Disclaimer: Still not mine. Still not mine. Still not mine. If you think it's mine, you're wrong. It's still not mine.
The team read the symptoms off the board.
"Fever, vomiting, chills, headache," House said. Chase rolled his eyes.
"Sounds a little like the flu," he said sarcastically. House pointed his cane at Chase.
"Hey," he said, "that sarcasm bit's mine." He turned to the rest of his team. "Any other brilliant suggestions?"
Foreman shrugged. "It does sound a lot like the flu." House looked at Cameron, who had her brow furrowed, thinking.
"Did I forget to mention the rash on her hands and feet and the pain in her back and joints?" he asked. Chase snorted.
"Fine," he said. "She has the flu and something else to cause the rash? And the back and joint pain, that could be anything." House stopped him from speaking.
"Fine," he said. "Give her two aspirin and have her call in the morning." He turned and limped back to his office. "But if you think of anything more deadly, and I do mean anything, you should keep her here. Just in case," he called over his shoulder. Cameron shook her head. Where have I seen that combination before? She thought.
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That evening, Jordan got home from her piano lesson and fell down on the couch. Robyn walked in.
"Hey," said Jordan. Robyn nodded.
"I have my follow-up tomorrow. I can give you a ride home from school if you'd like. It's right on my way to the hospital." Jordan's expression brightened.
"Can I come? I like the hospital!" Robyn made a face.
"Of course you do, you weren't the one laid up in bed for a week and a half," she responded. "Sure, though. Maybe you can talk to Dr. Cameron, since you two get along so well."
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Cameron sat staring at the whiteboard the next day. She had read about this before, she knew it, but she couldn't remember where or what it was. Sighing, she checked her watch. It was time for Robyn's follow-up.