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A/N: This is more difficult than I thought, but I hope you're enjoying it. Thanks for the
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House's icy blue eyes narrowed.
'He's what?'
'Getting better,' Cameron repeated.
'What did you do to him?'
'Nothing! We had him on the meningitis medication – '
'Which you told me wasn't helping?'
'Yeah.'
'And now it's working?'
'Apparently. He says his nausea is much better and his headache is lessening. He's still a little yellow, but that seems to be getting better as well.'
House leaned back in his chair and tapped his cane against the floor.
'So you're telling me that he had less than an hour left and all of a sudden he's getting better? Just like that?'
Cameron shrugged. 'His spleen burst and he went into the OR and when he came out we had him back on antibiotics. The nurses say he wasn't looking too well when he came out, but then…' She shrugged again, omitting the part where they had told her about Sam entering the room and coming out a minute later. It was after this that the miraculous recovery had begun. And House was going to kill her if he found out.
House stopped tapping his cane and shot Cameron a suspicious glance.
'There's something you're not telling me.'
'Why – '
'Because you're a lousy liar. Spit it.'
Cameron returned his stare squarely.
'It's something to do with Sam, isn't it?' House's face turned mocking. 'I'm giving her a hard time and you feel you're responsible for it, so you have to protect her from anything else.'
She didn't say anything, but the answer was in her eyes.
House got to his feet and limped toward the door.
'Where is she now?'
'I don't know.'
Cameron watched wide-eyed as his back disappeared out of sight.
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'Have you seen Sam?'
Wilson didn't look up from his work.
'Why do you ask?'
'When?'
'An hour? We started her brother on some new medication and she wanted to be there.' His eyes darted to House's face. 'What'd she do to you?'
'Not to me. My patient. She gave him something without my consent.'
'What, and now he's dead?'
'He's getting better.'
'That's awful.' Wilson's voice was dry. 'Doctors treating patients and getting them better. The world is really going down the drain, if you ask me.'
House's expression lightened slightly.
'Cameron told me about your reaction to Sam's diagnosis,' Wilson said, writing something down and then continuing. 'What was that all about? It sounded like a text book case of malaria and yet you didn't want to treat the guy.'
'It could've been something else.'
'But it could've been malaria. Normally you would've at least tested and treated him for it. What's different this time?' He got to his feet and House didn't answer, which drew his friend's attention for real. 'Wait a minute. Isn't this the first time the great doctor House didn't make the final, correct diagnosis?' His mouth dropped open at House's continued silence. 'Are you out of your mind? You were willing to let a guy die just because you didn't diagnose him? How old are you?' With a disgusted look he stomped out of his office and left House glowering at the wall.
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Sam regarded her sleeping brother for a couple of seconds longer and then turned away to head out. Tomorrow was the day she faced the music. She wasn't looking forward to it, but she had to face her boss some time or another. Hopefully she would still have her job by tomorrow.
She carefully scanned the area around her and walked to the elevator. When she had one leg inside, she caught a glimpse of the tip of a cane. Her eyes trailed upward until they reached her employer's unimpressed face.
'Get in,' he ordered shortly when she withdrew her leg and made to run away.
With an inward wince she obeyed and watched with a sinking heart as the doors slid shut.
'What did you give him?'
'Quinidine.'
'Why not chloroquine?'
'What?' she asked in surprise.
'Chloroquine is the usual anti-malaria medication you give. Why did you give quinidine?'
She stared at him for a moment before answering, 'Most of the time, falciparum malaria is chloroquine-resistant.' The elevator came to a halt. 'Aren't you – '
'You take my clinic duty for the rest of the week. Capiche?'
'Yes, sir.'
As soon as the doors opened, she was gone in a flash. He watched her retreating back and his mouth twitched a little.
Then he limped out and through the exit doors.
