28Amy stepped out of the cab, willing herself to calm down. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably and the cab driver had had to stop three times for her to throw up. She was terrifed of what she would see when she got to Greg, and what he would say when he realised she had broken their one cardinal rule: Never come to the hospital. Steadying herself on her black kitten heels she took a few tentative steps towards the doors of the hospital, knowing that once she went through she couldn't go back. 'Deep breaths' she told herself, striding through the automatic doors.
As the young girl walked nervously through the entrance of the hospital, Cameron knew instantly who she was. She was unremarkable compared to everyone else who was milling around the hospital, but something made her stand out, made her different. She was dressed simply in a white skirt with black lace trim and a white blouse. The white of her outfit made an attractive contrast to the waterfall of raven-black hair which fell down her back. It was held off her face by a Daisy shaped silver hair clip. The outfit made her look as if she was in her twenties, but when she looked nervously around it was clear she was much younger. She looked confident and terrifed at the same time. 'What am I supposed to do now?' Cameron thought, watching the girl gaze around her; awestruck. She noticed Cameron stood by the elevator and a small smile broke across her face. She began to approach Cameron, and as she got closer it was obvious she was shaking.
"Amy? I'm Dr. Cameron." She said to the girl, extending a hand. Amy took it gratefully, Cameron could feel her pulse racing through her fingers.
"It's nice to finally meet you." Amy replied. Cameron was shocked, she didn't know what she had been expecting - maybe an accent similar to House's, but instead what came out was an elegantly refined English accent. The smile reappeared. "You're exactly how he described you." Amy said. Cameron didn't know if that was a compliment or an insult but her heart still jumped at the thought of House describing her.
"I wish I could say the same about you." she noted, trying and failing to be subtle.
"Greg doesn't share personal details. Speaking of which, do you think I could see him?" Amy swiftly changed the subject. Cameron nodded.
"Sure. I told him you were coming." Cameron headed over to the elevators as she spoke, and noticed Amy freeze as she pushed the call button.
"I'm sorry but do you think we could take the stairs? I get really claustrophobic in lifts. I mean, elevators." Amy looked so apologetic and embarrassed that Cameron warmed to her even more.
"Of course."
As Cameron and Amy climbed the stairs, conversation was mainly focused on House; or Greg as Amy called him. Cameron desperately wanted to know how it was she had been working with House for so long and had never known about Amy. Moreover, how nobody - not Chase or Foreman, not Wilson and not Cuddy, had even known she existed. She was a well-guarded secret and it had taken a shooting to bring her out. Amy however was not forthcoming and asked surprisingly insightful questions about her father's medical condition. Cameron explained patiently that he had been shot, twice, but was coming through it reasonbly well. Amy had smirked slightly;
"He must be hating this. All the attention, and for a valid reason, not just because he's been a jerk. He hates being vulnerable." Amy's sharp blue eyes; so much like House's stole a glance towards Cameron. "But you know that." she added in her head. Cameron opened the door onto the corridor where House's private room was situated.
"It's this way."
Cameron led the way to House's private room. He was sleeping, his hand resting on the TV remote; General Hospital was playing. She waited by the door while Amy stepped bewildered into the room. She looked at the TV -
"Wow. You must be feeling like hell if you're willing to miss your show." She said aloud, reaching and taking the remote out of House's hand. She pressed the 'off' button, the television went black and she carefully placed the remote on the cabinet. Standing by his bedside she looked at him. He had a bandage on his neck, IVs full of pain meds running in and out of his arms and hands. Monitors beside him bleeped and whirred in a strangely comforting manner.
"Hi." she said quietly, but he didn't stir. "Hi." She repeated in a louder voice. Still nothing. "HI" She almost yelled. His eyes opened, shock registering as he recognised her face .
"Hey." He said gruffly, his eyes drifting towards the door, where Cameron was studiously avoiding the situation.
"How could you not call me sooner?" Amy suddenly shouted, outraged. She had been holding this in since speaking to Cameron the day before, she hadn't cried or panicked, just called the airport and booked the first plane ticket available. "I'm your daughter Greg, I'm your GOD-DAMNED DAUGHTER HOW COULD YOU NOT EVEN CALL ME? I have to wait almost a week to even be told?" Tears fell easily down her cheeks as she yelled at her father.
"I'm ok. Amy, I'm ok." House said calmly, holding onto her wrist. Her pulse was racing.
"You scared me. When you didn't turn up I thought you were just being a jerk, and then when you didn't return my calls I figured you probably had a case. I didn't want to bother you" she said all this in a quiet voice, twisting her fingers round a stray edge of his hospital-issue blanket. "You always said you would call me, I couldn't call you so I waited. I waited and I waited and I waited and then a week had gone by and I started to get worried. Do you know what it's like Greg? To just not know? I really really debated coming down here straight away but I thought no, I'm just being stupid but then it was two weeks and I was sending you emails...and calling you and I was going crazy thinking of what might have happened to you."
"I'm sorry Amy." House interupted.
Amy nodded. "I can't lose you as well. I've decided. I'm not gonna be some stupid secret anymore Greg. I'm your daughter and you are going to start acting like a father, do you understand me?" Maybe it was the high levels of morphine, maybe it was temporary insanity or maybe it was just her, standing there looking way too much like her mother, but he nodded.
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