House, MD III

The three doctors (not including House; he never went to see a patient unless he had to) piled into Katrina's room. Her heart was close to stopping.

"Get the Natizlyic!" Foreman cried to Cameron and Chase.

They quickly wheeled the whitish looking liquid into the room from the closet and put the IV in her arm. There was no affect.

"It's not working," Cried Cameron.

"Duh," a voice said from behind her. It was House.

"What do you mean, 'duh?'" Asked Foreman impatiently. The patient was dieing, after all.

"Natizlyic only works for patients whose heart has stopped for a longer period of time."

"We can't discuss this now!" Foreman said. "Katrina Nielson is dieing and you don't have any valuable information, we're just gonna continue." He looked at Katrina, who was entering a critical stage.

"Is she breathing?" Asked House, hobbling over to her side. Cameron put her ear a few inches above Katrina's mouth, which was hardly open.

"Barely, but she is." She replied. House thought for a second, his brow furrowed.

"Give her some Havalictic and then Sczsh, and tell her to call us tomorrow. He left the room.

Foreman, Chase and Cameron stood staring at each other for a second, then Foreman and Chase ran to find the pills and IV. After they had put in her new IV, and given her the syringe, Katrina began to breath normally. Then, her eyes fluttered open.

"What happened?" She asked. She looked at all three of them, sweat rolling down each of their faces.

"You…you…went into some sort of shock," Chase stuttered. "We're not sure why, or how. But you did."

Katrina was taken aback. "I went into shock?" Chase nodded his head.

"What's the last thing you remember doing?" Cameron asked.

Katrina thought for a second. "Eating what the cafeteria had made today… beans, potatoes and fried chicken."

The doctors left the room silently, and Cameron motioned to one of the nurses, telling her to keep a watch on her every 30 minutes. Now, they were going to do what they always did at times like these…. gather around the dry- erace board.

"Could it be Keiv's Syndrome?" Suggested Foreman. House nodded, as if he was actually about to agree, but then he said, "and while we're at it, we can diagnose all the dogs in the state with hairballs. Though it could happen, it won't happen. Keiv's Syndrome has does have black outs and shock as symptoms, but it also requires the that the patient has boils and that ever active rash on the general location of the infected area." He moved to cross Keiv's Syndrome off the white board list.

"Wait!" Cameron said. "The rash and boils don't appear until at least a week after Keiv's has entered the body. If it hasn't been a week, then she doesn't have a rash. Can't we watch her for a few more days?"

A smile flickered across House's face, but only for a mila-second.

"That's true, dammit," he muttered. "Personally, I wish it could be Keiv's, cuz then we could just tell her to get a good nights rest, but you know those dang insomniacs."

They all got up to leave, but Chase stayed behind. He approached House.

"C'mon, I don't want to miss General Hospital!" The scruffy doctor whined. "Make it quick, or you're gone."

Chase swallowed and said, "I read up on the sort of Shock Katrina expirenced today during lunch." He said.

"Good dog; would you like a treat?"

Chase sighed, "okay, but, it's called Renzadolz's Shock, and it happens when the chemicals from the bacteria combine with some various other chemicals…including the neculous from cells found in…lima beans."

House rolled his eyes… "Your point being…" He checked his watch and began to walk out. "I'm leaving. Tell me tomorrow."

Chase jumped in front of him in the hallway. "NO!" he said, a little too loudly. "You are going to listen to my hypothesis and you are going to like it!"

House stared, "alright, I'll listen, but I won't like it."

"It happened because she ate the beans, and I just…"

"That's what I'm missing General Hospital for? You're bogus hypothisus?"

"It's not bogus! It's real." Chase protested.

He knew House wouldn't like the fact that he held him up with the simple fact he already knew, but he was trying to get on his good side. He had been on his bad side for quite some time and was making an effort to end the one-liners from House; it was getting old.

"A three-year-old could have come up with that." Said House, getting in the elevator. "And besides, I know what you're trying to do."

Chase raised his eyes. "You do?" He said doubtfully.

"You're so readable, like a puppy."

"You like dog analogies, don't you?"

House snorted. "I hate to tell you, but a little of me has gotten on you."

Chase looked at his shoulder, as if House meant he had spit on him accidentally. "You mean…"

"It's true, my dashing good looks?" House said.

They both knew what House meant. Chase was beginning to be sarcastic and cynical, just like House. Of course, he wasn't brilliant like House, and he still had some soul left unlike House, but it was funny that House pointed that out anyways.

As the elevator doors closed, House asked, "so, what's with you and Cameron?"

Chase was thunderstruck. "First of all, I never invade your personal life, so why invade mine?"

House rolled his eyes yet again. "I invade yours because I want to know what having one's like, of course."

But Chase wasn't finished. "And second of all, ME and Cameron? What about YOU and Cameron? It's pretty obvious…"

House interrupted him, "Man this elevator ride is taking forever, isn't it?" At that the doors opened to the main lobby of the Hospital. House left the elevator and went out the doors without a second glance back to the elevator.

Chase rode all the way back down to the MRI room for the next caseload by himself, head in hands. He was more confused than anything, but he had to laugh at House. He was always going to be House, and nobody was gonna to change that. A smart-ass, cynical, crippled, brilliant doctor. And he was just going to live with that. Live it with it, or counter it.