I'm so so sorry for the long delay, but I haven't been able to fix my PC. Now I'm at a place where I can write chapters for the next 9 days, so if I have enough inspiration I'll write 9 chapters. I'm not sure about the future… :C

Anyway, this time Foreman has a greater part :D

Disclaimer: I don't own House MD.

At PPTH, 12 am:

Foreman was alone at the diagnostics clinic, searching through case files frustrated. He had already arrived at the clinic when House called him: "You can have a day-off."

House and Cuddy had decided to stay at Cuddy's for the day. Foreman didn't know of it, so he thought that House was just getting himself in trouble again. As he had already arrived at the hospital and had nothing to do at home, he decided to search for a case he could solve himself. He picked one of them randomly and opened it:

Rachel Lewis

Description: Rachel is a 1-year-old cheerful little girl with no medical history. Her mother got concerned as she hasn't started to gain any hair and constantly vomits any food she tries to feed her. Her white cell count is a little bit below normal but is not a reason for concern.

This has to do. Foreman thought to himself. He went to the info desk with the case file. "Excuse me, where is this patient?" He asked handling the file to the nurse.

"Clinic, room 2." The nurse said. "Are you alone at work?"

"Yeah, had nothing better to do."

"That means House put you to do overwork. Did he tell you any reason?"

Foreman laughed a little. I wish he had. "Nope." He left to the patient thinking to himself: Why the hell am I doing this? He arrived at #2 and was greeted by the patient's mother:

"I'm glad you came." She rushed to Foreman. "My baby is not okay."

"So I read." Foreman checked the patient file again. "Boldness and vomiting. How long has the vomiting lasted?"

"For a couple of days." The mother answered and rushed to her baby, who was sleeping in a cot. "Oh, I'm rude. I didn't introduce myself, I'm Mary Lewis."

"Dr. Eric Foreman. Is she your first?"

"Yes, she is." Mary looked at her child concerned. "You're thinking this is just panicking, aren't you?"

"No no…" Foreman shook his head.

"I understand that, but I just have this feeling that she isn't fine. I know it."

Foreman smiled. "It probably isn't anything serious. Was she born bold?"

"No, she had a lot of hair. Then they dropped off at the age of 5 and a half months, I read that it's normal. But they aren't growing back, that's what I'm concerned about." She pat Rachel on the cheek. "My little baby…"

"Sometimes it takes long. It's perfectly normal." Foreman stroke through the boldness from the symptoms. "Now let's concertrate on the vomiting. Has she had any fever?"

"No, at least when I've been there. And believe me, I'm there 24/7." Mary tried to let out a little laugh.

"Okay." Foreman wrote down No fever. "What have you fed her lately?"

"Nothing different from the normal. Solid baby foods."

"Have you added anything new?"

"It was this new Nestle carrot food."

"When did you start feeding her it?"

"Four weeks ago, but the symptoms began three weeks ago."

Carrot food added to diet 1 week before symptoms. Possible carrot allergy.

"That's all I need right now. I'll still do a routine check." Foreman went to Rachel and listened to her vitals (heartbeat and ventilation). "Heart and lungs are fine." He checked her reflexes and throath. "Throath and reflexes are fine." He took a needle and the equipment for measuring blood sugar. "I'll test her blood sugar. It might have dropped seriously." When Rachel was poked with the needle, she woke up and started to cry. The blood sugar monitor showed 3, which is normal. Mary took Rachel to her laps and she stopped crying.

Foreman went to his computer. "I'll give you an prescription for allergy tests. She probably has a carrot allergy. Stop feeding her any carrot foods before the test results come in." The printer printed the prescription and Foreman handed it to Mary.

"Couldn't we stay here for the time?"

"The test results might take a couple of days to come…"

"She might be seriously ill!"

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you…"

"I'll sue this whole hospital if we aren't allowed to stay!" She rushed to Foreman furious.

"It is against hospital rules, since your baby isn't having any nutrient deficiencies." Foreman said sighing. "I'd be glad to let you stay, but…"

"Who's the one responsible?"

"Dr. Gregory House, but he's having a day-off."

"Call him." Foreman kept looking at the furious first-time mother. "What are you waiting for?"

"Fine." Foreman dialed in House's number.

"I thought you'd enjoy your rare little day-off." House said.

"How do you I'm not?"

"You wouldn't be calling me if you had something smart to do. So, what is it?"

"I have someone here who would want her baby to be admitted to the hospital."

"Why are you calling me? You have the right to admit any patient as a doctor." Before Foreman could respond, House continued: "A first-time mother?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Fathers don't worry so much. Nor do experienced moms. Tell me what the baby has."

"Vomiting, probably due to carrot allergy. And also no hair growth. She's an 1-year-old."

"OOH, how terrible! Her baby is going to become a discriminated forever-virgin bum because she has no hair!"

"Understood." Foreman smiled sarcastically.

"Now, if you excuse me, I have to teach a certain little Cuddy some good manners." House hung up.

"I'm sorry." Before Foreman continued, Mary yelled panicking:

"She's not breathing!" Foreman rushed to Rachel and tested her pulse.

"No pulse. We need a resuscitation cart at room 2!"

"What is happening to her?" Mary asked panicked.

"Cardiac arrest." A nurse and a resuscitation doctor arrived with the cart. Foreman took the defibrillation paddles and put them on Rachel's chest. Mary was taken outside, where she cried hysterically and beat the room window. "Ventricular fibrillation! 50 joules, clear!" The monitor beeped.

"Normal sinus rhythm, HR 100." The resuscitation doctor noticed. "Why was she brought here originally?"

"Vomiting and late hair growth. Seemed like carrot allergy." Foreman answered.

"Are you going to admit her to the diagnostics or…?"

"I need to call House."

"I need to know now."

Foreman considered. "I'll admit her."

A little bit short, but it still is something. Review.