House walked around his office hoping Cameron was doing okay in surgery and also trying to figure out what was wrong with Mandy. House picked up Mandy's medical file for the umpteenth time, and popped two Vicodin into his mouth hoping Mandy's illness would pop out at him. She had had the flu two years ago, strep throat at least three times, and her psychiatrist had put her on Wellbutrin for depression. None of it made since, it did not fit. He scanned down the list once again and noticed Wellbutrin was not on Mandy's list of medicine that she took on a regular basis. Cameron had specifically asked her that why would she lie about it? Everyone had some kind of depression it was nothing to be ashamed of.

He walked to Mandy's room and looked at her sitting up in bed with Chase and Foreman talking to her. "You take Wellbutrin?" he asked her.

"No." Mandy answered.

"Well, it says right here your psychiatrist put you on it almost two years ago for depression." House informed her pointing to her chart.

"He did and three weeks ago he took me off of it because I had shown signs of improvement." Mandy told him.

"You lied, don't you see what you've been going through this whole time is Wellbutrin withdrawal?" House asked incredulously" That doesn't explain why she got better and then worse." Chase argued.

"She has to have a stash around here somewhere." House told them going to the closet and throwing everything out one by one.

"House what are you doing?" Foreman asked him.

"I'm looking, unless you have a better idea." House told him.

"House I know you are worried about Cameron we all are. But you are going a little too far." Foreman told him putting a hand on his shoulder.

"No, it's got to be around here somewhere." he said pulling the last of the articles from the closet out.

He looked around the room searching for other hiding places but unable to find anything turned around, "Sorry I think I'll just go to my office." he told them stalking off.

"Sorry bout him he's just a little upset." Chase smiled to her.

Foreman nodded to Mandy and ran out into the hall, "House what were you thinking you just made a complete fool out of yourself."

"No, what I did was try to prove a point." House told him.

"What point besides accusing her of being addicted to a drug that she isn't." Foreman said looking at him directly in the eyes.

"Who says she wasn't, I mean isn't? Has she had any visitors?" House asked returning the stare.

"Yeah her boyfriend he brought her a teddy bear...What does this have anything to do with this?" Foreman asked.

"She could have had him bring in a pill." House informed him.

"If you're looking for someone who is addicted to drugs, you need to look in the mirror." Foreman told him walking away.

"The only difference is...I'm in pain." House called back, looking at his leg.

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Dr. Gilson looked down at his newest patient, she had been hurt seriously in the accident. The nurse looked at him, "What are her chances?" she asked him.

"I'd say fifty fifty." he sighed wishing he had better news.

"How is she doing?" he heard a voice ask and looked up to see Cuddy standing in the adjoining room where doctors could observe what was happening.

"Okay, for now...well not okay, but stable." he answered still trying to fix the torn aorta.

"How much longer are you going to be in there?" Cuddy asked hoping it would not be too much longer.

"I don't know, it's gonna be awhile." Dr. Gilson answered yet another question.

"But she'll be alright?" Cuddy asked.

Dr. Gilson looked up at her, "I...I don't know. She went without oxygen for awhile, if she does make it through this there is a possibility that she'll be brain dead." he answered solemnly.

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House walked downstairs to the clinic. He had to get his mind off of Cameron some how, so he thought that the clinic was the best way, even though he hated it with a passion.

As House reached the clinic he saw that it was full of people as it usually was. And he immediately regretted his decision. Most of the people who he glanced at was wiping their noses and rubbing their eyes, no doubt that allergy season had begun.

He went up to the front desk and looked at the nurse, "I need a chart."

The nurse looked at him quite surprised but nonetheless handed him a chart.

A boy and his mother walked over to House when he called there names. "Have a seat," House told them completely annoyed already.

The boy sat down on the exam table and the mother sat in a chair next to him. "Okay, what's wrong?" House asked looking at the little boy and then to his mother waiting for someone to answer.

"Go on, Tommy, answer the doctor." the mom coaxed him.

The little boy puckered his lip and looked down to hid feet completely avoiding eye contact with his mother and the mean old man with the cane.

His mother sighed looking at her son, "He has a stomach ache, a fever, and body aches. I think he has some form of the flu," she told him looking very worried that something was seriously wrong with her son.

"Oh." House said checking the boy's heart and looking at his ears and throat. What did this lady come here for if she already knew what was wrong with him? Why did she waste my time? And most importantly why did I come down here voluntarily?

The mother looked at him, "Dr. will he be okay?"

"He'll be fine, he has a virus, it will have to run its course get him some Pedialite and take him home." House ordered walking out.

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House was not going to spend his day in the clinic, he had to escape somewhere. He would just have to sneak up to his office. Who was he kidding thinking he would be able to stand a day in the clinic.

He went back up to the desk and placed Tommy's clipboard on it. House looked behind the desk to see who was there and he found Cuddy talking to another nurse. She hadn't seen him yet and she wasn't going to either if he had something to say about it.

