Cameron looked at Mandy, "Don't you want to know what caused you to have those symptoms?"
"No as long as I feel better then I don't care." Mandy told her grabbing her clothes from the closet.
Cameron darted over to the bathroom door and blocked it from Mandy, "I think you should stay until you know you are okay. We could stop the medication and if you still feel better then you can go home and I'll feel better knowing that it wasn't the medication that we gave you."
"I don't want to stay here unless I absolutely have to and since I feel better I feel confident that I will survive at home. And if I start to have problems I promise I'll call you." Mandy told her, "Now if you don't mind get out of my way so I can get ready to go."
"You see I can't let you do that." Cameron informed her.
"Oh, but I think you can." Mandy laughed as the door opened and three doctors that she recognized immediately walked in.
"Get back in bed." Dr. House ordered her.
"No, I'm going home and you can't stop me." Mandy argued.
"Oh, but this little court order here tells me I can." Dr. House smiled.
"Wh…what court order?" she asked reaching for it.
"This one." House told her handing it out.
Mandy glanced at it and looked up at House, "It says I'm not capable of making decisions, since when am I not capable of making decisions?" she asked.
"Since this court order was issued." House informed her.
"Well, I am not capable of making decisions and I am going home whether you have that court order or not." Mandy determinedly said.
"We can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way, the choice is in your hands." Chase told her.
"The easy way or the hard way?" Mandy asked.
"You either can get in bed and take your tests like a good little girl or we can carry you kicking and screaming over there and restrain you, you have about two minutes to make your decision." House informed her.
"Why two minutes?" Mandy asked curiously.
"Because in six minutes General Hospital comes on. That gives you two minutes to make a decision, it gives us two minutes to restrain you if you choose the hard way, and it gives me two minutes to get back to my office in time for the show to just be coming on." House told her.
"I. . . I. . .well," Mandy said, not knowing what to say.
"Well come on spill it out," House told her impatiently.
"Well. . .I guess I have no choice," she huffed.
"That's a good girl, now go back to your bed and they'll get your test ready." House told her walking out of the room.
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Cameron got the lumbar puncture kit ready and looked at Mandy, "I need you to roll on your side."
"You're not going to stick me with that thing." Mandy replied.
"Oh come on, it's not that bad." Chase reassured her.
"Not, that bad, have you taken a look at that needle lately?" Mandy asked unbelievingly.
"Don't make me have Foreman go and get House he will be extremely upset if you interrupt his General Hospital." Chase told her.
"I really don't like that man." Mandy said as she shot him a disgusted look and rolled over to her side.
"Thank-you." Chase laughed.
"You're not welcome." Mandy told him.
"This is gonna hurt a little, I need you to tuck your knees in." Cameron told her.
Cameron pushed the needle through Mandy's back and she instantly started yelling, "Ouuuuuch, that hurts."
"Well yeah it's gonna hurt," Chase said holding his hand out, "Squeeze my hand."
"Why do I have to do this . . .anyway?" she asked wincing and squeezing Chases' hand as Cameron pushed in needle in further.
"Because we are trying to figure out what exactly you have," Chase answered.
"I thought you already figured that out because the medicine you gave me worked," she asked looking confused.
"Like we said Dr. House was. . . was just wrong," Cameron told her looking at Chase.
Cameron finally pulled the huge needle out of Mandy's back with complaints from Mandy the whole time. Chase tried to calm her down and helped roll her back to her side.
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Cameron walked into the lab and was pleased to see that Chase was alone, "What are you doing in here?"
Chase heard a voice and turned around to see Cameron, "I'm waiting for the blood test." he answered.
"We need to talk..." Cameron began again.
"What about, I don't think there is anything to talk about." Chase answered.
"Nothing to talk about? What about our feelings for each other." Cameron suggested.
There was an awkward silence as Chase processed what she had said, "What feelings are you referring to?" Chase finally asked.
"That kiss it meant something to you, right?" Cameron asked.
"No, Cameron it didn't mean anything to me, we got drunk...that's it. We shared one kiss that's all that happened. I didn't propose to you, we didn't have sex, and we didn't agree to be boyfriend and girlfriend, as far as I'm concerned there is nothing to talk about." Chase answered honestly.
"Oh...I thought...never mind." Cameron stammered walking out.
Cameron felt the tears welling up in her eyes and tried to hold them back at least until she got out of site of Chase. She couldn't believe that kiss meant nothing to him. Her kisses didn't mean anything to anybody. She started running down the hall. Doctors and nurses couldn't help but stare.
She finally slowed down and noticed she was five feet away from House's office. She shook her head. She wasn't going to go in there. He probably wasn't even in there she argued with herself until she saw Foreman coming down the hall and then she darted into his office. He was probably off hiding from Cuddy to get away from doing clinic duty anyway.
She stepped into the office and heard House say, "General Hospital it still on."
"Oh, yeah, sorry, I'll just go." Cameron told him hoping to get out before he seen her.
House heard how upset she was and quickly looked up, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing is the matter." Cameron answered.
"Well, lets see your lip is trembling, your hand is shaking, and your eyes are opening and shutting furiously. Something is the matter, tell me." House ordered.
"As I've already said nothing is the matter." Cameron stated.
"And as I've always said everybody lies." House told her.
"Chase doesn't have feelings for me." Cameron spat out.
"Oh, I see." House said not knowing what to say.
"We...we kissed last night and he said it didn't mean anything to him." Cameron cried now letting her tears fall freely.
"Cameron, I'm sorry." House apologized.
"Nobody likes me. I'm going to grow old and be by myself just like you." Cameron sobbed.
"That's not true." House argued.
"It is to." Cameron cried.
"I'm sure somebody likes you." House assured her.
"Do you like me?" Cameron asked.
"Cameron we've been through this before." House began not wanting to tell her no and make her more upset.
"House I need to know do you like me?" Cameron asked him.
"Cameron I don't even like myself." House answered still trying to avoid the question.
"I'm going home." Cameron informed him as she turned and walked out of the room.
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She ran out of the hospital and to her car. She couldn't take the fact that nobody loved her. She started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. She was furious. Not just furious at Chase or House, but the whole world.
She was driving mindlessly. Not knowing where she was going or how she was getting there. She stopped at a red light and looked into the cars around her. Everyone seemed so happy. How could they be so happy when she was so depressed so unloved? Did anybody care?
Her eyes were blurry but she continued to drive not wanting to stop not wanting to remember what had happened just moments ago. She saw the light turn red and she stopped waiting for it to turn green. She opened all of the windows to let some fresh air in. The light turned green and she pressed on the gas a lot harder than she should have, thinking she could get through the next light before it turned red. She felt the air whip at her face and smelled the sweet scent of near by flowers. Then she saw the light it had turned red, but it was too late she saw the lights from the car and heard the sound of the car horn. Then the unmistakable sound of metal clashing with metal came right before she fell into unconsciousness.