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Close For Comfort

Chapter One: Cameron and Horses

It was a quiet morning at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital and Allison Cameron took her spot in the diagnostic room as the rest of her team began to fill in.

"Good Morning Cameron." Said the familiar Aussie accent from behind her.

"Hey." She responded weakly as he handed her a cup of coffee.

"Are you alright?" He asked placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Fine, I'm just tired. I didn't sleep well last night." She said as Chase sat next to her placing his hand on the small of her back, and rubbing small circles.

"If you say so, just don't kill yourself." he said with a chuckle, she smiled.

Eric Foreman came in twenty minutes later and assumed his post on the left side of Cameron, giving his nod as a hello then opened his newspaper. Shortly after House came limping in ."Good morning, children." He said with mock enthusiasm. "We've got ourselves a new case." throwing the file at Cameron.

"Cambree Jordan, 13 year old." she began to read. "Came in last night for shortness of breath, wheezing, Emergency found rashes on her arms and legs and she went into cardiac arrest."

"And she likes puppies and ponies, with long walks on beaches. . ." House said sarcastically. "The real interesting thing is what causes an 13 year old to go into cardiac arrest?"

"Classic signs of anaphylactic shock." said Foreman. "Could have been caused by anything from a bee sting to a latex allergy."

"Cardiomyopathy?" said Chase, gaining looks from House and Cameron. "What? I'm just adding input."

"Just like to hear yourself talk, now Chase and Foreman go do blood work, see if that can give us direction. Cameron you don't look so hot."

"Gee, thanks." She said sarcastically.

He placed a hand on her forehead. "Slight fever." He opened her mouth, and checked her eyes. "Go do the family history. If she gets worse let me know." He said to Chase and Foreman. Who in returned nodded and went their respective ways.

Cameron went into Cambree Jordan's room and saw a man holding the girls hand. "Mr. Jordan, I am Dr. Allison Cameron, can I talk with you outside?" She asked softly. The man looked to be in his mid-thirties, and had a face that could bring any girl to her knees.

"Is she going to be alright? What's wrong with her?" He asked worriedly.

"Mr. Jordan, we don't know yet, my co-workers are going to run some blood tests to see what they say. I am here to gather a family history on Cambree." She explained gently.

"Alright." He said slowly. "Please call me Brent."

"Ok, Where is Cambree's mother?" She asked.

Brent's features suddenly grew dark, almost scary, noted Cameron. "Dead, complications during surgery."

"I am sorry Brent. What type of surgery, may I ask?" she asked.

"Caesarian Section," He started and Cameron looked up in a slight shock. "She was 30 weeks pregnant with our son and some kind of medical things happened and complications arose, they couldn't save her or Preston."

"How long ago?" she asked

"Five years, six next month." he said almost glaring at Cameron.

"Would you mind if we look at her file, to see what exactly happened during the procedure?" she asked.

"No, I would rather you didn't." His voice rose. "I'm sorry Dr. Cameron, its just that I don't see how it is matters to my daughter's problems."

Cameron chose not to continue on the subject of the mother, "Does your family have any history of any kind of cancer or. . .. "

Chase and Foreman entered Cambree's room together. "Cambree, my name is Rob and this is Eric, we're here to help you." said Chase. Cambree stayed silent and continued to look out of the window.

"We need to take some blood, to test it." Said Foreman gently grabbing the girls arm. "It will only sting a little. . ." opening the needle.

Cambree started to scream. "NO NEEDLES! DADDY!" Foreman and Chase jumped back in surprise, and Brent came running in.

"What the hell are you doing to her?" He yelled trying to comfort his screaming daughter as Cameron ran in and stood in between Chase and Foreman in the back of the room.

"What?" she whispered

"Foreman tried to take some blood and she started to scream." Explained Chase in a whisper.

"Fifty bucks, I can get the blood." said Cameron, with a small grin.

"Your on." Said Foreman, gaining a nod from Chase consenting his bet.

Cameron soften her gaze and came close to the crying teen. "Cambree, My name is Ally. Can you tell me how old you are?" She calmed down enough to listen.

"I just turned 13." She said shyly. "How old are you?"

"27." Answered Cameron, putting gloves on her hand. "What's your favorite animal?"

"Horses." said the blonde girl, not paying attention to the needle placed into her arm. "Do you like horses?"

"Yes, I like them a lot." Said Cameron winking at Foreman and Chase. "I haven't been riding in a couple of weeks."

"Me either, I take riding lessons." Said Cambree, her earlier episode forgotten, she looked at Cameron with interest.

