Disclaimer: Still don't own House.
Author's Note: I love my reviewers! Thank you so much and keep errrr…reviewing!
"Excuse me, Dr…?"
House looked up from his gameboy. He was in the clinic, "treating patients." This one was a middle-age balding, rather heavy man who was looking a bit on the sweaty side.
"House. What do you want? Or do you just take pleasure in taking away the precious time I have with the one thing that I have always depended on. Except that time when the battery ran out in the middle of Level 29. I hate you Fernando!"
"Ok then. Do you plan on treating me?"
House sighed. "What's your problem?"
"Well, for the past six days or so, I've had a fever, been feeling weak, general flu-like symptoms, and my feces have liquefied."
"And by liquefied, I assume you mean diarrhea?"
"You shouldn't assume. You know what happens when you assume. You make an…"
"Well, I don't think we have to assume to get that far."
"Hey!"
"Open your mouth. Not that it's a stretch for you."
"Huh?"
House used a flashlight to see down his patient's mouth. As soon as House identified ulcers residing there, Patient #1 of 16 for the day took this opportunity to cough right in House's face.
He sighed. "How long have you had this cough for?"
"Same amount of time as the symptoms."
"And you didn't feel you should include this when I asked what was wrong?"
"Technically, you never asked what was wrong. You wanted to know what my problem was."
"What's your job?"
"Don't have one."
"Of course you don't. Got any pets?"
"My cat just died. Vet said it was something called tularemia or something. Said I should get tested and so should my other cat, Tinkles."
"You didn't include this either."
"Nope."
"And why was that?"
"You never asked what was wrong."
"Well anyway, it appears that you're dying. I'm going to have to get a consult before I can get the quarantine crew in here though, so you'll have to sit tight while I page another doctor."
"Quarantine crew? Dying? But…how will I say good-bye to my friends and family?"
House looked behind him at the now very sweaty man just as he was about to leave.
"Well, I'm just going to assume that you don't have any friends. And don't you worry; your family won't even miss you."
And on that note, House limped out.
It was a very breathless Cameron that met House outside of Exam Room One twenty-two minutes later.
"What took you so long?"
"The elevator's broken. You know that. Which I guess is the reason why you haven't shown up in the office today."
"That was mean! Wherefore thou so snappy be?"
"Not as mean as making your girlfriend who by the way has just had a major organ removed just a month and a half ago rush down the stairs to attend an emergency consult on her first day back to work since the said event."
"Are you seriously going to make me repeat the Shakespeare lingo again? Can I just ask why you're in such a bad mood?"
"Staircases are hard."
"Ok. I'll see you later. Oh, by the way, the patient inside has tularemia, but he thinks he's dying and so totally contagious, he can't even say good-bye to his own family. Have fun. Love you, bye."
Cameron stood there with her mouth agape at what had just left her "roomie's" lips. Love? Love! Love. He loves me. He loves me and this is how he told me? He loves me and this is how he told me! He loves me and this is how he told me. Wow. Loves me. Me.
Cameron couldn't help herself. She ran down the hall (she had been standing there for five minutes) and chased after House, causing her chest to constrict even more.
"Greg!" she panted.
"Yeah?"
"You told me you loved me!"
"I know."
"You love me!"
"That's a good assumption."
"You…"
Cameron found herself at a loss for words. House took this as rejection and turned dejectedly away.
"Greg? Me too."
House turned back to her. "What?"
"I…I love you too."
Author's Note: Sorry it was so short but a new one's coming soon! And don't get too excited about Cameron getting better, because her medical troubles are far from better. I'll foreshadow and say that things get much better before they get so worse that nobody can fix it no matter what, but House won't be alone.