Title: Days Go By

Summery: Cameron and House face off again, part 2!
Spoilers: Up until "Control"
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13
Disclaimer: You know I don't own it! I play.

Author's Note: All of your reviews gave me warm fuzzies inside! Thanks so much!

To neptuneskiff: I know what you mean about the emails! I love the little ones that tell me you have a review! LOL

To CherokeeLaday and Katie: So sorry to hear about your migraines! Hope you both don't suffer too much! Take care of yourselves!

In The Clinic

How could he not have seen it? Looking at her sitting on the exam table, he saw how her eyes were sunken in surrounded by circles, the paleness of her skin, the hunch of her shoulders.

"What?" Cameron asked as House stared at her. "Going to fire me now?"

"How long have you been like this," he asked, ignoring her.

"Been like what?"

"How long have you been feeling ill?"

"I've had a migraine for a few days. That's all."

"What about the aches?"
She stared at him. "How did you know—"

"You're all hunched up. You are obviously trying to find a position that doesn't hurt."

"It's just pain radiating from the migraine."

"And the queasiness?"

"Migraine."

"Do you run a fever with a migraine?"

"Fever?"

"Cameron, your wrist was burning up when I grabbed it. So was your arm and face."

"Well, in some cases—"

House cut her off. "It's highly unlikely and extremely uncommon that a migraine would cause a fever." He walked over to the counter and rummaged through a drawer. "Hold still," he commanded, brandishing the tympanic thermometer.

BEEP

"So you mean to tell me," he continued, "that your migraine is causing you to spike a 102.3 degree fever."

Cameron closed her eyes and sighed. She had never even bothered to check her temperature.
"When was the last time you ate?"

Thinking for a second, she said, "I had some tea and toast this morning."

"I meant real food."

She looked at her feet swinging off the side of the table. "Monday morning before I came in."

"And we know where that wound up."

"Ha ha."

"It wasn't meant to be funny."

"Look, Dr. House," she said getting up off the table. "I'll be fine. I probably just picked up a bug from a patient. I haven't been sleeping much, and I have been swamped here. I'm just run down."

"That 'bug' you picked up happens to be a nice case of influenza."

Cameron scoffed. "I don't have the flu. I have a cold."

"Aches, nausea, loss of appetite, fever, and congestion." She gave him the evil eye. "What? You sounded stuffy."

"I feel okay," she insisted one more time.

"Give it another day, and when you start hacking up a lung, then you can tell me how 'fine' you feel."

"Can I go now?"

"Yes, You can go home and actually take care of yourself," he said, getting up and opening the door, " or I will admit you to this hospital. Your choice." House closed the door behind him.

A/N: Flu symptoms can include:

Fever of 100 °F(37.8 °C) to 104 °F(40 °C), which can reach 106 °F(41.1 °C) when symptoms first develop.

Shaking chills.

Body aches and muscle pain (often severe), commonly in the back, arms, or legs.

Headache.

Pain when you move your eyes.

Fatigue, a general feeling of sickness (malaise), and loss of appetite.

A dry cough, runny nose, and a dry or sore throat.

Nausea and/or vomiting.