A small sigh escapes Wilson's lips as he watches his best friend walk out of his office door in a hurry. The Operating Room isn't a far distance away from Wilson's office. If the team couldn't handle the patient with a seizure, what makes them think that they can handle him in the Operating Room? With that in mind, House races off to the rescue.

The surgery is led strongly by Chase and Foreman. The two men slice and pluck away at the man lying in front of them. Their moves are made quickly hoping that House would arrive soon to possibly help them out. Cameron is in the room above the Operating Room peering down on her co-workers.

Her worries increase with the action down below. House strongly pushes open the doors joining Cameron. He gives her a long stare before turning his attention to the surgery. Chase quickly gazes up noticing House viewing the scene from above.

Rapid hand gestures from Foreman and Chase indicate House to hurry down there as quickly as possible to observe beside them in the patient's surgery. House's head arches back revealing that he's going nowhere anytime soon, his bird's eye view is clear enough. Two sets of eyes angrily squint at House. Chase pumps more blood into their patient, while Foreman checks his stats.

Cameron glances over at her boss, trying to figure out if he was really going to fire her or not. She opens her mouth about to speak.

"Save it. I don't want to hear your ass kissing bullshit of a lie you're going to try to sell me."

House barks out.

He turns his attention back to the treacherous surgery below.

The patient flat lines causing Cameron's eyes to widen in shock. A jolt runs throughout her body causing her to temporarily lose balance. Even if she did race down there to try to help them out it would be too late. The patient might have already died before she even squeezed into her scrubs. Her feet are firmly planted on the floor, her body not moving an inch.

The itch to save a life has ceased. Her helping motives have been shortly laid to rest, Chase and Foreman are doing a fine job by themselves. House peers down at them trying to revive the man back to life. Cameron musters up enough courage to try to speak to her boss; he quickly saunters off not wanting to deal with the drama.

Cameron catches up with her boss strolling down a hallway.

"House!"

His walking increases trying to get away from her neediness to talk things out. Her will to keep up with him is strong; she halts directly in front of him causing him to cease moving. His angry, annoyed expression is enough for anyone to know better and leave him alone. Cameron persists trying to make everything right between them.

"It was wrong of me to say that to you. I know we could've handled the seizure on our own. The situation got out of control in an instant, we never meant it to go that far."

House twirls his cane gently in the palm of his hand in a small circular motion.

"Abusers never mean it to go that far but they always do."

House side steps around Cameron's slender body causing her to feel like a child with the Flu. He doesn't give the surgery a second thought as he goes back to the one person that makes him feel accepted. Wilson is scribbling something down on a patient's file glancing over a few marked pages.

"Have you diagnosed your patient yet?"

House glances over from all of the little knickknacks on Wilson's desk, his lips make a straight line.

"My kids can't seem to figure out what is wrong with him."

Wilson rolls his eyes.

"You mean you can't."

House answers in an idiotic, childish, mocking voice.

"No, my team hasn't figured it out yet. I know what the sucker has."

Wilson is dumbfounded, it isn't the first time that House has done this to a patient. This strikes Wilson as a little odd, why would House be bragging to him? Why put his patient though hell and unnecessary cruel tests?

"You're torturing this man for your own sick amusement!"

"Not really, I'm just seeing if the kids can figure this one out without daddy's help."

"That's torturing!"

"Doing an experiment is torturing? If so then your Cancer drugs should be illegal."

"My drugs are just fine House. I'm not the one torturing a patient for a game!"

"It's an experiment and I'm not torturing him."

"Whatever you say House."

"Besides if they actually kill this guy it would be their fault. They need to learn how to do things without their daddy bailing them out of trouble every five seconds."

Wilson gives an acknowledged look.

"You'd be a great father."

"Great comeback Wilson."

Wilson rolls his eyes getting sick of House's lame jokes. He figures that he has heard most of House's jokes by now, lately it seems like he has made up even more then usual.

"So you're just going to stay in here until your team figures the diagnosis out?"

"If they figure it out. They've been wrong before they shouldn't take any chances in screwing up this easy case."

"You think everything is easy."

"No just hookers, you, videogames, and kicking puppies. The rest of the stuff is hard work."

"Are you ever going to apologize to her?"

House's mouth curves in a curious grin.

"I doubt the last hooker I had wants an apology for climbing Mt. Greg. She's the one who should be apologizing to me for charging me so damn much."

Wilson gives a questionable yet uneasy stare at House's statement.

"No…I meant Cameron not the hooker."

"Why? Do you think Cameron was the hooker? I'm pretty sure I would've known."

"Are you going to apologize for yelling at her like that?"

"She yelled at me first, It's not my fault her friend was visiting her. She owes me an apology."

"You both need to apologize, maybe it would actually make you feel like a nicer person inside."

"You're always trying to change me, for once in your life can you focus on your own problems and not mine?"

"Shouldn't you be tending to your patient?"

"No, I've already told you that the kids are handling it. At least I hope that's what they are doing, it would be a real shame if they were out partying while they left him here to die."

"A shame? It would be your fault if he died!"

"How many times do we have to go over this Wilson? It would be the kids."

House's pager rings through their sensitive ears like a blow horn at a football game. House musters an annoyed yet satisfied look. Wilson eyes him curiously.

"Kids need my help. I guess that means I'm defiantly going to win daddy of the year."

"You better go tend to your patient or you'll be winning mortician of the year."

"I never saw that coming."

House snickers, leaving Wilson's office slowly behind in the distance making his way to his patient's room.