Cameron was busy. Keeping away from Dr. Lecter, and avoiding Wilson because she didn't want him to know she was scared of Dr. Lecter. Cameron did not like showing fear, at all. It was showing weakness and she wasn't weak. House would have known immediately and she would have been driven into a corner over it. House might have loved it. The clinic was done all up in pink and red, and while Cameron didn't hate Valentine's day it just reminded her that she was lonely and scared and dateless.
At least she had things to do.
She pushed open the door and stepped inside without looking up from the chat. "Ms. Smith, I'm Dr. Cameron. I'll be your doctor today. What seemes to be the.." Cameron was looking up now. It was like a jolt with a defibulator paddle. The shock. Her heart stopped then jumped back to life.
What a beautiful woman.
What in the name of vicodin was she thinking. "problem." She quickly corrected herself before coming closer. Professional Cameron. Be professional.
Her hand. In a towel. She could see some red. Oh damn.
"Your hand, it's hurt." She rushed over to the set of drawers to pull out what she might need to mend her hand. She needed to mend that perfect hand that was obviously in pain. The poor beautful.