A/N: I know it's been a while since I've done anything, but my internet at home is not working, and I've been in and out of the doctor (fun, fun HA!) so I came up with this over the past couple days, when I haven't been busy with exams or follow ups… well hope you enjoy and review!!!!

Chapter 11

House clutched his cane in his hand, pulled his forehead down to it, and squeezed it. What was going on? Stacey was back, Stacey couldn't be back. Damn Wilson. Why had he trusted him? Questions were going through his head at high speeds. The case was getting more and more interesting. It wasn't Leptospirosis. She had been on the treatment for almost three days and it wasn't working. They hadn't come up with much, but they took her off the useless 'treatment'. House stared up at the ceiling and his team walked through the door.

"She is dizzy." Foreman started. House sighed and lifted his head from his cane. He walked to the whiteboard and scrabbled 'dizziness' on the board.

"What now?" he asked, the fatigue in his voice apparent. He stared at the board, this case was getting impossible, what was wrong with her? "Is there anything else that might help us?"

"No." Foreman answered him.

"Anyone besides Foreman going to answer, or are you going to make him do all the work?"

"Maybe we're not answering because we don't know." Chase said.

"Well either figure something out, or we're going to have a dead teenager on our hands, and I don't feel like filling out all that paperwork."

The room held a deathly quiet, House's statement hung in the air. This girl would die if they didn't figure something out. In a moment, they were all snapped out of their thoughts when their beepers went off.

"What are you waiting for," House questioned, "GO!" and they went.

They returned with solemn looks on their faces, and Cameron walked over to the board and wrote 'seizures' on the board. House looked at the board, puzzled. The combination of the symptoms weren't making much sense at all. Fever, anorexia, elevated creatine kinase, abdominal pain, and vomiting. And the newest symptoms: dizziness and seizing. They all had an odd yet familiar ring to them.

"Get another CBC." House ordered. Chase and Foreman looked at him.

"Another one?" Chase asked, "Won't it show the same things?"

"Maybe, maybe not," House replied. "Just do it."

The results were surprising. House read over them, and an amused look came over his face as he read them off.

"So, leukocytosis, what might this tell us?"

"Um." Cameron started. House cut her off.

" Has she been out of the country recently? To Japan or Asia in particular?" The team shrugged their shoulders simultaneously.

"We don't know, House." Chase answered.

"Well, before you go and ask that, do an ELISA, and get a head scan." He ordered around.

"Wait," Foreman said, pausing to gather his thoughts, "You don't think she may have.." he left the thought trailing.

"Yep."

"But if that's the case, then she needs to be on meds, now, House."

"Which is why I'm wondering why you are in here in the first place, go, go." He rushed them along. He had the feeling that this test was going to be positive, but he hoped that it wasn't going to be.

Wilson walked into the room.

"House."

"What do you want?" House spat. He did not feel like talking to Wilson right now.

"Stacey left." House let out a sigh of relief. Wilson rolled his eyes. "She was just trying to help, House, and you ran her off again, just like you did last time."

" I wasn't looking for a relationship, Wilson, I have Lisa. I don't want Stacey."

"She wasn't here for a relationship, House, she wanted to help you!"

"Doesn't matter, I'm going to find another lawyer, one that is NOT Stacey, and I'll be fine." His thoughts drifted to Lisa. He wondered how she was doing.

"House, you're impossible."

"Thank you."

Lisa, how was Lisa?

"Have you heard anything about Lisa?" House asked.

"Have you not gone down to see her, House, she needs you."

"Have you? I need to know, Wilson." Wilson shook his head.

"Why don't you go see for yourself, House." And he walked out.

Her hand was still fragile in his. Her face was tender, serene. She didn't look like she was on the verge of death. She couldn't be. Not her. Lisa. He held her hand ever tight. She was going to be okay, he assured himself, she was going to wake up, everything was going to be back to normal. But he couldn't kid himself, if she woke up, how much damage would there be? Would she be the same Lisa that she had been? Would she remember him? Lena? He remembered now why he had promised himself that he would never fall in love. It was painful. It ended badly. She couldn't go now that he had found her. He pleaded with her in his mind. Don't leave me. Don't leave me. Please don't leave me. He clasped her hand harder, then let go, and walked out of the room.