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Allison Cameron was running down the hall, trying to be as subtle as possible. She would try to fast walk for shorts bursts but in the long run (haha) she just sprinted to her destination. The young doctor rounded the corner of Dr. House's familiar hall where already a small mob of people were forming. Her, Chase, and Foreman quickly dispersed once they started to hear House yelling in anger at the patient.

"You guys had better go," Wilson ordered, his voice not suggesting any room for defiance, "Now."

They turned around the second he said it as the entire hall listened to the commotion going on of a woman sobbing and a man shouting. She saw Wilson open the door as soon as they walked away and run inside but House already stepped out angrily. Allison couldn't see her boss's face but he lumbered fast down the hallway in the opposite direction with the oncologist at the crossroads, staring at him and the disturbed patient despairingly.

He turned around, stepped inside the hospital room, and closed the door. She could hear the faint call of his kind voice, "Hello, ma'am, sorry for Dr. House's insensitivity…"

Cameron rounded the corner now in which she saw Chase and Foreman both standing outside his office doors. The blinds were all shut and they looked at her grimly.

"How is he?"

Foreman shook his head softly and Chase put his hands on his hips, "He hasn't left the office since this morning," it had been maybe 6 hours since the incident, "what do you think happened in there?"

"Didn't you hear what he was yelling about?" Eric looked at Chase sternly who shook his head, "the patient said that she didn't want a crippled doctor treating her."

"Damn it," Cameron closed her eyes and sighed.

"What do we do?" Chase looked at his colleagues in turn. He noticed that both Foreman and Cameron were looking to the floor, some anger in their eyes. They didn't want to treat a patient who just insulted their boss. Sure, House was a selfish, rude, egotistical man but he was incredibly smart and had saved more people than Chase could count in his couple of years at Princeton Plainsboro, "Look, I don't like it either but as doctors it's our job to remain objective. She is still our patient and we are still her doctors, we took an oath for scenarios like this."

"Oh, really?" Allison suddenly snapped, "oaths to treat patients who don't deserve our care?"

"Cameron-" Foreman sighed.

"No, I will not stand around here and let her just offend House like that. You know him, guys. Not only is he going to be upset and more mopey than usual, but that means all of our lives are going to be a living hell-doctors and patients alike."

"She's right," Chase stood shoulder to shoulder with Cameron, "he's a train off the tracks, who knows what he'll do now."

"Alright, alright," Foreman held his hands up, "I know where you guys are coming from, but we can't do this alone. We're just residents, we need someone House will listen to."

"Wilson?" Chase proposed.

"No," Cameron smiled, "Cuddy."

Lisa Cuddy, Dean of Medicine at Princeton-Plainsboro, looked up in surprise from her work to see Dr. House's three promising residents, Eric Foreman, Allison Cameron, and Robert Chase, coming up to her desk side by side.

"Look," she looked up from her work and sighed, "whatever Dr. House did, I'm sure there's something we can do to fix the problem at-"

"It was nothing that House did, Dr. Cuddy," Cameron pursued her lips, "we are here actually to ask for a favor rather than file a complaint."

"Although there are plenty of those," Foreman pitched in with raised eyebrows.

"What is it, Dr. Cameron," Cuddy ignored Foreman's comment.

"You haven't heard?" Chase asked surprised, "I'd think the word had gotten around to you already."

"No," Cuddy furrowed her brows in suspicion, "I had back to back meetings all day since 7 AM," she paused for a moment, "what happened?"

"Haven't any of the doctors or nurses told you yet?" Foreman looked at her solemnly.

"No," Cuddy was slightly more demanding, "I heard some nurse gossip of a small commotion on the 3rd floor, nothing worth my attention."

"Who exactly has offices on the third floor?" Cameron looked at her through large eyes.

"House," she pursed her lips in irritation, "what did he do?"
"Like I said, it's nothing he did," Cameron continued.

"That's a first," huffed the Dean of Medicine.

"But rather something someone did to him," Chase finished Cameron's sentence.

"What do you mean?" Dr. Cuddy asked in confusion.

"We mean that Dr. House might not be able to take on his latest case..objectively," Foreman tried to carefully place his words.

"All right," Cuddy stood up, her soft pink business cardigan and knee-length skirt gleamed with professionalism and authority, "If someone doesn't tell me what's going on in the next 30 seconds you are all fired."

"Dr. House was treating a patient today," Chase placed a patient chart on Cuddy's wooden desk filled with papers and documents, "no family history or any history of osteoporosis or scoliosis but her legs suddenly went paralyzed in the middle of her yoga class. No pain at all, no feeling in her legs, nothing felt strained right before the incident. Sudden onset paralysis."

"Okay?" Cuddy looked at him in slight irritation, her patience was maxed out and if something happened to one of her doctors then she had to know.

"The patient wasn't handling the news very well," Foreman grew anxious as Cuddy's eyes never left his even as she looked at the patient chart, "our doctors couldn't find a reason for her paralysis that was so sudden and not accompanied with pain, she went berserk."

"Dr. House came onto the floor to get a better look at the patient in order to make a more accurate differential diagnosis," Cameron explained carefully, "but the minute he walked in…" Cameron didn't have the heart to finish her explanation as the memory of the woman's yelling and House's remarks echoed through her mind.

"Look," Lisa Cuddy's eyes were ablaze as she threw the patient chart down on the table, "Can one of you please tell me what's going on!"
"The patient's current situation made her sensitive to similar conditions, such as Dr. House's infarction in his leg. Upon seeing him as her doctor, she began to yell at him, and I quote 'Here I am, I can't move my legs and they send you, a cripple.' That was just the beginning."

