For all intents and purposes I was back on House's team. The only difference was that I had to abruptly leave if they needed me in the emergency room.

The blond woman, Amber, who House called Cut-throat Bitch, was disturbed by my comings and goings. "Pick a place and stay there," she snapped at me when I interrupted yet another differential.

I glanced at my beeper. "I'm sorry. They need me in Trauma."

House waved me out, surprisingly patient. "Go forth then. And think about the case."

I hated car wrecks. I was working on a hemorrhaging woman who I had to later tell she lost her baby. She was seven months pregnant when the trauma took it away from her. Her husband needed surgery on his crushed legs and would probably never walk again.

As I washed my hands in the bathroom I looked at my pale reflection in the mirror and sighed. I was done with the ER. I walked up to the nurses station. "I'm not on call anymore," I told her.

She gave me a strange look. "Ok, Dr. Cameron."

I took the stairs up to the fourth floor, needing the time to think. House was alone when I got there.

"What's up, Cameron?" he asked as I walked into his office.

"I can't do it anymore, House."

His blue eyes looked sharply at me. "Do what?"

Much to my embarrassment tears came to my eyes. "I had to tell a woman she lost her baby."

"Fetus?" he asked.

I nodded. "Fetus," I repeated. "And her husband will probably lose at least one of his legs."

He studied me. "Random patients?"

"Yes."

He rolled his eyes. "You're still too soft. Patients of mine die all the time."

"Not every hour, every day."

He sighed. "I'll talk to Cuddy."

Whatever he said worked because the next day I was officially put back on House's team, much to the dismay of the two girls.

"What do you mean I have to work ER?" Amber was asking as I walked in.

House was uncharacteristically early. "Not that hard. Besides, I got Thirteen working there too since you are such good buddies."

"This is bullshit. Just because your bunny wants to come back..."

"She belongs to Chase, thank you."

"She is right here, thank you," I commented.

Amber stomped out of the office, leaving House to me. "I think that went well," he told me as he gestured to the coffee machine.

I rolled my eyes. Just another day in the office.