"What's wrong with your guy?" Foremen asked. He threw the blue stress ball in the air with one hand and caught it with the other.
"Spontaneous bleeding of the anus," Chase replied.
Cameron smiled. "You are clearly House's favorite."
"What about you, Foremen? What's yours?"
Foremen tossed to ball to Chase who barely caught it.
"Old lady with a bad cough."
Cameron took a sip of her third cup coffee. She winced at the bitter taste. The three doctors had gathered to the round table at seven o'clock, each examining the files with a manila folder. The clock struck nine.
Chase yawned. "This is pointless. We can't even perform any scans." He pushed his chair from the table in disgust. "How are we supposed to figure these things out when all we have are some clips of fiction."
"Somebody needs a nap," House whined as he walked through the opened door.
Foreman chuckled, stretching his arms to the ceiling.
"Actually doesn't sound like a bad idea," he said. "How 'bout it, Doc? A good night's rest?"
House brought his free hand to his chin in a dramatic pondering pose. "Well, I suppose."
Cameron restlessly paged through her folder. "Damn. I think I left a chart in the lab?"
"What were you doing in the lab," Chase asked.
"Being as realistic as possible I guess. I work better when I'm there." She gathered the remaining papers. "I'll grab them on my way out."
"Wow. She's really taking this thing seriously," Foreman said as she left the room.
House sighed. "Do you think she'd cry if I made her patient die?"
Chase noticed a group of keys resting on the table where Cameron had been. "Her keys. She forgot them," he said. He shrugged, grabbed the keys, and hurried out of the room in pursuit.
"Delivery boy to the rescue," Foreman snickered, flipping down the collar of his own coat. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said as he left.
House turned off the lights and locked the door to the lounge. He had wanted to speak to Cameron again ever since their date last week. He might be able to catch her.
Chase cupped her chin within his hand and brought her face to his. Her lips were soft and pliant underneath his. His other hand reached behind her hand and pulled her hair free. Chase pulled back to admire her.
"You're beautiful, you know that?"
Cameron silently leaned forward and continued their kiss. Her hands staid at her sides, but Chase's roamed to her shoulder and pushed off her lab coat, letting it float to the ground. His body pushed against hers until her hips were against the examination table. His lips lowered to her neck. His fingers traveled up her shirt until the met the cool, smooth skin of her lower back. Cameron swallowed and closed her eyes, purposefully pushing all thoughts from her mind. Chase took hold of Cameron's hips and pulled them against his.
Suddenly aware of what was happening, Cameron quickly brought her hands to Chase's chest and pushed him away.
"What am I doing?" she asked, gathering her lab coat from the cold floor. "What am I thinking?" She hurried to the glass door just as House stepped in.
"Watch it, cripple crossing," House quipped. House suddenly noticed Cameron's loose hair and her lack of either lab or outside coat.
"Dr. Cameron, you should really wear your lab coat at all times when in the hospital," he said softly, looking between the two young doctors. "We can't all be cool rebels like me."