"I did too." Answered Cameron. "There you go, all finished." Placing the vile on the table. "Get some rest, Cambree. I'll be back later and you can tell me stories about your lessons."

"That would be cool." Said Cambree. "Maybe I can talk my dad into getting my scrapbook." snuggling into her bed.

"I'd like to see that." Cameron answered and standing up "Brent, we will let you know what we find, if we find anything." Opening the sliding glass door and left, leaving the two shocked doctors in her wake, and they followed her.

"What the hell was that?" asked Foreman shoving the money into her open hand.

"What was what?" She asked innocently as Chase handed her his money.

"In there? What was all that about." asked Chase.

"I did your job, I drew blood from the patient and gained a hundred bucks." She said entering the diagnostic room. "Its not that hard, calming a crying 13 year old girl, though you being men. You wouldn't understand."

"And why not? What am I doing wrong." said Foreman, as Cameron brushed her hair out of her face.

"It takes woman intuition, obviously neither of you were a thirteen year old girl in your life." She said with a smile and the guys chuckled. "Just bring up horses and you've got any girl wrapped around your figure, if you really want to get a girl, take my advice."

"Nice plan, I'll get one right now." Said Foreman turning to leave.

"What a girl?" asked Chase.

"No, a horse. I've just been given the secret of women, if I get one-I will be a very popular guy." Chuckled Foreman. "I'll go run the blood." and left, leaving Chase and Cameron alone.

"I never struck you as a cowgirl." Said Chase pulling out a sandwich from the fridge and leaned against the counter.

"Its because I'm not a cowgirl, 20 years of dressage and jumping, not chasing cattle." she said standing close to him

"Really?" asked Chase grinning.

"Yes." she said, grabbing his wrists, pulling the sandwich into her mouth, taking a bite.

"Hey!" exclaimed Chase. "this is mine, I made it this morning." Trying to hold it out of her reach.

"You did well, should've been a chef." she muttered reaching for the sandwich again. Pressing her body to his and standing on her tip toes, she still couldn't reach. She lowered to her regular height, still pressed to to his body, she pouted her lips. "Please?" She whispered.

He rolled his eyes and handed her his sandwich. "Fine, take it. I wasn't hungry anyway." She smile contently and backed away.

"You give in WAY to easy." said House limping into the room, startling the two. "Shouldn't you be doing something, like running tests, per say?"

"I am going." He said leaving Cameron alone with House.

"What did you get from the family?" asked House sitting on the counter.

"Uncle died from Non-Hodgkin's lymphoma back in the 80's, grandpa died of lung cancer-years of smoking; Mom died during a c-section about seven years ago, she had a cousin who was bipolar; whose mom had sclerosis. The list goes on and on."

"So the girl could have anything and everything, list the symptoms." Said House.

Cameron took out the folder again. "Shortness of Breath, rash, anaphylaxis and cardiac arrest. She didn't seem as if she just went into cardiac arrest."
House looked at the board, "I want you to do a physical examination, the works: head to toe, pap and all. Something doesn't add up." She stood up and without question she started to leave. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, I'm fine now." She said, it wasn't all a lie, and left the room.

She walked pass the lab and made eye contact with Chase, who smiled, and continued to Cambree's room.

"You are smitten by her." Foreman said, elbowing him out of his revere.

"Am not." said Chase looking back to his work.

"How was she?" Foreman curiously said.

"How was she what?" Questioned Chase.

"In bed?" Chase was silent. "Come on, I won't say anything."

"She was bloody amazing." he sighed, closing his eyes remembering that night.

"Have you done it since?"

"No, I told her it probably shouldn't happen again and she agreed." He said sadly.

"And now, there is so much tension between you two, your crazy for each other."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Chase muttered under his breath.

"Brent, I need to conduct a physical examination on Cambree to see if there are any obvious signs of . . .anything physical." exclaimed Cameron, it wasn't all a lie. "I'm just talking in circles. If you could step outside for awhile."

"Alright." he said unsurely, but complied.

"Alright Cambree, lets listen to your heart." taking out her stethoscope and placing it under her gown, within the couple of thump, thump there was a swish, writing on the chart heart murmur.

She didn't find anything until she started the pap smear. "Alright Cambree, I need to check down in your genitals . . . Just to see if there is anything wrong." The girl nodded, and Cameron silently gasped. "Cambree. . "She looked up from the curtain, the girl had fallen asleep.

She finished her examination and left through the sliding glass door, nodding that she was finished to her father, and walked to House's office, he wasn't there. She sat on his couch and slowly began to fall asleep herself.