I accidentally deleted the grand finale (oops!) so I had to redo it:

I'll disclaim the song at the end of the chapter.

Cameron ventured into the meeting room after the moment of self pity to see Foreman, Cuddy, Wilson, House, Chase and even Vogler all standing around.

"What are you all doing here? Did I do something wrong?" she began, worried for herself.

"Not you. I'm going to stop this medical maddness (hey! That's the title!)once and for all!" Vogler stomped his foot and banged his fist on the table so hard it cracked.

"You're paying for that." Cuddy crossed her arms and nodded to the table. Before Vogler had a chance to argue about how it wasn't his fault that the table was so cheap and easily broken, the disco ball dropped from the ceiling and music began to grow louder and louder. Vogler looked around panicked and ran out of the room, to the desk, and quit. The rest weren't so lucky as the lights turned off and flickered back on.

All the men were wearing white disco suits that glittered and the two women wore long, white, glittering dresses. Even House's cane had changed to white and sparkly.

"Aw, shit." cursed House as the music grew to its loudest and they started to sing. . .

EVERYONE: You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen

WILSON AND HOUSE: Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a king

FOREMAN AND CHASE: Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music's high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...

EVERYONE: You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen

CUDDY AND CAMERON: You're a teaser, you turn 'em on
Leave them burning and then you're gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...

EVERYONE: You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen (they all end in the same position hands up in the air, faces to the "sky". Large pieces of silver confetti fall from nowhere in particular and sparks burst from the floor.)

All six of them looked at each other, still dressed in the costumes.

"Uh . . . See you tomorrow!" everyone said at the same time and squeezed through the door, finally running off in different directions.

"Dancing Queen" belongs to ABBA . . . there I said it!