There were busy days and slow days in the clinic. There was ever rarely a happy medium. It seemed the students and surrounding population of Princeton-Plainsboro had all decided to get sick that crisp winter day. There was a cold, the flu, a man who had fainted, a student who had broken a toe; the madness simply didn't end. Finally after a long morning filled with injured people, the diagnostics doctor took her hour for lunch.

She saw her boss's grey hair from behind as he talked to the oncologist they all knew and loved. She then saw her boyfriend sitting with his old colleagues, along with her team members who had replaced them. She paid for her lunch and sat down in what was an odd conversation, one she wished she would've ignored.

"You can not sit here and tell me you don't miss working for him."

"What business is it to you Kutner?"

"I'm an employee, and getting the inside scoop is totally my business."

"Shut up Kutner." Taub laughed. It was obvious that her two team members were just being facetious, as always. Really though, who could blame them, it was fun bugging those they replaced.

Finally acknowledging Thirteen's existence, Cameron welcomed her. "Finally some more estrogen."

"That's convenient…" Whispered Kutner. Foreman hit him on the shoulder.

"How's the clinic?" Foreman asked kissing her on the cheek.

"A mess. It's a rush day. I swear all the sick people in the area got together and decided-." Her mind exploded. She had just sat down to eat. Why the hell was her beeper going off?! It was hard to be irritated with Cuddy, but right now, seeing her number flashing on her beepers small screen, she wanted to kill her. She remained seated at her black beeper.

"Are you coming?" Chase asked slowly.

"She beeped all of you too?" She asked noticing they were all standing waiting for her.

"Yes Thirteen." A cane tapped her ankle. "To Cuddy's we go." He sounded less than enthused.

They all awkwardly crammed into a small elevator, then were happy to have a personal bubble inside Cuddy's large office.

"What's up Doc?" House asked obnoxiously.

"Cut it House." She snapped, and House desisted surprisingly. "Dr. Hadley," she started slowly. Thirteen said nothing, for she desperately wanted to stop the growling in her stomach. "You have a younger sister, yes?"

Thirteen could feel Taub, Chase, Cameron, House, Wilson, Foreman, and Kutner move their eyes to her at once as she answered "Yes I do…" She trailed at the end, unsure of where Cuddy is going, and not happy that more of her life was being revealed. "Why is she important to all of us, right now?" She pointed backward at the rest of the audience.

"This information is correct I presume, Kate Hadley, eighteen years old-."

"Yea, that's Kate, what's wrong with her?" She walked at Cuddy's desk. The Dean came from behind her desk and handed House a blue folder.

"She's in the ER." She swung back around to a confused Thirteen.

"Why did you give House the folder? I can't be on the case if she…" Her voice was shaking.

"You aren't on the case Thirteen, conflict of interest." He replied coolly as he examined the contents of the file. Her eyes were uncontrollably swelling with salty tears as she looked at the other doctors in the room. They were all indescribably sad for this frantic Thirteen.

"Foreman, I need you to come with me." She grabbed his grey-black suit. He hesitated to answer. He knew he could not interfere.

Cuddy placed a hand on Thirteen's shoulder. "Remy, he can not be in conflict, you know this." She lead a distraught Thirteen to the door.

She resisted. "I can not see her alone, I just- I can't. Lisa, please, I need someone to come-."

"I'll go, I do work down there after all." Cameron placed an arm around Thirteen's shaking shoulders.

"I'll show you where she's at." Cuddy said softly, leading the way out of her office.

"Remy," Foreman started, "she is going to be okay."

"Of course she will be! I'm her doctor!" House yelled as the three women exited Cuddy's packed office. Thirteen was trying to calm herself. It wasn't working.

They followed Cuddy down to the ER, the two of them unaware of her state or why she was there in the first place. Thirteen had not spoken to her sister in years. After their mother had died there was a coldness that formed between them, one that could not be thawed. She knew her sister would have questions for her. She knew she had done a lousy job being a support figure in her sister's life. Thirteen let the tears fall as they approached the dirty haired girl lying motionless in her hospital bed. She stopped before they even approached the bedside and began to lose confidence. What would she say to her when she woke up, if she woke up!

She felt Cameron's hand rub her back. "She won't even know me." Tears had stopped, but her eyes were still red and swelling.

"She'll know you."

"I haven't seen my sister in years, talked to her in years." She didn't take her eyes off of Kate.

"She'll know you, Thirteen." Cameron knew how to deal with family in this situation. She had to treat Thirteen no different than anyone else. "Go talk to her. Now is the best time to start."

Thirteen slowly and insecurely walked next to her sisters bedside. They looked nothing alike. Their hair was different in everyway. Their skin was different in every way. Their body types differed dramatically. Their personalities were the most opposite. Thirteen was taking in her sister's condition when Kate's eyes flicked open.

She gasped for air loudly, and Cameron leaped in front of Thirteen, who backed away slightly, and quickly stuck a stethoscope on her rising and falling chest. Kate studied the blonde. "Who are you?"

"I'm Dr. Cameron." Who was now shining a light in Kate's red blotchy eyes.

"Dr. Cameron? Where am I?"

"The ER."

"Jesus, again?"

"Again? You've been here before?"

"Well not here, or, wait where am I?"

Cameron checked the pulse on her neck and checked her watch at the same time, replying, "Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital."

"Wait, what, I uh, I can't be here," She attempted pushing Cameron off of her. "I'm fine really, just had a little, you know, clumsy moment."

"You're not fine. What drugs are you on?"

"Drugs? I'm not on any drugs."

"Hmm, okay, so let's run a tox screening and we'll find out-."

"Fine. I don't know what the hell it is, I bought it from some guy… or was it girl? I don't know."

"Well whatever it was is shutting you down. What reason do you have for being on a drug, oh and before you answer, we already have the tox screen from a blood sample we took, cocaine isn't really that hard to remember is it?"

Kate bit her lip in embarrassment. "What reason?" She paused. "I'm a college kid, I just you know, needed a fix."

Before Cameron could continue, House's voice called from down the hallway. "Cameron, I was once told drugs was always a mask for something." He continued until he was at the end of Kate's bed, looking down at the blue folder. "Hadley is it? Kate Hadley? Cocaine wouldn't be a cover for something, would it?"

Kate sat up, resting her back on the pillow. "You tell me, apparently the answer is in that folder of yours."

"Oh no, that would just be wrong of me to tell you the answer to that riddle. Besides, wouldn't it be just much more cheery having a relative tell you what you could possibly be using drugs to cover up?"

Thirteen flung her head in House's direction. Waiting to hear anything from anyone. Kate's grin faded and she said quietly. "I don't have any relatives left to tell me anything." They all looked at her in shock. "What? I go to school here at Princeton through a scholarship I-."

Thirteen snatched the folder from House's hands and read her blood screening. There was nothing wrong with her sister. She looked again, selfishly praying her sister had been cursed the same as Thirteen had been. She needed to talk to Kate though, so she lied. "You have Huntington's Kate." She paused contemplating what to say next. "Just like mom. Just like, just like -." She saw Cameron look quickly to House from the corner of her eye.

"Just like you Rem. Just like you."