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"It's rat-bite fever!" she exclaimed. "Streptobacillary, I think." Foreman blinked as all eyes in the room turned to him.

"Uh, yeah," he said. Cameron turned to Cari's parents.

"Is she allergic to penicillin?" she asked.

"Yes, she is," said Cari's mother, Mrs. Wariner. "Will that affect the treatment?"

"It just means that instead of procaine penicillin, we'll have to use erythromycin," responded Foreman.

"But she'll be okay, right?" asked Mr. Wariner.

"She'll be fine," said House. Everyone turned to look at him.

"Oh," said Cameron, "this is Dr. Gregory House." He nodded.

"Yeah. I was just about to give the diagnosis, but I heard someone blurt it out before I got here. Who was it?" he asked, almost accusingly. Jordan stood up.

"I did," she said. House's eyebrows went up and he looked at Jordan.

"You did?" he asked. She nodded.

"Yes, I did," she said, equaling his gaze. House blinked and looked down.

"Foreman, Cameron, start treatment now. I'll be in my office." He turned to the door.

"Okay," said Cameron as he walked out the door.

ooooooo

Foreman, Cameron, and Chase stood talking with Jordan outside Cari's room.

"How do you know so much about all these diseases?" asked Chase incredulously.

"I don't know, I just read a lot of books about them. I have a weird knack for this, that's all." Foreman shrugged.

"Hey, weird or not, this is the second patient you've diagnosed correctly. That's pretty amazing, considering you're only thirteen years old."

"Yeah," said Cameron. "You kind of remind me of House."

Foreman laughed. "Yeah, but your bedside manner is a hell of a lot better than his."

"I heard that," said House, limping up. The three doctors looked at each other. "Oh, come on. It's not like it matters to me. By the way, Chase, Foreman, I need you to come with me." That said, House sauntered off, followed by Foreman and Chase.

Jordan turned to Cameron. "You like him, don't you? Dr. House, I mean." Cameron's face turned slightly red. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"How did you know?" asked Cameron. "You really are just like House. Except for the bedside manner."

"Well this is probably because I'm in middle school. We just know these things," she said with a shrug. Then she glanced at her watch.

"You should probably be going," said Cameron.

"Yeah," said Jordan. She grabbed her backpack and waved. "See you. I'll probably be back tomorrow. Got to check on Cari."

"Bye," called Cameron.

Okay, it's all good, if I got anything wrong, just tell me.