking up a bouquet of roses, a bottle of wine, and some takeaway on his way, intent on surprising and cheering up Cameron, she seemed down when he saw her earlier.

As he turns his key in the door of her apartment, and lets himself in, Chase is shocked at the sight before his eyes. Cameron is sitting on the couch, and there are at least four dozen pills laid out on the coffee table, alongside a bottle of vodka.

"Allie?" Chase says questioningly, shocked.

She barely looks up at him as she says. "Go away, Chase."

Chase ignores her request, drops his parcels by the door, before he goes over to the couch, and sits down beside her, drawing her close.

Cameron weakly tries to pull away, but really doesn't put up much of a fight as she says. "Please, Chase. Just go. Just let me do this."

"No, Allie. No chance." Chase says firmly, stroking her short hair gently in a soothing way. "Why're you even doing this? You're getting better."

"No I'm not." Cameron tells him despondently. "I can barely even walk!"

"And you couldn't even do that after surgery, you're getter better." Chase reasons.

They sit there in silence for almost half an hour before Cameron says. "I'm just so sick of being like this. Being this weak."

Chase sighs softly, and replies. "I know, Allie. But you are going to get better, you just need to give it time."

Cameron leans in closer to Chase, and begins to cry into his shoulder.

Epilogue

It is three months before Cameron returns to work. And when she does it is hardly a spectacle, she just walks into the outer office, now using a cane similar to House's, and sporting a short cropped hairstyle even though her hair has had time to grow much longer, when asked, she simply states "It looks better like this." And give them a look that dares them to question her, and in truth it does look good.

Since that pivotal night, her entire outlook on her recovery has changed completely, and even though she still has months of physical therapy ahead, she goes to each session ready for whatever her therapist has for her, and determined to do whatever it takes; she really hates when House mocks her by walking a step behind her, and mimicking her less than perfected technique with the cane, and can't wait to be rid of it.

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