Disclaimer: Still not mine. Still not mine. Still not mine. If you think it's mine, you're wrong. It's still not mine.
Jordan came back to the hospital the next afternoon. She entered the area near the clinic and scanned the room. Then she saw the person she was looking for. Her face lit up.
"Dr. Cameron!" she said. Cameron smiled vaguely at her.
"Hi Jordan, sorry, I'm kind of busy right now..."
"Oh, it's okay, I just wanted to give you this," she said, handing Cameron a wrapped package. Then she shrugged. "I already gave Dr. Foreman and Dr. Chase theirs. It's just a small thank-you from me." Cameron smiled.
"It's nice to know my work is appreciated." Cameron paused. "Hey, you were right about that guy yesterday, he had acute laryngitis. How did you know?"
"I've been studying," Jordan replied simply. "I have a real knack for remembering diseases and cures...just my weird little quirk, I guess." She waved. "See ya."
Cameron walked into their meeting room. Chase and Foreman were already there. The only person missing was House.
"Hey, you got one too?" asked Foreman, indicating the box. Cameron shrugged.
"Haven't opened it yet," she replied. She sat down, carefully opening the wrapping paper and folding it up. She paused. It was a velvet-covered box. When she opened it, she was astonished.
Inside the box was a beautifully crafted pen. It was coated in mother-of-pearl and had engraved upon it "Dr. Allison Cameron". Inside the box, imprinted in gold letters, was written, "To Dr. Allison Cameron for Helping to Save Robyn Kaufmann's life." Chase and Foreman held up their pens.
"She said a small gift," gasped Cameron. "This couldn't have been cheap..."
Suddenly House walked in. Cameron noticed a small box protruding from his coat pocket. He had gotten one too.
He went up to the whiteboard and began to write.
When he finished, he turned to face them. "New patient," he said.