"Hey," Spencer smiled broadly as Jenny's eyes opened slowly. "How are you feeling?"

She smiled ever so slightly, her lips were dried and cracked, "Like crap." She whispered in reply. "What... happened to me? I remember...not being able to breathe then...blacking out..."

"You went into anaphylactic shock," Cameron said from beside Jenny, "You reacted to medication we gave you."

"Do... you know what's wrong with me yet?" Her voice was weak and almost inaudible despite the strong silence in the room.

"We're getting closer," Foreman replied with a small smile, "Your cortisol levels are low, we're going to take a lung biopsy to check for cancer..."

"Cancer?"

"It's just a safety precaution," Chase said, "If you have lung cancer it may have spread to your adrenal gland, which would explain your low cortisol."

"Will...it hurt?"

"We're going to give you a local anaesthetic," Wilson replied, "You won't feel anything."

"I don't... I don't think..." Jenny stumbled over her words.

"Jenny, you have to trust them." Spencer said firmly, "They're good people, Jen..."

The young girl stared at Spencer for a moment, her eyes searching for the trust she craved in her friend, there was a long pause before Jenny took in a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay."

xXx

"Jenny, you're going to feel a slight prick." Wilson stood over the young girl in her surgeon's scrubs and mask. He gently pressed a needle into the chest of the young girl and injected the anaesthetic. "It'll be numb in a few seconds."

"I feel dizzy." Jenny muttered.

"Her BP is getting lower again," Cameron said, "Doctor Wilson-..."

"Can you feel this?" He prodded the skin with his gloved finger.

"No..." Jenny muttered, "I think I'm going to faint again..."

"It'll only take a minute," Wilson took a larger needle and gently pressed it into her skin, drawing back and suctioning a minuscule amount of lung cells into the syringe. "All right. We'll get this tested, you're all done Jenny."

"How do you feel? Still like you're going to faint?" Cameron asked quietly. Jenny could only nod numbly and bite her lower lip. "Okay, we'll get you back to your room so you can rest."

Wilson looked over at Cameron from behind his surgical mask and gave the young doctor a curious look, Cameron could only sigh slightly and shrug her shoulders. As they walked out of the OR and took of their masks, Wilson caught Cameron by the elbow.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She said swiftly as she pulled off her surgical mask and tossed it in the bin. "Why do you ask?"

"You looked a little worried back there."

"Well aren't you? She has a fever to top all fevers, her BP is lowering by the hour and we can't figure out what's wrong."

"Maybe you need to get some rest..." Wilson suggested.

"I can get some rest when she's better and on a bus to New York."

Wilson opened his mouth to ask another question but Cameron was out the door before any sound was able to leave his lips.

xXx

"Well the good news is, she doesn't have lung cancer."

"What's the bad news?" House asked from his seat in his office.

"There... is none," Wilson said, "I thought you'd be glad to know-...you're really the most negative person I've ever met."

"It comes with the territory," House admitted, "So no cancer, great, what other good news could find me today?"

"Well-..."

"I mean, are we even sure she's sick? Maybe this is just some ploy to get drugs."

"I'm trying to decide where exactly you stand on this case because really, you change your opinion of the kid so much... you're like a politician."

"She's an irritating patient."

"She's a kid."

"She's a self-centered, whiney, stuck-up..."

"She's human." Wilson pointed out, "And is scared and probably something else that you aren't telling me. It doesn't matter, she doesn't have lung cancer so that option is out. You're going to need to look somewhere else."

"Great," House muttered, "You know this case is paying for my retirement."

"I hope it's paying for your psychiatric evaluation as," Wilson replied, "From the sounds of it, you'll need it. What did Foreman find out?"

"We're still waiting for the results." House replied, "Honestly, with a whopping amount of money each year and little mints in bowls, you'd think they'd work faster."

"Maybe you should loosen their chains and upgrade to a higher quality leather whip."

"You know that could be taken-..."

"I meant you were slave driving them, I'm not going to keep hanging around if you keep interpreting everything I say as kinky."

"It comes with the territory." House said, "Go on, I'm sure you have clinic duty or something like that."

"And I'm sure you have your General Hospital..."

"Actually GH isn't on for another hour, right now it's old MASH reruns."

"My mistake." Wilson muttered as he left House's office.

House knew Wilson was right, of course he would never admit it. He was torn in this case, his life long philosophy of 'Not Meeting Patients Means Not Having to Care' was being put to the test. He had met her, he had taken pity on her and now he felt as if it was corrupting his own judgement. This would not do and House knew it. The real problem was Jenny's personal life, he knew something had to be done, but unless Jenny had the courage to stand up for herself then she would be forced back into her old life. She wouldn't survive there, not after all this. Either way he had to do something, the question was what.

"Thirteen." He muttered, "Something to do with thirteen years ago."

"She's unconscious again." Cameron said as she walked into House's office, "Fever is picking up, we're going to have to put her in ice soon. There's going to be nerve damage if it gets much higher."

"Thirteen." House said.

"What?"

"Thirteen," He repeated, "Something happened to her thirteen years ago."

"Well what do you want me to do? Is it really relevant?"

"It might be," House replied, "I'm not sure, I won't know until I know what exactly happened."

"So..."

"Wait till she wakes up," House said, "I want you to ask her, try to get her to admit the sexual abuse while you're at it."

"I don't think in her condition it would be right. What if..."

"You worry too much about the 'What if's', you need to start focussing more on the 'What will's'. What will happen if she doesn't tell anyone? Maybe the police will arrest Daniel Corbin but without her testimony it won't matter."

Cameron nodded sadly, "Fine, but I still think it's unsafe."

"Of course it's unsafe." House replied, "I'm all about taking risks."