3 Months After The Wedding…….
The sound of retching coming from the bathroom was becoming a familiar sound. It was the third morning this week that their apartment had been flooded with the noise. In the bathroom the noise had stopped the sound of footsteps approaching had taken it's place. "You're going to the hospital" Cameron told him.
"Where else would I take my nap or have a little afternoon delight with the Misses" House replied.
"You just spent the last five minutes throwing up and you're thinking about getting laid?" she asked amazed he could think of something like that in his current state.
"I could go right now if you want to" he offered her with a smirk as he took the wash cloth she handed him.
"With the aroma of last night's dinner and Jack Daniels on your breath I don't think so" she said pushing him gently to the sink.
"You want me" he toyed with her.
"Delirious you must have the flu" she commented as she watched him brush his teeth and rinse his mouth out. Cameron picked up the wash cloth she had handed him from the sink next to him.
"I got it" he said trying to take it from her. Too late.
"House there's blood on this cloth" she said worriedly.
"It's nothing" he tried to reassure her.
"Nothing!" She fumed. "Vomiting for three days, now vomiting blood as well, fever, you need a blood test, labs" she shouted.
"How did you know I had a fever?" he asked her.
"I worked with you for this long I'm not an idiot" she reminded him. "I've seen you trying to hide it from me, I've seen you sleeping more the last couple of weeks and I've had enough you're having tests" she said before storming out of the bathroom.
"You're wasting your time" he told her as he followed her out of the bathroom and into their bedroom. Cameron was busy pulling clothes out of their wardrobe to wear into the hospital – she was determined he was having these tests.
"You need to get dressed" she told him as she threw his jeans on the bed.
"Since when have you picked out my clothes for me?" he asked as he watched her throw a shirt on top of the jeans.
"I need to get to my clothes which are stuck behind your clothes" she informed him. "I would never tell you what to do believe me" she said angrily.
"Except to take a blood test" he fired back now getting just as angry.
"Well excuse me for not wanting my husband of three months to die!" she screamed. House threw his cane on the bed and limped over to Cameron reaching out and wrapping his arms around her. Briefly fighting him she eventually gave in and returned his embrace.
"I'm not going to die" he said as he rubbed her back soothingly.
"How do you know?" she asked.
"I'm a world famous diagnostician remember" he joked. Cameron didn't laugh though she was seriously worried about him. "Alright you can draw blood and run labs when we get to work" he gave in.
"Thank you" she whispered barely loud enough for him to hear.
"Well if you're pissed with me who else am I going to steal a little afternoon delight from?" he smirked.
"Who said you're getting any anyway?" she smiled back.
House and Cameron arrived at the hospital unusually early. Well not early for Cameron she was on time. It was however early for House. "I'll see you in your office in a little bit" Cameron told him as she made her way to the clinic to gather what she needed. Wilson saw his friend enter the lobby and met him by the elevator.
"You're here early" Wilson remarked as he closed the patient file he was looking at.
"Cameron promised me sex on my desk" he replied. Wilson didn't bat an eyelid he was used to House and his comments by now.
"Watch out for the stapler this time" he simply replied back. Wilson looked his friend up and down noticing he wasn't his usual self. "You look like crap" he said.
"Thanks for noticing honey" House replied sarcastically.
"Abdominal pain?" Wilson asked.
"And more vomiting" House added for his friend. The elevator arrived and they stepped out into the fourth floor hallway.
"You need to tell her" Wilson told House as they stopped outside House's office door. He didn't say anything just stayed silent. He knew what he had to do he just didn't like the prospect of doing it. "House I'm serious – if you're right about this and let's face it you probably are" Wilson continued.
"Yeah yeah I know alright just let me do it – I'll tell her in my own time" he warned Wilson.
"Tell her today House" Wilson said firmly.
"I'll tell her when she comes up alright" House assured his friend. Wilson nodded and turned heading down the hallway to his own office. House sighed before turning into his own office and throwing his back pack on his desk. He sat behind his desk and tried to somehow prepare himself for what he was about to tell Cameron. He hadn't even heard her come in until she was inches from his face.
"You OK?" she asked him concerned.
"Yeah just didn't hear you come in" he told her.
"What were you thinking about?" she asked him. "You looked a million miles away" she added.
"Just wondering if you were going to be the naughty nurse when you're taking my blood" he said distracting himself and hopefully her to. Cameron reached out for his arm and led him across to the chaise where it would be easier for her to sit on the stool while he lay on the chaise to draw his blood. She rolled up his sleeve and tied the tourniquet around his bicep. House flexed trying to get the blood flowing for her. "Try not to get too turned on by my incredibly toned body" he joked as he watched her very professionally go about the task at hand.
