Dr. Allison Cameron (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} i_care) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} we_coexist,@ 2008-05-17 19:34:00 |
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She was changing. Cameron had to accept that just as much as the next person. She was changing because of the people around her. While she valued their opinions, and their company, she never thought she'd change for them. She'd gotten colder. She was acting withdrawn more often. She only focused on work. Which was what was going on right now. House had decided to try and stick one of his clinic patients with a needle to 'calm him down'. The patient hadn't liked it much and was apparently delusional as well. Because they were all chasing the man around the hospital. Chase took down one corridor, Foreman another. She was suppose to check the labs. How he would have gotten in there was beyond her.
"I should be doing something valuable with my time, like trying to cure some rare disease. Not chasing someone House probably drove insane around the hospital." Said to no one in particular as the lab was empty. No one there. This was ridiculous. Cameron turned the corner and opened one of the janitorial closets, out popped the patient who had a hold of the original needle House must have had. He jabbed it right into Cameron's arm with a laugh and took off down the corridor.
"...just great." She slumped into the closet,hand on the door still. As she fell forward she grabbed the handle to catch herself. Slammed the door shut on herself and slammed into the floor. Everything went blurry because of the needle, because of hitting her head. She needed a raise.
Hours rolled by.
"Ung. My head is Kill...I'm going to Kill them. They left me in the closet?" Blurry eyed and groggy, Cameron got up and opened the door. But she wasn't in the hospital. She wasn't even in a janitors closet. She was in her closet. Coats were all over the floor, a make shift bed? Had she dreamed it all up?
She rubbed her eyes, checking her watch. Nearly 2PM.
....
2PM?!
Cameron wasted no time in stripping out of the wrinkled and slept in clothes and hopped in and out of the shower. Pulled her hair up, did the normal routine of put on make up, her watch, her pager, grabbed her bag, pulled on her jacket. Her White coat had to be at work. Had to be. She stepped out of her door and into the hallway 20 minutes later. House was going to give her so much lip. Her head still hurt, it was throbbing. Down the hallway. Outside, across the street. Down another.
She didn't even look up. She knew this walk like the back of her hand.
Only. She wasn't home anymore. She wasn't at the hospital either. She was.. At a pier? ... How was that possible? She must have a concussion. She turned around and headed back the other way. Down one more street and.
Hospital. Not hers. Not any she knew. She didn't care. Alison headed right in and right to the desk. "I fell. I must have. I don't know where I am. But I know my name it's Alison Cameron. Dr. Alison Cameron. I believe I have a concussion."
"Dr. Cameron? You weren't due in until 3PM today. You're early. Don't be silly. Concussion." The receptionist said with a smile. Alison was looking at her like crazy. "I what?"
"Welcome to your first day at City General Hospital!" The receptionist said cheerfully, Alison was wide eyed and a bit flustered by this. Where the hell was she? City General? "What City?"
"The City of course."
Alison stepped away from the desk and looked around. Doctor. She needed a doctor. She was hallucinating or something. Dementia. Paranoia. Headache. Maybe the needle she was stuck with had Mad Cow. Cameron grabbed the first arm of the first person in a white coat. "Help me, please."