Chapter 4

Cameron had pulled chase out of House's grasp and down to the recreational room, she had to talk to him, 'Must be important because she said, 'Robert,' instead of Chase or Honey,' he thought as her soft, small hand held onto his hand tighter and tighter.

"Robert, uhm..." Cameron stuttered and stopped to look up at her fiance. He had proposed to her earlier that month, a few weeks after she got her HIV results back. Negative. They were both so happy and elated that they pulled all the barriers and finally moved into Chase's house.

"Honey, what is it? What's wrong?" Chase asked, clasping her hands to his heart and chest. This worried him, she was hardly ever this nervous.

"Robert..." she paused, trying to grasp for the right words, "I think... I think I'm preg--"

"Pregnant?" Chase's mouth dropped open, while a glint in his eye started to form. "I'm going to be a-a-a.." He couldn't get the word out.

A wide smile crept across her face, "A daddy!" she was so happy, and so excited, she was going to be a mother, a mommy! Finally! Chase will be the best dad in the world, he will play catch, watch TB, be a 'doctor dad', everything! They are going to have a baby!

In the middle of her thoughts Chase picked her up and hugged her tightly and began to dance around. This was a dream come true. "Allison! We're going to have a baby!" She put her down and kissed her lips, "We're going to have a baby." he pushed a stray hair back and pressed their foreheads together, whispering, "We're going to have a baby."

It was like she had been woken up from a trance, before she thought he would leave her and let her raise their bastard child by herself. This was absolutely different from her thoughts before. He was happy to be having a child. "I know," she said, smiling and looking into his sparkling green eyes, "I know!"

Chase and Cameron exchanged another kiss before going back up to the conference room to get their new case.

"Three year old, accidentally got into household cleaners and ingested it. Vomiting, blood in stool, diarrhea. Parents also say she's tired and fatigued, and isn't eating much." Foreman read the paper aloud to the occupants of the room. Cameron looked at the file and sipped at her coffee.

"It could be...either stomach flu or she's poisoned," Chase put in his idea of what it was, looking at the file over Cameron's shoulder.

"Maybe. Sounds like an interesting case. What do you think House?" Cameron asked, and turned to House to see him glaring at the whiteboard. "House?"

He turned around and looked at his three duckling, " Very interesting, Drs. Chase and... Chase," he looked to Cameron, "Go start rehydrating her, get a stool sample, GI series, and an endoscopy."

When Chase and Cameron arrived in the 3 year olds room, the child's parents were holding her each of her hands and kissing her and making sure their daughter was comfortable.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Chase and this is Dr. Cameron, we'll be looking after and helping your daughter." Cameron started checking her blood pressure, temperature, pulse, and then swollen glands in her throat.

"What do you think she has doctor?" The child's mother asked as she watched Cameron pinch and twist her daughter's skin into an IV.

"We think she just has the stomach flu, but a meaner case of it. We'll keep her here over night to watch her and observe if she gets better or worse," Cameron smiled at the mother and father of the beautiful girl. "Melanie's going to be just fine, we'll take good care of her, Mr. and Mrs. Chairman."

"Can I have my teddy bear mommy?" A tiny voice spoke barely above the beeping of the heart and vital monitors.

A brown, beaten up little bear emerged from her mother's purse and the little girl smiled weakly as she held it up to her cheek. Her father held her mother's hand as she started to cry.

"Are there any other symptoms that might help us diagnose her daughter's condition?" Chase asked as he clipped some papers to her file.

"I thought you said my daughters only has a stomach flu, sir." Mr. Chairman stood up, threatening him to say anything else.

"What he means is, has your daughter complained of heartburn or anything else?" Cameron jumped into before there was a fight, that was the last thing anybody in this room needed.

"Yes, she said that she felt like her heart was on fire, and she stomach hurts real bad," her mother looked down upon her daughter, worried.

"Thank you, we'll come back and check her vital signs, and don't worry, she'll be just fine in our care." Chase said as she drew some blood from the girl. They left her and her parents, holding each of their child's hands. From the looks of it, she hadn't thrown up or had to use the bathroom since she got there. The contents of her stomach had be completely emptied, she was definitely dehydrated.

"Al, do you think their daughter could possibly have something more wrong with her?" Chase looked over at her as the entered the Conference room and sat down.

"I don't know, it looks just like a stomach flu, but the heartburn turned off that idea. After we drop off the blood sample, we should know what's wrong." Cameron smiled as she held his hand and looking into his eyes. "I hope our baby won't have to endure any of these medical mysteries."

