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"This isn't making any sense," Chase said, looking through Allison's file again. He, along with Foreman and Wilson, was going over the new stuff that had been recorded and that House had put on the board since Allison's fever seizure. And pretty much everything wasn't fitting into the right places and some things didn't make sense completely.

"You're telling me," Foreman sighed. "We can barely work with this."

House rolled his eyes and turned around from writing on the board. "How many times have I heard that one now?" he asked, swallowing down two Vicodin pills. "It's getting old, and really fast, Foreman, change your style."

Foreman rolled his eyes this time and disregarded the statement. "What I meant was that we have all these symptoms, but no idea of any kind of what they could possibly lead to..." he pointed to the board.

But, House seemed to be thinking hard, and was coming around. "Think this could be neurogical?"

"Don't see why not," Chase shrugged. "She was twitching in the hands, legs, and arms, right?"

"Yes, but it was also impact from the seizure," Wilson was thinking ahead, too. "People are always twitching and shaking during a seizure."

House raised his cane in a sort of victory. "Point for Wilson! Anybody else?" he looked around expectantly, but when nobody else said a word, he took the chance. "I want a MRI of her head."

Chase, Foreman, and Wilson all looked utterly confused. "We're talking about neurological stuff. Nothing in the head area whatsoever," Wilson said. "Have you lost it completely?"

House rolled his eyes yet again. "Just do it! I want all three of you in charge of it."

With completely confused looks, Wilson, Chase, and Foreman did exactly what House ordered while House himself stood staring yet again at the board, trying to see if he could peice anything together...


"Cameron, stop moving, please," Chase said for the hundredth time.

"I--I can't. I can't--control it..." Allison stuttered.

Chase looked tireingly again at Wilson and Foreman. "Why's her voice shaking like that?" Foreman wondered aloud. "Seems like her neck would have to be twitching, too, to do that."

"Call House," Chase droned, obviously getting tired of dealing with Allison's not being able to stand still for the past hour like everybody else. "If it's anybody who can get somebody to sit still, it's him," he muttered.

Wilson left and came back five moments later with House. "What's the problem now?" he asked.

"She won't stay still. We've been trying for almost over an hour," Foreman explained, watching Allison's feet twitching vigorously, and not seeming to stop any time soon.

House sighed and muttered something none of them could hear and pressed the intercom button. "Allison, stop moving."

"I can't!" she protested louder. "It's--un-un-uncontrollab--le..."

House looked confused. "Why is she talking like that? Pull her out!" he ordered, looking at Chase.

With a sigh, Chase pulled the bed Allison was laying on out of the machine so all of them could see her. House squinted slightly to get a better look at her and noticed that her head was now shaking uncontrollably as well.

Foreman smirked and let out a chuckle. "Well, now we know the answer to that question," he said, looking at Chase, who handed over five bucks. "Fine," he said. "You win."

"What, you two betting on her now?" House asked, pretending to be apalled. "Next one, I call," he smirked, before leaving and going down below where Allison was. Chase and Foreman just shook their heads.

He stopped next to her and just watched her twitch. He looked at her eyes and saw the one thing that he'd never seen in Allison Cameron's eyes: fear and a lost of all hope. Out of nowhere, she asked, "Am--Am I going to--get better?"

House wanted to tell her yes...that everything was going to be set right and he could help her and save her. He wanted to tell her that this was all a nightmare and that she'd wake up in due time. He wanted to tell her so many things that he knew weren't true. "I don't know, Cameron. I really don't."

Tears started leaking out of her eyes as her twitching increased. "You--you don't know--what's--w-r--wrong?"

House wiped her tears away with his thumb. "Don't cry, Ally. You're gonna break my heart," he added with a smirk.

Allison smiled. "You---it's been---a-a-while since--since you called me--Ally."

"I know..." House looked away from her and took out a syringe with a needle. "Sorry, Ally, but I need this test. I'm gonna have to sedate you to get those results, okay?" he asked her, sticking it into her IV line.

"O--okay..." Allison stammered. "W--Will--will you be able to---find out---w-what's wrong with m--m-e?" she asked, feeling herself suddenly drift into haziness and slight drowsiness.

"Well, we're hoping to," House told her. "But--we're working with what we've got so far," he stopped and watch her slowly drift into a sleep. "And it isn't much..."


Sorry it's short, but I'm at my Gramma's, and yadda yadd, family problems! AI!

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