He started to tip-toe down the hall and just when he had thought he had escaped he heard someone yell his name, "House, House." he groaned, he didn't want to turn around he knew it was Cuddy and everything that she would want to talk about would not interest at all. He looked up and realized he had stopped in the middle of the hallway while debating whether he should turn around or not and she had caught up with him. Too late, he was trapped.

"What are you doing down here in the clinic?" she asked completely shocked, this was the last place she would've expected him to be.

"I. . . I have no idea," House answered honestly.

"Well I'm glad to see that you finally take your clinic duty responsibly," she said giving him a big smile, in which House returned a weaker one.

"How's Cameron?" he asked.

"We don't know yet if she survives the surgery she may have brain damage, it's going to be wait and see." Cuddy answered looking at her feet.

"What are her chances?" House asked feeling rather nauseous.

"Fifty fifty at the most." Cuddy answered still not finding enough courage to look into his eyes.

"Who's the surgeon?" House asked.

"Dr. Gilson, he's our best surgeon we have." Cuddy sighed.

"But he might not be good enough to save her life." House said.

"House lets' not think negatively, if anyone can save her I think he can." Cuddy answered hoping to show him her faith in Dr. Gilson.

"I'm sure you would, but I wouldn't." House yelled.

"House she'll be okay." Cuddy assured him.

"But you can't promise that can you?" House asked looking at the top of her head.

Cuddy stood there refusing to look up.

"I didn't think so." House said.

"House that's not what I meant. What I meant was that she is seriously injured and she may die. People die house, you're not God you can't change that. I'm sorry but people die." Cuddy yelled finally looking up to his eyes but after seeing the fire in them she looked down once more.

"Okay, well see you later," House said turning around a walking away as fast as he could.

"Wait House,. . . wait," Cuddy yelled after him hoping that she would be able to stop him and talk him into talking to her and hopefully get some things off of his chest. She knew they weren't close but she still wanted to help him in anyway that she could. Even if it meant putting up with his snide comments.

But House had no intention of stopping he wanted to go back to his office and be alone like always, he could think things through without worrying about someone interrupting him. Not having to worry about people being there to help him through the rough times. He was by himself all the time. He could manage this by himself to he didn't need anyone.

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House looked around his office hoping to get his mind off of things just for a little while, maybe it would help him...or maybe not. He smiled at that thought. He grabbed his secret stash of alcohol from underneath of his desk and took a big gulp. If only Cuddy could see him now. He pictured the look on Cuddy's face as she walked in finding him drinking alcohol on the job. Oh he would be in so much trouble. He laughed. Then he found himself thinking about Cameron lying on that gurney with nothing but blood all over her. The sound of her voice it had sounded so hurt, so confused, so angry. He had never heard her talk like that...ever. If everything went back to normal after her surgery it would definitely be awkward...even more so than it was...I mean is. He shivered he didn't want to think about such a thing, not right now, not until he had to.

His mind traveled to Mandy, nothing made since with her case nothing at all. The only thing he could even think that she had was Wellbutrin withdrawal, but where were the pills? Her boyfriend, her only visitor brought her a teddy bear what if...that was it he jumped up, much to the disliking of his leg. He groaned in pain and reached for his Vicodin.

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House looked into Mandy's room and saw that Foreman and Chase was still sitting by her bedside talking to each other while she was reading her Bible to herself. There a little to the right of her bed sat a teddy bear, House smiled and limped inside, he had done it he had solved the case.

"Dr. House, How are you?" Mandy asked smiling sweetly at him, acting like nothing had happened the last time he had been in the room.

"Oh, fine, but I'm not going through withdrawal either." House told her looking at any sign of guilt on her face.

"I thought we had been over this..." Chase began but was interrupted by House who was still looking accusingly at Mandy.

"Her teddy bear, if you tear it open right now you will find a bottle of pills. That bottle will contain several Wellbutrin pills." House informed him as he pointed over to the teddy bear.

"What are you talking about?" Mandy asked looking very confused and her face growing red.

"I'm talking about the pills you have stashed inside that stuffed teddy bear." House told her.

"I don't have pills stashed in my teddy bear, my boyfriend gave that to me." Mandy argued with him.

"You know if you really knew me well, you would know my number one saying was everybody lies. And you are included in that everybody." House said walking towards the bear.

He pulled a pocket knife out of his pocket and picked the teddy bear up in his other hand.

"You better not do that my boyfriend gave that to me." Mandy said looking at him.

"Oh, he can get you another one, this is what you did to it when you got your pills out right?" House asked.

"I'm telling you I have no pills in that teddy bear." Mandy told him once again hoping he would believe her and leave her bear alone.

"And I'm telling you that you do." House told her taking the knife and cutting the head off.

"I'm telling you..." Mandy began but stopped, House had already done it there was no turning back now...the damage was done.