A/N: I decided to post another chapter. I'm just so thrilled about this story! Please review, and enjoy! :)

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After the shock, Evangeline's heart rate returned. House stared at her.

"Out of the room. I need to speak with the patient. "

"But-" 13 started to object.

"Now. Unless you want to pick up my dry-cleaning for the next month."

"I do that already," 13 replied bitterly. House turned to her.

"Just leave."

13 and the nurses left the room as House scooted a chair next to Evangeline's bed.

"Let me ask you something…Evangeline," House said as he sat down. Evangeline weakly turned her head and smirked.

"You can call me Eve, you know."

"No, I didn't know. But thanks for putting less burden on my tongue," House replied sarcastically.

"You don't like your patients," Eve blatantly suggested.

"Why would you assume I'm such a jerk? I love my patients." House pretended to scoff.

"You don't like to get to know them. That could cloud your judgment of their situation; make you desperate when you run out of ideas," Eve explained. "Am I close?"

House stared at her for a moment. She smirked again. "I thought so."

"Have you been having any heart problems?" House questioned quickly.

"Ah. So that's why you told them to leave," she said. House frustratingly sighed.

"And what would be the reason?" he asked.

"My file says my mom died of a heart attack. You care about how I would react to a 'touchy subject'."

"No I don't," House argued.

"Then why did you sit down?"

"My leg was killing me," House said as he patted his knee. Silence filled the room for a few moments.

"The answer is yes, by the way. I have irregular heartbeats; got in from my mom. Usually only happens when I get nervous or excited," Eve explained.

"What makes an annoyingly persistent woman like you nervous? I bet it has nothing to do with being in a hospital," House said.

"No, it doesn't. But maybe it's a handsome doctor who works in one."

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"She's as observant as you are. What's wrong with that?" Wilson questioned House as they stood in the lunch line.

"She's annoying as hell, that's what's wrong," House answered.

"Hmm. She reminds me of someone. Who could it be? I think he uses a cane…"

"I can barely get through my diagnosis without her interrupting with questions. And I think she called me… handsome," House said as he grabbed a bag of chips.

"How do you know she was talking about you?" Wilson asked. "There are other doctors in this hospital besides you."

House handed him the bag of chips. "You're paying."

Wilson caught up with House as he walked down a hallway.

"She has heart murmurs. The Levoxyl we gave her caused her heart rate to speed up, blood pumped into the wrong valves, and therefore caused her cardiac arrest. She wasn't allergic," House stated.

"But you still can't give her Levoxyl, or anything close to it. It could happen again," Wilson said.

"Exactly."

"Maybe there's something you're missing."

"You're suggesting another symptom that we haven't found yet."

"Yes. You could be treating the wrong thing," Wilson said as he stopped House. "If her heart is unstable, the wrong treatment could kill her."

House remained silent.

"Maybe we should go check on her. See if we can discover a new symptom."

"You know I hate checking on patients," House replied as he walked away.

"And yet you keep checking on her. Any reason for that?" Wilson questioned, following closely behind House.

"You're suggesting I like her?" House asked as he entered an elevator. "Everyone knows I'm into whoever you're dating."

Wilson gave him a look and walked into the elevator.

"I ride alone," House said.

"Not today," Wilson replied.

After a few moments of silence, Wilson spoke up. "So do you?" House looked at him.

"Do me? Sorry Wilson, but I don't swing that way."

The elevator door opened, and they walked out.

"I mean her," Wilson said as they approached Eve's room.

"I haven't done her, either."

Wilson rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything more.

They walked into her room, and she smiled. "Come to give me the right diagnosis, Dr. House?"

House turned to Wilson. "See? I didn't even say anything yet, and she's already asking questions."

Eve stared at Wilson for a few seconds until her face brightened. "James? James Wilson?"

Wilson smiled. "I hoped you would recognize me."

House looked back and forth between the two. "You know each other?"

"We went to high school together," Wilson said as he walked up next to the bed.

"We were best friends," Eve explained, still smiling. "That is, until you decided to go to medical school," she said to Wilson.

"Hey, you know we had different interests; I liked medical work, and you liked music and art. Things happen. Sorry I haven't tried to contact you in a while," Wilson said.

"Yeah; a long while. But it's okay. I haven't forgotten you."

"Sorry to interrupt such a touching reunion, but I need to look in your mouth," House cut in. House got right in Eve's face. "Open." Eve obeyed and House shown light in her mouth. "I thought so."

"What is it?" Wilson asked.

"Tell Taub I said 'congratulations'. She has lupus." House turned to Eve. "You should have told somebody your mouth was aching. We could have discovered the sores earlier."

Eve frowned and held her stomach. She started groaning and coughing.

"Eve, are you alright?" Wilson asked. She leaned over the side of her bed and vomited.

House stared at her. "I'm guessing that's a 'no'."