Since I had this story already pre-written up to this chapter, I figured that I'd give it earlier. Kay?

Thanks to my first reviewer: oakchibee0106


Greg House was good at two things: solving medical mysteries, and figuring out people and their personalities. In this case, it would be both.

After driving his Honda motorcycle top speed to Allison's apartment, he trudged up the stairs, dragging his bum leg along with him.

When House reached the second flight of stairs, it was there that he found an unconscious Allison Cameron laying on the stairs.

Greg stood in front of her, twirling his walking cane in one hand. "And here she is…still as lovely and energetic as ever…."


Doctor James Wilson rolled his eyes when he saw that it was House calling him on his cell. He absentmindedly flipped it open. "What's the problem?"

"What? No, 'Hello, how are you'? What a rude way to answer the phone, Wilson," House said.

Wilson sighed and played with his pen. "Are you going to just waste my time or tell me something worth my while? Because I will hang up on you."

"Ouch my feelings! And if you weren't such a smart-aleck, you'd figure out that this is something worth everybody's while. Why else would I bug you?" House stopped to let that all sink in before continuing on with, "Get Chase and Foreman over here with an ambulance. NOW."

"Hold on--where and more importantly WHY?" Wilson asked.

"I'm at an apartment of a certain co-worker and she's un conscious on the second flight of stairs of the building. Are you finished?" House questioned impatiently.

"Cuddy?"
House rolled his eyes. "If you'd at LEAST step out of your office for more than a second, you'd have figured out that Cuddy's at the hospital WORKING. Now, again, I say, are you FINISHED?"

"Cameron?" Wilson pressed.

Greg sighed, clearly frustrated now, "YES! NOW GET THAT AMBULANCE HERE!"

With no more questions asked, Wilson hung up the phone and raced off to find Chase and Foreman, and an available ambulance…


House struggled under the weight of Allison, who was half-slung over his good side. He tried waking her several times without any luck.

When he reached the first flight of stair, he sat down and laid her head on his good leg.

And within moments, an ambulance turned up with Wilson, Chase, and Foreman, and loaded Allison on a stretcher. But as soon as she got on, she woke up, screaming and fighting Wilson, Chase and Foreman to get free.

House dropped his cane instantly and held her arms down quite forcibly and tried to talk some sense into her. "Allison!"

"NO! LET ME GO! NOW!" Allison shrieked, tears streaming down her face, trying to kick and hit as hard as she could.

Chase and Foreman were holding her legs down while Wilson was trying to tie them down to avoid any more injuries.

House tried again, pressing just a little harder as she tried to squirm her hands out to take a strike at him, to talk some sense into her. "CAMERON! Listen to me!"

"NO! STOP IT! LET ME GO!" Allison screamed, trying to pry her legs out of the restraints Wilson had successfully put on.

Greg gritted his teeth, in an attempt to keep hanging onto her. "Wilson! Her arms!"

"But--"

"NOW!"

Wilson worked quickly, Allison was screaming the whole time. "We should let her thrash-tire her out," he suggested.

"No--wait. I think she's tired out," House slowly let go of Allison, who was indeed calm and breathing normally, as if nothing had just happened. "Allison? Can you hear me?" House tried to make some sort of notion that she was conscious in a normal sense.

"Yes…" she looked at him oddly. "Who are you?"


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