Ten-year-old Kimmy was almost finished her treatments for leukemia. She had made amazing progress. Wilson was busy with another patient, but had asked Cameron to Kimmy and her mother that she would be able to go home soon. The young girl was excited to hear this news.
"Mommy! Do you know what I wanna do first when I go home?"
"What, sweetie?"
"Play DDR! I haven't played in so long!"
"I don't think you'll be playing that for a while. You might be getting better, but you still need to get stronger."
"I wanna play NOW!"
"You're getting better, and you'll keep getting better faster if you don't play too much."
"It's not fair."
"Actually, ma'am," Cameron addressed the mother. "I believe I could arrange for a dance pad to be brought here. That way, your daughter's play could be monitored, and we could see how it affects her progress."
"You could? Cool!" cried Kimmy.
"This would mean so much to her, and she will be monitored…I suppose I can allow it. Thank you, Dr. Cameron."
"No problem," Cameron said.
With that, she turned and started heading towards Cuddy's office. If anyone should know about the hospital acquiring a video game and dance pad, it would certainly be that hospital's administrator.