Red Snow 13
Title: Red Snow (13/?)
Fandom: House, M.D.
Characters/Pairings: House/Cameron
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 3
Summary: House...Cameron...a snowy night..a crumpled motorcycle....a secret plot?
DISCLAIMER: House, M.D. is the property of Fox and various other corporations
At long last, an update, my muse has returned.
Chapt 1, Chapt 2, Chapt 3, Chapt 4, Chapt 5, Chapt 6, Chapt 7, Chapt 8, Chapt 9, Chapter 10, Chapt 11, Chapt 12
They had sat in a comfortable silence, some obscure television running as background noise. Cameron turned to look at House, he faced the TV but she could see by the expression on his face, that he was miles away, lost in his own thoughts.
“Hey, what are you thinking about?” House turned to focus on her, and shook his head.
“Nothing. It’s just that I can’t figure out where the infection came into play. You were given antibiotics and it killed the infection, without a problem. I’ve gotten 4 rounds of antibiotics, but nothing is touching it. I get better for a while and then it hits me again. I’m missing something….”
“Why don’t you have more blood drawn from both of us, see what antibodies I’m producing…Wilson said that you had had an allergic reaction to the penicillin, has it improved since you’ve been given doxycyline?”
“It improves and then relapses the next day.”
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Her brow crinkled in thought, running the symptoms on the imaginary whiteboard that she had set up in her head. “We should run a differential, Foreman -“
“First, let’s get you through tomorrow. I’m sure that this is all just my weakened system getting it’s just deserve. I’ve felt better today, and I’m scheduled for another bag of IV antibiotics once I get back to my room.” He looked around the room uncomfortably, he wasn’t really quite sure how to proceed, he had always been a little awkward when it came to voicing or showing any of his emotions. He cleared his throat and looked at her. She had a smirk on her face and a dreamy look in her eyes.
“What?”
“Nothing…I was just thinking about you and me…once this is all done…we’ll definitely have a little down time…you know… to recover”, her smile widened as she looked at him, “I thought we could rent one of those beach houses…have a little..wine, sit on the deck listen to the ocean -“
“Bikini?” His eyebrows shot up into his hair line.
“Sure, wear what you like.”
“Funny.” He was happy that she was thinking of the future, of a future that involved him and he hoped that it went exactly like that. He didn’t care where they were, as long as they were together, and hopefully naked.
“You know I can tell when you are thinking about us naked.” Cameron giggled, and House smirked, she knew him too well. They again sat in silence. She could tell that he was beginning to wane, but he would never admit it, she’d have to give him a reason. She yawned, giving him the opportunity of an out.
“I’d better let you get to sleep, I want you well rested for the surgery tomorrow, not worrying about me. It’s working itself out.”
“I’ll page the nurse, she can get Wilson to take you back to the room.” Her hand reached for his, and he took it, rubbing his thumb across the back of her hand. It was so soft, he stared at their joined hands until she spoke softly, “Hey”. He looked up at her, he could see the love in her eyes as she smiled at him. “You can’t worry about me either, everything will go fine tomorrow.”
He nodded, and then looked toward the tv, “I know.”
The nurse peeked her head into the room. “Can you page Dr. Wilson, please?”
“I guess this is it until tomorrow morning. I’ll be here before they take you down and then Wilson is going to take me up to the observation area….” His voice trailed off and he looked away, feeling awkward.
Cameron watched him thoughtfully for a minute, he was so pale and a sheen of sweat had coated his forehead. “You need your rest…”
“I’ll be there Allison, I can’t….I can’t not be there.”
She nodded her head in understanding, a lump in her throat, he had never really vocalized his feelings for her, instead his actions would relay how he felt about her. “I want you there, it will give me peace of mind, I’m just worried about you is all.”
There was a slight knock on the glass door and then Wilson peeked his head in. House rolled his eyes, “What’s the point of knocking, if you aren’t going to wait for the all clear. Haven’t we talked about this before? We could have been busy.”
It was Wilson’s turn to roll his eyes, hands on hips. “Please.” Cameron let out a little giggle from her bed.
“Hey, I’ll see you tomorrow morning before you go in ok?”
“Sure, get some rest, more antibiotics…I’m planning on a workout once I get back on my feet.”
House smiled at her, his eye brow arching and he growled, which produced a groan from the long suffering Wilson, his face slightly red.
“Ok, that’s enough, I’m starting to feel physically ill. We’ll see you tomorrow, Cameron.”
MDMDMDMDMDMD
Once out of the room, House slumped in his chair. He didn’t have to pretend anymore, sitting with Cameron had sapped a lot of his strength. Wilson put a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder and as was alarmed to feel heat emanating from him. House removed the mask from his face, taking a deep breath of cool fresh air, shuddering a little bit.
“House?” Wilson couldn’t help the concern that came through that simple question, all he received in response was a grunt, as House further hunched over in the chair, his left hand coming up to his chest. Wilson knelt down so that they were face to face, his friends eyes were squinted shut, his face a mask of pain, “House, is it the leg?”
“My chest”, it was whispered through clenched teeth, and Wilson immediately took his stethoscope to listen. His friend’s breathing was becoming labored. Wilson’s brow furrowed in disbelief, how could he be exhibiting another puzzling symptom?
“I need a gurney and some help over here!” As nurses and orderlies surrounded House, Wilson paged Chase and Foreman, this wasn’t an ordinary infection, while listening to House’s heart, he could see that the rash had spread and was now a dark red. They had him on a gurney and were transporting him to an empty ICU room. As the flurry of activity buzzed around House, Foreman and Chase came running from the elevator.
“What’s happened?” Foreman asked as he rushed by to check his boss’s vitals. The nurse standing next to him rattled off his stats. Foreman shook his head, watching as once again House was surrounded by cooling blankets and ice to control the spiking fever. “Why isn’t the antibiotic working?”
“The rash, fever…could he be allergic to the current antibiotic?” Chase stood next to him, nothing was adding up. Cameron’s infection had disappeared within a day and it was mild. They both had suspected that House initially had the infection, but as time had passed, it was becoming evident that this infection was a totally different, maybe it was never the same as Cameron’s. “Whatever it is…it’s progressing FAST!”
tbc