"Absolutely, one hundred percent positive," Chase said, attempting to suppress the grin that threatened to spill over his lips. Foreman faked gagging as the two men rounded the corner at a fast clip, attempting to be less than twenty minutes late for DDX. Pushing the sliding glass door back, Chase and Foreman were relieved, but not surprised to find that House wasn't there. Sitting at her desk, Cameron had her chin propped up on her hand and was staring out into the hallway with a glazed look in her eye. Exchanging glances, Chase and Foreman sat down at the table.
"Seriously... Wilson?" Foreman asked after a moment of silence. Snapping out of her reverie, Cameron looked up, confused. Chase began to laugh uncontrollably, burying his face in his hands. Cameron's confused eyes bounced from Foreman's disgusted face to Chase's shaking body. Finally, she gathered herself.
"What the hell is going on? What's wrong with Wilson?"
"He's got cooties," House's voice answered from his office. Chase stopped laughing immediately and straightened up as House hobbled in.
"35 year old woman, presenting with signs of trichomoniosis. She's also presenting with signs of gonorrhea. Any suggestions?" House asked, after scribbling the symptoms down on the board. They sat in silence for a moment until Foreman spoke.
"Um, treat her for mono and gono?" House shrugged.
"Sounds good for now." Cameron watched House leave, before turning to Chase.
"Chase, what's so damn funny?" House stuck his head around the corner.
"Chase saw daddy kissing Santa Clause," he hummed before closing the door. Cameron sat still, confused for a long minute, before her faced palled with recognition.
"Oh, gross!"