House is in his office air drumming to "Paint it Black" when Cameron enters.
"59 year old female coughing up blood," started Cameron.
"Boring," says House and continues his air drumming.
"Not boring" says Cameron, turning the iPod off. "She's got 3 autoimmune deficiency disorders and now . . ."
"She a smoker?" House asks, slightly more interested but still avoiding looking directly at Cameron.
"Yes, but . . ."
"But nothing. Lung cancer or emphysema. Take your pick, let Wilson take a look and send her on her way."
"But House . . ."
"But nothing Cameron." House turns the volume back up on his iPod.
"Her lungs are clear," Cameron states, and remains in front of him.
House finally looks up, snatches the chart away from Cameron, as Foreman and Chase enter the office.
"Repeat the chest x-ray and get a full blood workup." House stands up and grabs his cane. He turns off the iPod and walks over to the whiteboard.
"What autoimmune diseases?" House asks in that irritating yet charming way that Cameron can't resist.
"Pernicious anemia, Graves Disease, and Lupus."
"Damn!" Chase says. "She certainly got the fun genetic pack. Hope it came with a prize."
House writes all of these things down on the whiteboard and mulls them over. "Chase, repeat the chest x-ray. Foreman, full blood workup. Cameron, full family history I want to know exactly what we are dealing with here."
"She's still out," Cameron says. "She was in respiratory arrest when she arrived."
"Well, talk to (House flips through the chart) the daughter see what information she can give up."
The three leave, leaving House to stare blankly at the whiteboard.