Hello everybody, hope you didn't miss me too much!
...Actually, I kinda hope you did. I was off writing M rated stories but I got bored of that so I'm back to good old K+. It's nice to totally avoid romance sometimes isn't it?
Um... So yeah, to recap, Remy had just woken to find Cameron at her bedside rather than her boyfriend, and she wants to know why.
I hope you enjoy this chapter, and please review, because if you don't I'm going to eat your hat.
Even if you aren't wearing one.

Chapter eight – Betrayal
Remy
Cameron and a nurse came by earlier today to remove the tubes helping me to breathe. My throat hurts and my voice keeps cracking when I try to talk. My ribs hurt when I move, as does the now healing cut running down my side. It'll leave a hell of a scar- a souvenir of how lucky I am to be alive, I guess.
But despite all this, I am only able to think about Foreman. Why hasn't he come to see me? Cameron said they paged him when I first woke up, and it's been hours. Surely even House wouldn't be enough of an ass to keep him working even when his girlfriend has just woken up from a car crash after two weeks?
I keep praying that House is what's keeping him from visiting me, because, quite simply, the alternative is far worse. I don't even want to think about it.
My eyes were just starting to well up when Cameron entered my room. I wiped them away quickly but I'm pretty sure she saw. She was nice enough not to say anything and after checking my IV and vitals, sat down beside me.
"How are you doing?" she asked, her big eyes filled with concern and unwanted sympathy. I looked away, unable to keep the tears from escaping my eyes. She opened her mouth, I presume to ask what was wrong, and I held up my trembling hand in response.
"Oh, sweetie..." she leaned forwards and enveloped me in a hug. I breathed in her sweet smell and sobbed into her shoulder.

Cameron
Oh, God. I had no idea that Remy's Huntington's was getting worse, and this quickly too. Is that what caused her crash? I shuddered to think about the impact it will have on her life.
Will she have to quit her job?
Why does it have to be her?
Why does it have to be anyone?

Foreman
I'd spent my day avoiding virtually everyone. I was constantly being paged, whether by Cameron to find out where I was and why I hadn't been to see Thirteen, or by House just to annoy me.
I finally gave up and informed Cuddy that I was going home. She looked concerned.
"Are you okay? I know it's hard with Remy being in hospital, but Cameron said you haven't been down to see her and-" I cut her off.
"I'm fine. I just don't really want to stay here any longer. I'm going back to my apartment." She eyed me sceptically but nodded.
Instead of going home, I headed to a bar just fifteen minutes away from Princeton. I drowned my sorrows in alcohol, my only absolution from the guilt that penetrated my every waking moment.

Foreman groaned, his head pounding furiously and his stomach lurching. Where he'd been and what he'd done last night was a mystery; what he'd drunk however, was not. He lifted his head wearily and smiled at the woman lying in bed next to him, she was turned away so all he could see was her gorgeous brunette hair.
He kissed her neck tenderly. She didn't smell like Remy. He stroked her arm. Her skin wasn't as soft as Remy's usually was. She grumbled incoherently about having being woken up.
She didn't sound like Remy. She turned to look at her latest one-night-stand.
Of course, it wasn't Remy.

That's enough from me for now.
I'll try to update again with (hopefully) a slightly longer chapter by next Friday. I can't promise anything as I'm busy with school, but I'm sure I can slot this in somewhere :)
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