"Differential diagnosis of an incoherent, seizing five-year-old. Go."

Foreman, Cameron, and Chase grabbed the patient folders and began to flip through them. "Brain tumor, the seizures were pre-existing. Brain tumor on the cognitive speech area of the brain, disrupts the neurons, explains all the symptoms." Foreman sat back with a satisfied grin while the others nodded.

"Well don't just look at me expectantly, go find out. Scan her head, see if anything's lurking around in there." The other three filed out of the room.

House winced on his way to his office and popped a Vicodin before sitting down at his desk to look over some much-neglected Sudoku puzzles. Cuddy walked in and House didn't glance up. "Busy here, doing important doctor stuff. You wouldn't understand, so I wont try to make you."

Cuddy ignored his comment. "Back on all three legs again I see."

House stopped and looked up with his jaw set. "No, it's for style."

"The Ketamine treatment has boosters. Why don't you let us try that?"

House rubbed his temples in slight annoyance. "Someone needs to keep Abbott Labs in business through Vicodin sales."

"House, you're being unreasonable. A treatment every couple months instead of you're constantly carrying that bottle around. Who knows, maybe one of the treatments will be permanent."

"But you don't know that. I won't do it."

"So you'd rather live in pain instead of doing this treatment." Cuddy stated flatly as House looked up at her, sadness radiating from his eyes for just a moment.

"Wow, you just summed up everything I was trying to say." House's pager went off and he looked at it quickly. "Fantastic timing. Cuddy, you should give them a raise."

"House." Cuddy said at his retreating form.

He half turned to look back at her. "People dying, they need me."

"Consider the treatment."

House opened the door with his cane and continued out the door.

"Your timing is impeccable." House said, bursting through the MRI door.

"So you're going to do the Ketamine boosters?" Cameron asked, not looking up at him.

"Who said anything about Ketamine boosters?" House shot back, and Cameron winced. "Fear not dear Cameron, dating me is more fun when you can constantly remind me of," he raised his voice to mimic Cameron, "just how bad my leg is." His voice dropped back to normal. "It keeps me thinking of new comebacks. Chase might get jealous though, watch out for him."

Chase glared at House for a moment before Foreman shoved the MRI results under House's nose. "No tumor. Its something else."

"Something else? Really? I thought all negative tests proved a positive." House grabbed the MRI and studied it intently for a moment before tossing it back down. He sighed and frowned. "Do an LP, talk to the parents, see if she's been using PCP in the classroom. They're starting earlier now."

Cameron stopped him. "She's in Kindergarten. What's a lumbar puncture supposed to prove? And I somehow doubt a five-year-old is using PCP."

"If you're going to question everything I do, write a memo. At least that I can file in the round can under my desk." House limped out of the room while the rest of them stared at his back.

"I almost miss smelly sweaty running House." Chase said.

"Sarcasm King is back." Foreman said, leaving the room also.

Cameron and Chase followed after giving each other a glance that they both knew Foreman was dead on in his remark.