A few minutes later, House walked in. Well, stumbled, more like. He'd hardly slept in two days, and he hadn't been near his drug stash either, even though he'd been tempted just now before coming here. But he was more interested in just getting into bed.
There was no point in hanging around the clinic, especially not with Logan there.
He didn't really even acknowledge Cameron, just stripped off his shirt and started pawing around in a pile of clothes for pajama bottoms.
Cameron looked up from her growing assortment of strangely shaped scalpels and other devices. "You look terrible," she observed, concern overtaking her paranoia. "What happened? Is something wrong?"
Her hands went to her mouth before she could stop herself. "Oh my god," she said. "That's awful. Almost nothing to do but give him enough medicine to ride it out." There was definitely a part of her that had perked up at the mention of a rare illness, and she pushed it back down.
"Yeah, he's... he'll be fine." House yanked up the pajama bottoms and limped over to the bed. His eyes flicked to the bag. "What the hell is all that?"
"A really crappy bribe from the island," Cameron said. "But now I can pump someone's stomach if I have to," she added, holding up part of the tubing set. She began to put it all back inside the bag.
"Too bad there's nothing fun to OD on," House said, and sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing his thigh. "I got a guitar." It was hard to be happy about the annual sorry you're still stuck here prize.
She shut the bag with a snap. "Well, at least you can say this place likes you better. I'd say it had to do with seniority, but some of the newer people have the most outlandish things."
Cameron leaned down and pushed the bag under the bed. "Listen," she said, while still bent over, "I've been thinking, and if I freaked you out the other day, I didn't mean to." Easier to say it while she wasn't looking at him.
House couldn't help but think that she had some interesting timing. First Jack in his doped up state says he loves him, and now Cameron wants to talk about this? When did he get so fucking popular?
"Good," she said, sitting back up. "I just..." Have incredibly huge issues about infidelity? Swore an oath not to have feelings for someone I'm sleeping with?
Cameron shrugged. "I like you. I respect you. And I really like sleeping with you. Is all, and I don't want to fuck it up."
House wasn't really sure that he believed the "is all" part, but he also didn't want to push it. Because as long as she kept it to herself, he could ignore it.
"Ditto," he said, and pulled his leg up onto the bed.
"I should let you sleep," Cameron said, not exactly wanting to push her labels either. She pulled her sweatshirt over her head and tossed it to the side. Probably more dreams about being in a harshly lit room while Cuddy tried to make her use the scary new bag of medical equipment tonight.
House stretched out on the bed, was silent for a second before saying, "You were worried about me, weren't you. I saw relief flash across your face when I walked in."
There was no point in hanging around the clinic, especially not with Logan there.
He didn't really even acknowledge Cameron, just stripped off his shirt and started pawing around in a pile of clothes for pajama bottoms.
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More wrong than things usually were here, anyway.
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"Oh," he said, as if just noticing she was there. "It's... Jack. Jellyfish sting. Severe symptoms. I think it's irukandji syndrome."
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"It's under control, though?"
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Cameron leaned down and pushed the bag under the bed. "Listen," she said, while still bent over, "I've been thinking, and if I freaked you out the other day, I didn't mean to." Easier to say it while she wasn't looking at him.
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"I wasn't freaked out," he said.
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Cameron shrugged. "I like you. I respect you. And I really like sleeping with you. Is all, and I don't want to fuck it up."
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"Ditto," he said, and pulled his leg up onto the bed.
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