Chapter 1
"Allison!" Chase yelled.
Chase's wife of nearly four months just ran out of Dibala's ICU room after Dibala accused Cameron of putting an air bubble into a medicated syringe. Not only had Dibala left a red hand-print on Cameron's arm, he also created nail marks, one of which had broken the skin, which went unnoticed. Just seeing this scene made Chase's blood boil.
"You touch my wife again, and I'll kick your arse. I don't care who you are!"
After dealing with Dibala, Chase went to find Cameron. He saw her sitting on the bench outside Diagnostics; legs pulled up to her chest with her chin resting on her knees, eyes staring at the floor, not even noticing Chase sit beside her. That was when he noticed that she had been crying.
" Alli, are you okay?" She only nods, tears falling slowly. By the time Chase can wrap his arms around her now trembling body, the tears were free flowing, her sobs carrying throughout the hallway.
"I don't know if I can go on with this case any longer," Cameron cried out a few minutes later.
"Are you sure? I know he accused you, but are you sure you should, especially when we're close to a diagnosis?" Chase was getting concerned at this point, as Cameron had never left in the middle of a case before.
"I don't know, Rob. Maybe I am, or I'm just really tired." While wiping away his wife's tears, Chase looked at her, noticing the fatigue that had already set in.
"You're right. It's been a long day anyway. Let's go home." Getting up off the bench and collecting their belongings from the Diagnostic lounge, the young married couple took the elevator downstairs, & walked hand-in-hand to the car. Unbeknown to either of them, the once open nail mark on Cameron's arm had scabbed over. However, there was something very mysterious about this mark. It was now only a matter of time before this mark would do it's worst, on it's victim.
After dinner that night, Chase was sitting on the couch, Cameron's head resting on his lap. Both were watching the TV when Cameron suddenly felt lightheaded. She moaned, but not without startling Chase in the process.
"What? You okay?" Chase asked, getting worried. He began rubbing her arm to calm her down.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Just didn't realize how tired I really am. I'm going to bed." Getting up off of her husband's lap proved to be a challenge of some sorts for some reason, as Chase had to help push her off of him. "You coming to bed?"
"In a little bit." Watching her leave made Chase wonder I've never seen her that tired before in a long time.
After getting changed and ready for bed, Cameron had just crossed the threshold into the bedroom when she actually did start to feel sick. Her stomach felt tense, like it does when someone has the stomach flu. Just to make sure that she wouldn't aggravate herself any further, Cameron slowly walked around to her side of the bed.
"What's wrong with me?" Cameron said out loud, but quiet enough so that Chase wouldn't hear. Before an answer could be said, she was already asleep.