Before he could call out the name of the next patient, he watched as 'Foxy' reached into Crystal's purse and pulled out the now almost empty bottle of vodka. "You can't have drugs or alcohol in the hospital", House managed to say as he pried the bottle of medicine out of Foxy's hand, too stunned to be snarky.

Crystal gave him a wry look. "No drugs in the hospital. Of course not. What an inappropriate place to imbibe medication. I should have realized…" she trailed off, looking pointedly at the jacket pocket where he had just placed the Vicoden bottle.

"I do not use Vicoden to get high. I use it to relieve my pain", an annoyed House said waspishly. He clearly expected her to notice his cane and back down. It was a trick that he used quite often. Most people avoided mentioning or looking at his leg until he brought it to their attention. Then, embarrassed, they stopped bothering him rather quickly.

Crystal looked first at House's leg, then up into his eyes. Aiming a pained look at Foxy, who was practicing her drunken karate in the middle of the waiting room floor, Crystal said, "You use drugs for pain relief? So do I." She uncapped the bottle of vodka and sloshed it around in the bottle, drawing Foxy's attention. "Foxy" she called softly, "look what I've got…"

Foxy tripped back over to her chair happily, draping her arm around Crystal's neck as she sank down onto the chair. "CMeaux, you're the besht friend a gurl ev-a had–hic" Foxy slurred. "Thanksh for lettin me live on your coush all thesje weeks, SheeMoooe…"

Crystal looked back at House pointedly. "I see your point" he said, handing the nearly empty bottle of pills back to ElusiveFox. She beamed up at him happily. "What's the matter with you, SheeMooe?"

"Call me Crystal" CMeaux said. "Nothing's the matter with me, other than the fact that I am tired and sick. Foxy here," she said, directing a glare at Foxy, "Keeps me up late every night with her entertaining posts. And she gave me a computer virus."

"Computer viruses aren't curable by a doctor." He glanced at her swollen, red nose. "Neither is the common cold."

"They aren't? Gee. I thought that there was probably some secret cure that you brilliant doctors were keeping from the general public so you wouldn't have to make all of that money." She started speaking slower, "I know there is nothing you can do for my cold. I'm here with Foxy. She raids my liquor cabinets and then wants to go places. I couldn't unleash her on an unsuspecting public."

House was developing a throbbing headache. He slowly turned toward this 'Foxy' and thumbed through the medical files. "ElusiveFox? Why are you here?"

"I'm hungry", Foxy replied. "Bard said there was something really yummy waiting at the hospital!"

House looked back at Bard, who was jiggling her Jello a little more desperately.

"So you're not sick?" he asked tiredly.

"Nope", Foxy said happily.