Chapter 14

Nurses ran into the room and attended to Cameron. House grabbed the phone and paged Wilson, who came running up. Cameron finally stopped seizing, but lay on his floor unconsious.

"We're going to admit her, Dr. House," said one of the nurses.

"Yeah? No kidding," said House very rudely. He couldn't help it; he was worried.

Wilson walked into the room and watched as the nurses rolled Cameron out of House's room.

"WAIT!" shouted House. A nurse came running back in.

"What?"

"Tell them her attending is Dr. House."

The nurse sighed and looked at him for a moment. "Okay." She left the room.

"House?" asked Wilson, "You sure you can do this?"

"Do what?"

"Well... last time you were treating one of your fellows... you kinda fell apart."

"This is different."

"How so?"

"It's not my fault this time."

"You don't know that."

"Okay, maybe I don't, but I don't know that it is."

Wilson shrugged his head. Touche. "It's just a seizure, House."

"There's bound to be more symptoms."

"Of course." Wilson's eyebrows raised. Why did House always have to make things so complicated?

"I'm serious."

"I'm sure you are."

"Tell the nurses, for me, that I want a conjoined room."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"You want to share a room... with Cameron?"

House stared at him.

"House, you're being discharged in a week, no."

"Yeah, well, hopefully she'll be better in a week, right?"

"Whatever happened to never visiting the patients? Diagnosing based on symptoms?"

House didn't answer.

Wilson sighed, "I'll talk to the nurses."

He walked out of the room to go talk to the nurses.

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House had been worrying about Cameron all day. He'd heard nothing about her, and yet he was her attending. Where were Chase and Foreman?

A nurse finally walked in. "Dr. House? We're ready to move you now."

House nodded, and the nurse gathered his things and House held onto them as she rolled him out of the room. Next thing he knew, he was laying next to a still unconsious Cameron. He just stared at her. The nurse left.

Finally, after about 10 minutes, Chase and Foreman walked in carrying a file.

"Where have you guys been?" asked House, "She's only been our patient for a few hours!"

The two ducklings sighed and rolled their eyes. Foreman spoke. "House, she had a seizure. Diagnostically boreing, okay? She's unconcisous, nothing else. Yada yada yada."

House just stared at him and reached his good arm out for the file. Chase rolled his eyes and handed it to him.

Patient presents with a seizure. "Get a family history?" asked House.

"What... are you serious?" asked Chase.

"No, she doesn't deserve one. We can diagnose her without one because she's a doctor."

Chase rolled his eyes. "Who are we supposed to call? She's unconsious, House."

"Well her purse is right there. I'm sure she has a cell phone or an address book," said House.

"What?" said Foreman looking at Cameron's purse, "I'm not invading her privacy!"

"Okay fine, we'll let her die."

The ducklings sighed and opened up her purse. Chase pulled out a phone and an address book. Foreman, however was still staring in her purse.

"What happened to not invading her privacy," quipped House.

Foreman reached into Cameron's purse and pulled out a pill bottle. House's face crinkled in thought.

"Phenytoin," read Foreman.

House's eyebrows shot up. "Cameron's anemic?"

"Appearantly," said Foreman handing him the pill bottle.

House looked at the bottle. Valid persription. He never even knew. Why hadn't Cameron told him?

"So..." said House, "Patient presents with seizure AND anemia."

"You think it's a symptom?"

"It's rarely just a condtion, especially when your patient just happened to have a seizure," quipped House. Chase and Foreman bit their lips. "Where's my whiteboard when I need it?"

"In the office... where it should be..." said Foreman.

"Well get it in here," said House, "It helps me think."

Chase and Foreman left to get the whiteboard, completely embarrassed to be carrying it throughout the hospital. When they returned, they smiled.

"Hey, Sleepy Head!" Chase smiled at a now-awake Cameron. House was smiling more.

Cameron appeared to have a headache. "Where am I? What happened?"

"You had a seizure," said House.

Cameron's eyes widened. "I.. I what?"

"Must I always repeat myself?"

Foreman started writing on the white board. After all, he was third in the succession (House, Cameron, Foreman, and well, Chase just wasn't ready!). On the board he wrote 'Seizure' and 'Anemia.' At this, Cameron's mouth opened slightly.

"How did... you know I was anemic?" she asked.

House held up a pill bottle.

"You... you went through my things?!"

"Can't believe that would surprise you. Actually, we just wanted an address book or phone to get a family history, but hey, pill bottles are just as cool," said House.

Cameron ducked her head. House did it all the time, she had no right to get angry now.

"Gonna need a family history," said House still looking at his roomate.

"Oh... um... nothing... really... OH! My uncle died of a cerebral hemorage... that's all really." Everyone else had died of old age. Nice healthy family.

"I'm..." Cameron ducked her head.

"What's wrong?" asked Chase heading over to her bedside.

"..a little nausious.." She held her head and threw up on Chase. "I'm sorry!" she shouted before putting her hand over her mouth and biting her lip. Chase stared down at his ruined shirt and tie. Oh well, maybe he could get matching ones this time.

Foreman added vomitting to the list on the whiteboard.

"You're holding your head?" asked House.

"Very observant," said Cameron grumpily.

"No... I mean... do you have a headache?"

"Yeah," said Cameron, "It's actually getting worse." She looked up at him. "You don't think I'm hemoraging..."

"No," said House, "But I certainly don't think your uncle died of a cerebral hemorage either."

Cameron stared at him. Foreman took the hint and added cerebral hemorage to the list (even though Cameron hadn't hemoraged... yet).

"So..." said House concentrating on the whiteboard.

Seizure

Anemia

Vomitting

Headache

(Cerebral Hemorage?)

"Differential?" he asked. His ducklings started spitting out diseases, conditions.

"Breath-holding spells." said Chase.

"Only in kids." retorted House.

"Epilepsy?" asked Foreman.

House thought for a moment. "Nah..."

"But..."

"Fine," he said, "Get me an EEG and... an MRI." He smiled and they wheeled Cameron out of the room.