"What did I hear about, 'Our baby'?" House walked... limped into the room.

"Oh, we just got a dog, and we named her 'Baby' because she's out baby," Chase lied smoothly.

"Oh," House said and limped to the whiteboard, "What type of dog? And how's our patient?"

"A pomeranian, and about to get her blood work done." Cameron looked down to the vial of blood in her hands and got up. "In fact, I'll go look at it right now."

"Chase, she's really too sassy for you." House said as she exited the room.

"So what? Are you going to sue me for her?" The Aussie pulled the file to him and started to re-read it.

Twenty to thirty minutes of not talking to House and explaining to Wilson the rules of Free-cell, Cameron came back, with a flustered voice and body, "Chase , the girl is convulsing. She won't stop. Come on!" She almost shouted and ran back down the hallway. Chase nearly knocked the chair over in an attempt to run after her.

As soon she he got there, the gory scene lay before him. The nurses were trying hard to get the parents out of the room, while Cameron continued to try to stop the blood from being up-chucked . Chase ran to help her and up-ed the IV. As soon as he did that, she stopped convulsing and fell asleep. "If we keep her asleep, maybe she won't vomit anymore?" They left the nurses to clean the mess up. "Allison, what's wrong her?" Chase asked.

"I don't know, I need Wilson to look at it for me," she answered and opened the door. "Wilson, look at these results from the little girls blood. Have you ever seen anything like this?"

Chase read over Wilson's shoulder and shuddered. "It looks like she has..."

"Cancer..." Wilson confirmed as they all looked at each other. "Stomach tumors. She needs to see a GI for the correct diagnoses. I think we have one on stie today."

"Yeah, a Ms. Wells, I think." Cameron said she went to make herself some herbal tea.

"I heard she was really good, she can spot anything from constipation to stomach ulcers." Chase got up and went to make himself a cup of coffee, whispering, "Ally, you look flushed, do you want to go home and get some rest?"

"We both know that House would be suspicious and that would lead to unwanted mockery and questions," Cameron pinched his cheek. "I'll go down to clinic later and be referred to a gynecologist." She turned around with her tea and went to sit back down, but her baby had decided otherwise. She had to turn around to the sink and throw up.

House looked warily at her while Wilson and Chase went to her aid. "Wilson, take a sample of that. I want to know something."

Wilson nodded and pulled a petri dish from under the sink and scraped some into the bottom. He took it over to House and went back to help Chase with Cameron.

House left the three of them to go do the lab work on the vomit.

Chase and Wilson secured a room for Cameron and let her rest there while Chase went to go check on the patient, who was sitting up in bed, trying to eat some saltine crackers.

"How are you feeling, Melanie?" Chase asked as he pressed the stethoscope to her chest, and then took her pulse.

"Fine..." came her small, wary voice, "My heart hurts... and I went poopie..." Chase listened and realized children have a problem with over informing adults.

'Well at least she is being rehydrated, and it's not coming out of her mouth.' He thought, as he lifted the blankets over her. 'I should run some to the lab.' And quickly scraped some to a slide and exited the room.

Cameron felt rested enough to go back and find out how the patient was doing. Seeing Chase running to the lab, and then looking to whom was already in the lab, gave Cameron a scare. House was examining her vomit. Knowing House he'd probably wait to break the new in front of Wilson, Cuddy, Foreman, and more than likely tell all those in clinic that she was pregnant. "Chase! What are you taking into the lab? A stool sample?"

He smiled at his fiance walking about. "Yeah, a fecal occult blood test." He answered as she started to walk with him. "You sure you don't want to go home, baby?" they reached the lab and quietly went inside.

"I'm sure. I should be fine fore the rest of the da." She replied then looked to House. "House, do you want to me to get Dr. Wells so she and I can start an upper GI series? To confirm the child has stomach tumors."

"Yeah...sure. You know Mrs. Chase, you have some interesting vomit." House answered her sarcastically.

Cameron rolled her eyes skyward and looked over to Chase. "I'll be back soon with Wells." And she left. Cameron started down the the Gastro clinic, but decided she'd be better off finding out if Dr. Wells really was in. the nursing station really was the best place to hang out at , you learned where all the doctors were in the hospital. "Yep, she's in, Gastro Intestinal: Level Four. Doctors in: Drs. Wells, Nunley, Bandicoot, and Wooten.' she thought to herself. "Good they're all here. But Wells is the best in her field." Cameron said to herself as she made off to the elevator and to Level Four for PPTH.