Cameron slowly woke up the next morning. The light come thorough the windows poured over the room. She hadn't really looked at anything except the bed the night before. While laying, she surveyed the room. There was a chair by the large window and on a small table next to that was a record player. She rolled over and spotted the bottle of water and pills on the night stand. She picked up the pills and recognized it as Ibuprofen. She took the pills for the headache and finished off the water bottle.
Cameron heard the front door close so she wandered into the living room to find Thirteen taking off a scarf and setting a bag on the kitchen counter.
Thirteen saw Cameron walking in and smiled, "Hey. How do you feel?"
"Alright," Cameron replied.
Thirteen pulled a few things out of the bag, "I got breakfast. I don't usually have food around."
Cameron leaned on the opposite side of the counter and looked down at the breakfast tacos and coffee. "You didn't have to."
"Well, your stomach is empty," Thirteen replied, "So you definitely need to eat." She held out a taco for Cameron
"Thanks," Cameron took the taco and unwrapped it. She glanced at the clock behind Thirteen and saw it was fifteen after seven. "What time do you have to be in today?"
"Eight," Thirteen replied, "But it's ten minutes from here to the hospital so I've got time."
Cameron sat on a stool across from Thirteen and Thirteen just leaned on the counter as they ate. "I should be there ate eight, but I have to go home and change."
"You're welcome to wear some of my clothes," Thirteen offered.
Cameron agreed so after breakfast they both went back to Thirteen's room. Thirteen opened up the closet and let Cameron look through her clothes. At the bottom of the closet, next to the shoes, were stacks of old LPs.
"You like Miles Davis?" Cameron asked, looking back up at the clothes.
Thirteen sat on her bed, "I like a little of everything."
"You like being mysterious?" Cameron asked.
"I don't mean to be," Thirteen replied.
Cameron pulled down a shirt and held it in front of her, "Then what do you mean to be?"
"That looks good," Thirteen stated, then added, "I mean to be cautious."
Cameron tossed green shirt onto the bed and went digging through the pants. "Why cautious? Did you get hurt?"
"Hasn't everyone?" Thirteen asked.
Cameron pulled out some pants and held them in front of her legs. "Why do you trust me?"
Thirteen stood and grabbed a different pair of pants. She took the pants in Cameron's hand and put them back, replacing them with the one's she picked out. She sat back down, "Do you think you're not trustworthy?"
"I know I am," Cameron stated, "But you didn't."
"How do you know I didn't? People talk," Thirteen stated, "House makes snide comments."
"I know more about you that House has been able to figure out over the course of a month," Cameron took off her shirt and pulled on the other one, "I've known you for two days."
"Yet you're bringing me home and wearing my clothes," Thirteen smiled.
Cameron smiled back, "I don't mean to pry. I'm just curious."
"I understand," Thirteen nodded and stood. She walked out of the room.
When Cameron was done changing, she walked into the living room and saw Thirteen folding the blanket she used the night before.
"You didn't have to sleep on the couch," Cameron said, walking to the coat rack and grabbed her coat.
"Yeah, but I tried sleeping in the bathtub once and I accidentally turned on the faucet while I was a sleep," She paused tossing the folded blanket onto the couch, "It wasn't pretty."
Cameron put on her coat with a smile on her face. She watched Thirteen get her coat. "You know what I mean."
Thirteen shrugged, "Some people like their personal space, but of course…you did date House. I should have know you weren't normal then."
Cameron's mouth dropped open, "Do did you know that?"
Thirteen opened the front door, "A nurse overheard Foreman and Chase talking about it."
"Why did she tell you?" Cameron asked following Thirteen down to their cars.
"I asked," Thirteen replied.
"You asked if I had dated House?" Cameron raised an eyebrow.
"No," Thirteen responded, "I asked in general about you and that's what I got."
"Why were you asking about me?" Cameron asked stopping at her car which was parked next to Thirteen's.
Thirteen looked over the top of her car, "I don't usually let strangers into my apartment, but all I got was you dated House and you're a quote 'nice girl.'"
"What happened to being cautious?" Cameron leaned on her car.
Thirteen let out a sly smile, "There's exceptions to every rule."
Cameron studied Thirteen for a moment, "Is is completely idiotic to drive two cars from one place to the exact same destination?"
"I'd say so," Thirteen replied, "You can ride with me. That way if I can't take you home, you can go home with Chase and if you can't take me home, I'm not stranded."
Cameron pocketed her keys and got into the passenger's seat of Thirteen's car.
They got out together, but parted ways at the elevators. Thirteen watched Cameron walk into the ER. She bit her lip and took a deep breath. When Cameron rounded a corner, Thirteen shook her head and turn to the elevator. The bell dinged and the doors opened. There was no one in it so she stepped in and pressed the number for her floor.