"You can stop flexing" she smiled back at him.
'Tell her' his head screamed at him. Right now he didn't want to break her, he didn't want to be the one to tell her what he already knew – well rather suspected. She collected the vial and removed the needle from his arm undoing the tourniquet and placing a cotton ball over the puncture mark to stop the bleeding. Labeling the vial she walked to the desk and took out a sterile specimen jar and handed it to him.
"Sperm sample" he smirked at her. "Shouldn't we at least close the blinds" he said.
"Urine sample" she told him. "If your vomiting blood it could mean your liver is not functioning properly" the doctor in her coming across in her tone.
"Can you bring that to the lab when you're done?" she asked as she grabbed everything and walked to the door. As she opened the door she paused and looked at him in a way that made his loins quiver. "House, if I want a sperm sample I won't want it in a cup" she whispered seductively. Three months their marriage had been like this he thought as he sat down on the chaise again. He was one lucky bastard he kept telling himself. Their appetite for each other was insatiable – House thought it would wear off after about a month or so, the whole newlywed thing just wanting each other night and day. The honeymoon was incredible he recalled. Then when they got back and settled into the apartment Cameron decided they had to have sex in every room even though they had already done so numerous times. Not since they had been married she reminded him – so not wanting to disappoint he obliged. Now in a matter of hours he was going to ruin it. By telling her what he knew, he was going to destroy them. He always thought if their happiness was going to be ruined it would be by him, just not like this. He got up from the chair and with cup in hand walked out of his office and towards the men's room.
Fifteen minutes later he walked into the lab and found her alone and placed the now filled cup on the bench beside her. "About time" she told him.
"Sorry was a little bit harder than I expected" he told her putting the emphasis on the word harder.
"I'm sorry I didn't know I could have that effect on you with one tiny comment" she said with a smile.
"Then you honestly don't know me very well" he replied as he brushed the hair away from the back of her neck and kissed down her shoulders. "I should teach you a lesson" he told her.
"Can you control yourself?" she asked him.
"Oh we really have to sit down and discuss how little you have learnt about me" House smirked as he continued kissing her shoulder working his way up her neck.
"These are your tests I'm running" she reminded him as if he didn't already know.
"So you'd rather play with my bodily fluids than have my body?" he asked teasing her.
"I just want to find out what's wrong with you" Cameron said, the worry clearly evident in her voice. At that moment House's beeper went off. Pulling it from his belt he looked at the screen before placing it back. "Cuddy?" Cameron asked.
"Yeah, probably wants to palm off a patient" he told her.
"Go I'll come find you when I have the results" Cameron said placing a kiss on his cheek. House left the lab and headed to the elevator checking his pager as it went off a second time.
House walked into Cuddy's office and sat down in front of her desk. Cuddy watched him sit down and handed him a patient file. House opened the file and quickly scanned through it. "Sorry little busy" he said closing the file.
"House you are not busy you have no cases" she reminded him.
"OK let's try another one, not interested" he said placing the file on her desk.
"Have you forgotten this is what you get paid for?" she asked him as she picked up the file.
"Yeah solving difficult cases this isn't difficult" he stated simply.
"Then what's wrong with the patient?" she asked.
"Cancer, give it to your husband" he told her. Cuddy looked at him bewildered. "Family history on the dad's side shows a female relative having cancer every second generation, the tumor is throwing clots. Tumor is small most likely in the liver, or maybe even pancreas" he continued.
"I'll get James to take a look" she said.
"We done?" he asked as he stood up clutching his thigh as he did so. Cuddy noticed him grab his leg but remained silent.
"Thank you" she said as he limped out. House paused as he got to the door as he heard Cuddy call out to him. "House, you avoiding this case?" she asked.
"I try and avoid most cases" he said simply.
"Seeing as you aren't busy maybe you could head to the clinic" she said.
"Maybe" he agreed having no intention of going to the clinic.
"Let me put that in terms you can understand" Cuddy began. "If your ass isn't in the clinic in thirty seconds I'll make sure to triple your hours for the week" she warned him.
"Nasty" House replied.
"Necessary" she clarified. "By the way twenty seconds" she said looking at her watch. House limped out and made his way to the clinic and signed in calling the patient in behind him. He did after all still need to think about how he was going to tell Cameron. So he took five minutes diagnosed the patient wrote a prescription and sent him on his way. Then he closed the door and lay on the exam room table and closed his eyes.