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Chapter 2
"Don't we usually get new patients in the morning?" Chase said, taking his coat back off and losing his tie.
"Well, this case must be special." Cameron replied, although she looked just as worn down as the other two and sounded just as annoyed.
At that moment, House rushed into the office. He looked at the other three and threw a file on the desk. He grabbed a marker and headed to the white board as the ducklings gathered to read the file.
"Patient collapsed in the clinic about 20 minutes ago. Seizure, fever of 104." He wrote the symptoms on the board.
"Lisa Cuddy?" Foreman asked. He looked at House, amazed, "Lisa Cuddy the doctor?"
"No," House said, pulling out his bottle of Vicodin, "Lisa Cuddy the Clown. Little bit taller, great ass, not as bitchy, I hear she's available for birthday parties."
"What happened?" Cameron asked. Her usual expression of shock when the slightest thing went wary was on her face.
"Like I said, she collapsed in the clinic, seizure. Nurses took her temperature and it was 104. So-"
"I can't believe this. Did she seem sick to any of you guys?" Cameron asked.
"I didn't talk to her today." Chase said.
"She seemed fine this morning," Foreman said.
"You think we would have noticed if something was wrong." Cameron suggested.
"Hey, maybe we can pass her a note in study hall!" House exclaimed. He held some pills in his hand, putting the bottle back in his pocket. "Symptoms!"
The room was silent for a moment as they thought. "Could be an infection." Chase suggested.
"Or heatstroke," Foreman said.
"No," House said, "She was in the clinic, it was cool down there. Besides, most heatstroke is above 104, not at."
"It's still possible." Cameron replied. "We should check for fluid around the lungs and white and red cell count incase it's lupus." Cameron said.
"It's never lupus!" House answered, capping the marker. "Go run tests for any infection. Get an MRI." The group of doctors got up the leave. House stared thoughtfully out the window. "And run a test for lupus."
The three looked back curiously. Cameron, of course, opened her mouth, "I thought you said-"
"Just do it!" House said, without turning around.
The group of doctors left, leaving House alone in his thoughts. He still hadn't taken the pills yet. He didn't have much time to think, for Wilson appeared a moment later.
"Hey, what's going on? Did you hear about Cuddy?" he asked.
"Yeah," House replied. "She's my new patient."
"Cuddy? As in Lisa Cuddy?" Wilson asked, amazed.
"How many Cuddy's do you know sick in this hospital?" House asked, turning around. He took a deep breath, finally dry popped the Vicodin and headed out the door. Wilson followed him out.
"Where are you going?" Wilson asked.
"Dinner," House replied, "Care to join me? I'll let you pay!"
Wilson shook his head. "Can't, got a... meeting tonight."
"Yeah, those divorce lawyers really cut into your free time, huh? Of course, by now, I'm sure you're a pro at this!"
Wilson looked at House, puzzled. "How'd you know it was my divorce lawyer?"
"You were wearing your wedding ring this morning, but now it's off your finger. But, you're not dressed to impress, so either you're picking up a hooker, which you never do, or it's your divorce lawyer."
Wilson's expression changed from puzzled to surprise.
"Oh, don't look so amazed," House said, pushing the elevator button.
"That is impressive." Wilson answered, "But what I find more amazing is that I heard that you held Cuddy's hand and rode with her from the clinic and stayed with her in the ER until she was stable."
For the first time since Wilson had known him, House had no witty reply.
"I'm telling you, I'm fine," Cuddy cried to the three ducklings. They noticed how strange it was to see her in a hospital gown and tubes up her nose. They were afraid she wasn't getting enough oxygen and made her keep them on.
"House ordered us to do these tests on you." Chase replied, "He wants you to get an MRI done."
"Since when do I take orders from House? He certainly never takes them from me."
Just then, the door to Cuddy's room opened and there stood the handicapped devil himself. "How's my favorite little patient this evening?" He asked, staggering into the room and sliding the door shut.
"House," Cuddy said. He had never seen her so annoyed. It was quite amusing to him, actually, "Why are you treating me, I'm fine."
"Right," House said, "I forgot how common seizures are in a woman's cycle. You can go." He pulled out her chart and read it over again. "Get a lumbar puncture done, too."
"Why?" Cuddy asked.
House turned back around. "I lost my Cuddy Voodoo doll, so I'll just poke pins in the real thing!" He put the chart back and headed back to the door. "Now, you be a brave girl for me ok." He pinched her cheek and headed towards the door. "They grow up so fast!"
"Oh, you're just loving this!" Cuddy exclaimed as the door closed behind him.
