"Hunger" - Chapter4
Look at me being all creative/productive/busy today. So here's Chapter 4 of fic "Hunger" angsty, no?
Cameron woke when she was startled with a pain in her stomach that made her wonder if someone hadn't just poured acid into her midsection. She lurched up only to be greeted with a loud, churning gurgle from her stomach. She huffed and pulled herself from her bed, her legs were heavy and her movements were slow. As she entered her living room she glanced at the clock on her side wall.
2:36am
She was suddenly quite sure that she would puke, if she'd had anything in her stomach to throw up in the first place. Her head was fuzzy and it was like a thick fog she couldn't see through: she couldn't think.
how many days? damn bagel, screwed it up, doctor - she chided herself - good job.
Still half-asleep and quite hungry, her body was on autopilot. She made her way to the kitchen and grabbed a yogurt container from inside. She ripped off the lid and stuck the tip of her index finger into the creamy substance, before removing it and licking it off. She did this often, it was a habit. When the pain got to be too much she would consult her yogurt stash. The fruity sweet taste did a lot to waken her long-bored tastebuds and she stood in her kitchen for half an hour, transfixed by the little cup and its context. Inserting her finger inside and licking it clean off, like a child covered in chocolate.
As she spyed the bottom of the container she began to feel nervous. the whole thing? She tried to ignore this voice. it was yogurt. For crying out loud 110 calories (calories.) She felt the battle in her mind begin raging before she could think of shutting it off. She was trapped.
House would be disgusted by you. You can't even control yourself. Yeah, maybe you just tried the bagel to be nice, but this? You're disgusting, and you know he'd think so too.
Cameron began to feel neasueas and this time she actually had something (if very little) in her stomach. She just made it to her toilet before she was violently ill and her stomach had ridded itself of the sinful disgrace that was "yogurt".
As she stood, Cameron's legs wobbled beneath her and the room seemed to spin a little. She held on to the wall for balance and allowed herself to collapse onto her sofa, deciding her bed was too far away.
Laying there in the silence and semi-darkness (a streetlamp from outside let in a blue ray of light that cast the room in a ghostly pallor) Cameron bagan to cry. Nothing earth-shattering, just tiny little whimpers spilling from her lips to match the wet droplets running over her eyelashes. She was wiping away a stray tear when she noticed her cell phone on the coffee table in front of her. She stared at it, wondering who she would call, and why and how could they possibly understand.
She left her questions unanswered but still reached for the phone and flipped it open, scanning her adress book. She stared at his name there, highlighted in the blue of her phone's LCD screen. Her fingertips graced over the call button but before she could convince herself to call him she slammed the phone shut and returned it to its spot on the table.
Cameron woke when she was startled with a pain in her stomach that made her wonder if someone hadn't just poured acid into her midsection. She lurched up only to be greeted with a loud, churning gurgle from her stomach. She huffed and pulled herself from her bed, her legs were heavy and her movements were slow. As she entered her living room she glanced at the clock on her side wall.
2:36am
She was suddenly quite sure that she would puke, if she'd had anything in her stomach to throw up in the first place. Her head was fuzzy and it was like a thick fog she couldn't see through: she couldn't think.
how many days? damn bagel, screwed it up, doctor - she chided herself - good job.
Still half-asleep and quite hungry, her body was on autopilot. She made her way to the kitchen and grabbed a yogurt container from inside. She ripped off the lid and stuck the tip of her index finger into the creamy substance, before removing it and licking it off. She did this often, it was a habit. When the pain got to be too much she would consult her yogurt stash. The fruity sweet taste did a lot to waken her long-bored tastebuds and she stood in her kitchen for half an hour, transfixed by the little cup and its context. Inserting her finger inside and licking it clean off, like a child covered in chocolate.
As she spyed the bottom of the container she began to feel nervous. the whole thing? She tried to ignore this voice. it was yogurt. For crying out loud 110 calories (calories.) She felt the battle in her mind begin raging before she could think of shutting it off. She was trapped.
House would be disgusted by you. You can't even control yourself. Yeah, maybe you just tried the bagel to be nice, but this? You're disgusting, and you know he'd think so too.
Cameron began to feel neasueas and this time she actually had something (if very little) in her stomach. She just made it to her toilet before she was violently ill and her stomach had ridded itself of the sinful disgrace that was "yogurt".
As she stood, Cameron's legs wobbled beneath her and the room seemed to spin a little. She held on to the wall for balance and allowed herself to collapse onto her sofa, deciding her bed was too far away.
Laying there in the silence and semi-darkness (a streetlamp from outside let in a blue ray of light that cast the room in a ghostly pallor) Cameron bagan to cry. Nothing earth-shattering, just tiny little whimpers spilling from her lips to match the wet droplets running over her eyelashes. She was wiping away a stray tear when she noticed her cell phone on the coffee table in front of her. She stared at it, wondering who she would call, and why and how could they possibly understand.
She left her questions unanswered but still reached for the phone and flipped it open, scanning her adress book. She stared at his name there, highlighted in the blue of her phone's LCD screen. Her fingertips graced over the call button but before she could convince herself to call him she slammed the phone shut and returned it to its spot on the table.