Cameron entered the diagnostics office, surprised to see only Chase sitting there, working on a crossword puzzle. "Hey, where's Foreman?"
Chase looked up from his puzzle. "He's in the clinic." His gaze never lingered, still intrigued by her hair, her eyes, her-
"Why are you still here? You don't have anymore clinic hours to do, and you finished all of your paperwork." Cameron told him.
Chase closed his crossword book, and stood up from his chair. He walked over to Cameron, and was now standing merely inches away from her. "I was actually wondering if you-"
Chase got interrupted by House barging into the diagnostics office, saying, "If you would do Dr. House's clinic hours? That is a great idea, Dr. Chase." Chase rolled his eyes at him, which House only smirked at.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Chase." Cameron said to him, and Chase smiled.
She walked out of the room, and Chase's soft eyes turned to a glare once his eyes fell on House. "Just once... can't you be nice? Oh wait... you probably don't even know the definition of the word."
"Well, I can't have my reputation ruined." House said smugly.
"Whatever." Chase said under his breath as he walked out of the room.
Cameron exited the elevator and walked into the clinic, and up to the front desk, where Brenda was working. "8:45, Dr. Cameron checks in. I'm filling in for Dr. House."
Brenda sighed. "Alright... but you really should make him do his own clinic hours. You must get really bored, you know, coming down here practically every day and diagnosing stupid patients."
"Yeah, well... I've gotten used to it." Cameron shrugged, and Brenda handed her a manila folder.
"The patient's already in Exam Room 1." Brenda informed her.
Cameron smiled. "Thanks."
She walked into Exam Room 1 and saw a middle-aged man, with dark skin and dark brown hair, along with brown eyes.
"Mr..." She looked down at the folder. "Godamba. Are you from Africa?"
Mr. Godamba nodded his head, and spoke with a hint of an accent in his voice. "Yes. I recently immigrated to America. My family lives here, and I must take care of them."
"Well, Mr. Godamba... why are you here?" Cameron asked him.
"I have been itching all over... ever since I immigrated here, and I cannot seem to find the source of its problems." Mr. Godamba explained.
Cameron jotted something down on the clipboard, then looked up at the patient. "I'm going to order some allergy tests, and take a blood sample." She walked over to a cabinet, and took out a syringe, along with a blue rubberband. "Have you had any other symptoms besides itching?"
He nodded. "My muscles have been very tight and stiff lately, and I have been experiencing many headaches."
She walked over to him, and tied the rubberband around his arm. Taking the cap off of the syringe, she placed it in his skin, causing him to wince. "I'm just drawing your blood to see if you have an infection."
After gaining the right amount of blood that she needed, she removed the syringe from his arm, and placed a bandage on it, also removing the rubberband. "I'll schedule your allergy appointment."
It was late at night, and Cameron had set an appointment for Mr. Godamba to get some allergy tests. She didn't think that anyone would really be in the hospital this late at night, except for some nurses and patients. Sitting in the lab, she took Mr. Godamba's blood sample out of her lab coat pocket, placing it by the microscope. Walking over to get some plates for the microscope, she accidentally scraped her arm on the corner of the table, causing her to wince in pain.
Examining the wound, she noticed that it wasn't that deep. 'I'll just clean it up later... no big deal.'
Taking a tissue from a nearby table, she quickly wiped the blood that was seeping through the wound off, and threw it away. After setting up the microscope, she opened the blood sample.
"What are you doing here?" A gruff voice asked her, causing her to accidentally knock over some of the blood sample onto the counter, and into her wound, though she was oblivious of it.
Cameron sighed in relief. "Jesus, House... you scared me."
House pouted. "Did I scare wittle Cameron? I'm sowwy, I'll never do it again."
Cameron rolled her eyes. "What are you doing here? I thought you would be long gone by now."
"So did I... but it seems that Wilson is being a little slow tonight, and he's the only one with the car right now. My motorcycle's in the shop." He noticed the cut on her arm. "What are you, a cutter now? Don't tell me you're depressed just because I don't love you."
"I scraped it on the corner of the table." Cameron shrugged. "No big deal. I'll clean it up in a little bit, I'm just trying to get this bloodwork done so I can go home and sleep."
House nodded and smirked. "Of course... we wouldn't want you to be little miss sleepyhead when we're going to be spending lots of time on a new case tomorrow."