Chapter Ten
Cameron had fallen asleep again. Chase sat propped against pillows next to her watching a marathon of Desperate Housewives episodes, a guilty pleasure of his. He almost didn't hear the insistant knocking at the door he was so enveloped.
"Opened the damned door, Aussie!" House shouted through the thick wood.
Chase groaned as he had to change the channel so he wouldn't get made fun of and made his way to the door to let House in. Opening the door, House didn't bother to wait until the door was fully open to barge his way into the hotel suite. He saw Cameron's small body wrapped in a few blankets, she resembled a rag doll from his view. Chase sat at the table in the connecting room.
"How long has she been sleeping?" House asked as he dropped a bag on the table near Chase's arm.
"An hour at least. Where have you been all day?" The ever curious one asked.
"I contacted a lawyer, they should be here any minute."
"I'll go wake up Cameron," Chase said getting up.
House pulled his laptop out of his backpack and placed it on the table and stuck the disc of Cameron's attack in the side. He still hadn't watched it and wasn't sure if he was going to be able to watch it with her in the room.
"Cameron," Chase said quietly as he gently rubbed his hand along her arm.
"Hmm-," was all she responded.
"Wake up, Allison. House has a lawyer on the way. We need you to talk to them."
It took her a few minutes but she got herself into a sitting position. She was wearing a tank top and baggy sweatpants and House could barely look at her. Nearly every bone in her body was protruding through her skin. She looked exhausted with big bags under her eyes.
"I brought you some food," House explained to her as he set it all out on the table. "I didn't know what you'd want."
Cameron looked at House, who seemed to almost be avoiding eye contact. She picked up a bag of the sun chips he set out on the table and opened them as she sat down near his computer. House sat across from her and Chase sat next to her. They both watched on as she looked in the bag shaking around the chips and then took one out. She broke it in half and then in half again and ate the corner of the small peice she brought to her mouth. There was a knock at the door.
"Must be the lawyer," House assumed.
He lifted himself up and leaning heavily on his cane, he walked back towards the door and opened it. Making eye contact, he stood emotionless. Cameron looked up at the door but couldn't see who it was because House was standing in the way.
"Hi, House," a familiar voice drifted into the hotel suite.
"Stacy," was all he said.