I was watching House the other night and I saw them use the rat-bite fever! It made me so happy that I decided to write again. Sorry it took so long, but I just couldn't figure out how to make this work.

PS – you know it's not mine. If you try to sue me, you'll just wind up with a very fat cat and approximately $4.32, even though I've already said that it's not mine.

"Ross? You're joking, right?"

"Would I lie about something like this?"

"Knowing you, you might."

"I think that it's you that you're thinking about."

Jordan slumped in her chair.

"You're absolutely sure?"

"Again, would I lie about this?"

With a sigh, Jordan heaved herself from her chair. "I have to go," she said, "I have a project due tomorrow that I need to tweak. I'll be back tomorrow."

"Bye," called Cari as the door slid shut.

ooooooo

Jordan was rattled. When wasn't she, though? Quickly walking down the hall, she passed Ross's room. This caused her to increase her speed even more. She almost hit the door running.

She took a deep breath. It was okay. Now she was outside; now she could breathe; now she could think. She had heard people saying in the halls that the accident victims were from the nearby high school. At the time, she had dismissed this, thinking that she would not possibly know this person; she was still in middle school. Now, however, the pieces were falling into place. She took a deep breath. There was no analyzing to be done here, since the doctors already knew what was wrong with the kid. Nevertheless, she could not stop thinking about it. Ross. Ross. Just the name made her feel funny. She decided to go home and sleep; maybe it would make her feel better.

ooooooo

Cameron had no idea why she was working with Ross Mead, the car crash victim. Nonetheless, she did as she always did, making him feel comfortable and cared for. She came in to check that his IV's were running properly. He was awake now, which was a good thing; he was also talking and observing things. Foreman said this was a very good thing. It meant that there had been no obviously permanent damage to his head.

When Jordan walked in the next afternoon, Cameron waved.

"Hey Jordan," she said. "Coming to visit Cari? She's being discharged today, you know."

"I know," said Jordan brightly. I just thought I'd come keep her company. Where are you off to?"

"Just checking up on a patient." The two began walking down the hall. "How's school?"

"Better. I woke up this morning and my mind felt a lot clearer. I'm just happy today. Don't know why, either." Cameron shrugged.

"It's not a bad thing," she commented, sliding open a door.

"Yeah," replied Jordan, following her in. "Oops! I didn't realize I'd just followed you into a –" Jordan stopped talking and stared blankly at the person in the bed. Then she closed her eyes. A pounding headache had just begun to batter at her temples. Quickly she turned to leave. Cameron looked puzzled as the door slid shut behind Jordan.

"Hey," said Ross, "I know her. She was in orchestra with me last year."