A/N: Ok just a quick warning before you read, if Cameron seems out of character just remember she's pregnant! Poor lady has pregnancy hormones, so if she seems insanely perky or weird it was all done on purpose. If anyone else seems OOC or anything else is off please let me know, I haven't updated in a while and I need to get back into it!

Chapter: 8. Blame The Squirrels

At the most I'm a glare,
I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.
I'm the open sign that's always busted.
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.
-Something Pretty, Patrick Park

A few short seconds after Roger had exited House piped up, "Since when do you care what people think?"

"Oh I don't, I just don't want a bunch of men in white lab coats chasing me around town with big butterfly nets trying to catch me and send me back to the asylum!" Angie spat out quickly and sounded like she actually considered this a potential threat.

"I don't think you'll need to worry about that…at least not for a while." James Wilson said stepping into the room and standing next to his friend.

"Why do you people keep coming into my room? What is so exciting about this hospital room? Is there some super secret surprise or invisible squirrels or something?" Angie squinted her eyes and leaned forward.

"Umm…no, but you're here." Wilson offered, receiving a disappointed look from the girl.

"Aw, I'm boring…I wish it was squirrels…I like squirrels." Angie sunk down into the sheets and looked like she was attempting to hide beneath the covers. "I don't see any squirrels." Angela giggled to herself.

"Well I don't think you'd be seeing any invisible squirrels." Cameron explained wearing a big grin. Angie sat up in bed and cocked and eyebrow, contemplating what Cameron had just told her. Allison leaned over to House, "What kind of drugs do they have her on?"

Twenty-five minutes later Roger had come back with a pair of jeans and a long sleeve navy shirt. They signed whatever forms they needed, called Angela's grandmother and started driving home.

"How are you?"

"Umm…I'm fine, how are you?" Angie said turning to her father.

"Well I'm alright, I guess, but I meant, how do you feel?" Roger sighed and just stared straight down at the empty road.

"I feel fine." Angie said firmly, she was frustrated.

"You aren't fine Angela, you were just in the hospital, so tell me how you're feeling."

She sighed and looked toward the sky wishing something would just swallow her whole. She falls off a stupid stool once and everybody changes their attitude towards her and pays so much more attention now. "You know this has all been blown way out of proportion. It's just a small cough and a little bump on the head. You guys seem to be acting like you're going to stamp 'fragile' on my forehead and put padding on my walls. This is all no big deal whatsoever."

House had just bitten into a great sandwich and sat down to watch 'General Hospital' when his cheery fiancée bounced into the room.

"Hey." House said spitting out a few crumbs.

"Hi! Want to go shopping with me later? We can pick out a tux, dress, bridesmaid dresses, and flowers and then after that we can pick out the place for the ceremony and then we can start on a guest list!" She smiled and clapped her hands excitedly.

House just looked at her hoping his expression could answer for him; he looked like he was either going to burst out laughing or burst into tears. He was saved from having to decide between the two when he heard a knock at the door. Cameron was closer, but House rushed over and opened the door before she could reach it. For a cripple he was quick when he needed to be.

"Hello mister." Angela greeted her uncle and pushed past him into the living room.

"Hey, what are you doing here? You should be in bed nursing that cold and concussion combo of yours." House scolded her with a frown, closing the door.

"Oh probably, but I thought it's such a nice day why waste it inside when I can go about town running errands. Nothing gets you better quicker than work…actually that's a big lie, but it convinced my dear stepmother. I came to return the key you lent me a few days ago." She paced about the room looking at the books and few pictures her uncle had displayed in the living room, things she'd seen many times before.

"If you had a key why'd you knock?" Cameron curiously asked.

"I was just being polite I suppose." Angie stated softly, looking at Allison.

"I don't want to nag, I could easily leave that to your dad and grandma, but you need to be at home resting, taking medicine, drinking fluids and all those fun things sick people have to do." House said talking down to her like he did when she was much younger.

"I'm not sick!" Angie snapped, and seeing the aggravated, disbelieving look on both House and Cameron's faces, she repeated her weak argument. "I'm not sick!"

"Could've fooled me." House scoffed with a mild shake of his head.

"Oh well yippy Skippy all's good now that I've fooled the unfoolable Gregory House." She replied flatly, with just a touch of sarcasm in her voice.

"Why are you doing this, huh? You're out of the hospital now, you got your way, but if you don't take care of yourself you'll end up right back in the hospital, worse off. Is that really what you want?" House hated having to be the logical voice of reason for others, but if he could help it he wouldn't have his niece fall down some road to self-destruction.

"No, ok you happy? I don't want to end up in the hospital. I had thought that fact was crystal clear, but it doesn't hurt to clarify such things." Angie rolled her eyes and left the house.

House sighed in frustration and leaned against the door. Cameron was just looking down at her toes; neither knew what to say about the situation.

"Well…she's certainly unpredictable." House laughed, Cameron could certainly break any ice.

"Yes she is, I'm just not sure if that's such a good thing right now, I want to know what's going on in her head." House sighed and hobbled over to the couch. A few minutes later, breaking an uncomfortable silence, the phone rang. House picked it up and was rather shocked to hear who was on the other end.