"Oh, God," Cuddy sighed and closed her eyes.

"And he hasn't left his office in a couple of hours, the blinds are closed and the door is locked," Foreman pitched in, "we can't get in there."

"Is he in his office now?"

"Yes."

"Wilson?"

"Dealing with the patient."

Cuddy shook her head, "All right, time for me to go and check on him, all three of you are on break. Go to the cafeteria and stay there until I tell you, got it?" Lisa fixed her blazer and walked over to the door.

"Wait, we can't go in there too?" Allison's eyebrows furrowed.

"Absolutely not," the Dean of Medicine held the door open as the shuffling residents slowly made their way out of the office, "this is strictly department head duty, I cannot allow residents involved in our business."

The three looked forlorn but Cuddy was the Dean of Medicine, she needed to rule with an iron fist to make the hospital successful. She didn't get this far without whipping a few backsides here and there. Now it was time to go see Dr. House, maybe she could get him to do his job again if she was lucky…which she almost never was with Greg.

Greg House sat down at his wooden desk, his purple and red tennis ball in his hand and his brown cane resting upon his desk, accusingly. His eyes were down and his head was slightly bowed, he felt the quiet thickness of the room weigh down on his shoulders. There wasn't much he could do now for that patient-wanted to do for the patient. She didn't deserve his help. Yeah, so she was paralyzed from the waist down. He wasn't going to be able to walk straight for the rest of his life, and was he complaining? No, he just kept on going, kept on working and here the patient was criticizing him when he was trying to save her.

"Go save yourself," House scoffed.

He heard a soft knock at the door and his head turned up. Cuddy's body was half in, half out of the doorway, her bright pink outfit in contrast to the dark, dim room.

"House?" she called softly.

Greg just looked at her through cold blue eyes.

"House," she stepped in fully now, "I heard about what happened."

He just rolled the tennis ball between both hands on the desk without a word.

"I can tell you are upset."

"Aren't you clever," he said with a sour tone.

Cuddy sighed, she knew that House was going to he disagreeable and hard to compromise with, but she just had to let him attack her with his words however stinging they may be.

"The patient's name is Lisa Paulson," Cuddy gently placed a manila patient folder on his desk, "and she-"

"I don't want to know her name," Greg snarled.

Cuddy paused for a moment before continuing, "Ms. Paulson's case is perplexing, sudden onset paralysis no family history of osteoporosis or scoliosis, no spinal issues, no autoimmune disorders concerning the central nervous system, no nervous system diseases…we can't figure it out, House. I've already had the team run the MRI, the spinal fluid test, and epiduroscopy that you wanted earlier today but there haven't been any signs that point to a specific issue."

"I'm off the case."

'House-"

"I'm off the case, Cuddy," he slammed his tennis ball on the table and looked at her with serious eyes.

"Why, House? Why now, why her?" Lisa asked.

"Because she doesn't deserve my help."

"It's illegal for a doctor to refuse treating a patient, you know that, Greg," her tone got more commanding.

"What are you gonna do? Report me? I'm the best doctor you have, I diagnose, treat, and cure more patients than any doctor here," he swiveled around in his chair, "Besides, I'm not refusing anything. Protocol mandates that if a physician is mentally or emotionally compromised, without clear conscience or rational thought, they cannot treat any patients in fear of endangering patient life."

"House, you're making excuses!"
"Am I? Cuddy, do you go in those rooms everyday and have those patients look at you with a sideways glance at a crippled man trying to heal them of their own ailments when he can't even do it to himself?"

"This is one patient out of thousands, Greg," Cuddy pleaded, "and she was distraught, you can't blame her, House. She's paralyzed from the waist down and we can't figure out what's wrong with her."

"Do you think when I woke up after my leg surgery that I wasn't a little distraught? Did I go around yelling at you for speaking too loud or not giving me enough morphine for my pain? She had no right to yell at me like that, to tell me I'm incapable of doing my job just because of a problem with my leg."

"You're right, House, I'm not disagreeing with you, but you need to look at this objectively, she doesn't know any better at the moment. I'm sure when you did wake up from your surgery to feel chunks of your thigh taken out that you wanted to curse the world, or your doctors, or me, or whoever, but you handled it better, Greg. It's because your stronger than she is, you live your life and save people's lives despite little setbacks."

"Then Lisa Paulson better grow up and learn to be bigger and stronger because as of now I still am not going to treat her and neither will my team. Dr. Eric Foreman, Dr. Robert Chase, Dr. Allison Cameron, and Department Head, Dr. Greg House M.D. refrain ourselves from treating your patient. Diagnostic medicine is off of this, period."

"House, you can't do this-"

"I just did," Greg sat back down in his chair without a word.

Cuddy opened her mouth to speak when her pager began to beep alarmingly. She opened up to see Dr. Wilson calling her to room 604, Lisa Paulson's room, an emergency.

"It's Lisa Paulson, can you come with me and help her or not, House?" The Dean of Medicine looked at House's back. He didn't move.

"Fine, as of right now I am deeming you unfit to practice medicine. You tell me at the end of the day if you want to quit or you want to stay on the payroll and so help me, House, if that patient dies I will make sure that no hospital will hire you in the country."

"Really?" he turned his head to look at her, his blue eyes threatening, "Well then, good luck with the patient."

Cuddy was walking to the door when she cast one more glance at Greg who kept his back turned to her. It was up to them to solve this case without the legendary skills of Dr. Gregory House.