Chapter 4
"How's the pain? Better or worse?" Foreman had stopped worrying about his sick colleague for the moment, although the look of concern was still there.
"It's eased off a bit. I think the tea helped with that." Upon arrival at PPTH, Chase & Cameron were met by Foreman, and all three carefully walked to Cuddy's office. As soon as she sat on the couch, a pillow behind her head and Chase sitting beside her, holding her hand as a means of comfort, Cameron was checked over by Foreman, with Cuddy, Wilson, and House looking on.
"That's good. All of your vitals are good, which means you're fine. Probably just a little winded is all, the flu can do that to you." At that moment, everyone let out a sigh of relief. "The chest pain you probably got from coughing too much. Just drinking liquids should temporarily ease the pain."
"Could have been a lot worse," said Cameron, looking at Chase, who squeezed her hand with reassurance. "Can we go home now?"
"Yeah, we can." Getting up and walking around in front of the desk, Cameron suddenly began to feel lightheaded. She immediately grabbed onto the back of the chair next to her. Chase was standing behind her when it happened, and quickly rushed to her side.
"What? What is it?" Don't panic, she's still tired.
"Nothing. I'm fine, just felt a little dizzy." She didn't want to admit out loud that she wasn't fine. In fact, she felt the way she did last night, only worse.
"Do you want to lie down?" Wilson asked, suddenly at her side as well.
"No, nothing to worry about. I'm just tired, I'll be fine." Letting go of the chair, Cameron managed to take a few more steps before losing her balance altogether. Chase caught her, but by the time he had lowered her to the floor, she had already fainted.
"Allison? Allison, can you hear me?" Chase called to her, worry in his voice, almost panicking. Cameron began to move her head back and forth slowly, and opened her eyes slightly, her vision swimming before her.
"Her blood pressure's dropped. She's got to be dehydrated!" Was that Foreman, or Wilson? Off in the distance, she vaguely heard Cuddy on the phone with the ER.
"…gurney…Cameron…blood pressure…dehydrated." Cameron's vision came back for a few seconds, just long enough to see her husband's handsome yet worried face looking at her, before being succumbed by darkness.
"Mr. President."
"Yes, Joseph. Was is it?" Dibala answered from his hospital bed.
"That female doctor who was here yesterday, Dr. Cameron or whatever her name is."
"Yes, what about her?"
"She's been admitted to the hospital, as a patient. Looks as though it's working, sir." He smiled at Dibala.
"It appears so. Now it only a matter of time before it really, how do the American's say it, kicks in." He smiled back, and both began to laugh. Dr. Cameron, welcome to my world!
A/N: From this point on, I will try to add chapters everyday if I can. Your comments are much appreciated. And yes, the story will get a little more "juicy" as well. Enjoy!