"So give me something I want to hear." House said sharply the next morning to his staff.
"All the tests we have run have come out clean." Chase said.
"Did you run the tests yourself?" House snapped back.
"No, we all did."
"So there is no reason to think the tests came out normal because Chase screwed up." House sat back and dry-swallowed a Vicodin. He turned to the whiteboard and studied the symptoms listed on it. "What makes a kid call an apple an orange?" He said softly to the board. "What about Landau-Kleffner Syndrome?" He turned to them.
Cameron shook her head. "Its too rare, and even more rare for the patient to have seizures during the day."
"I like really really rare. Whats the one test you haven't run yet?"
They looked at him, racking their brains. "Comon, you've almost exhausted the possibilities, what haven't you run?"
"EEG. That should tell us." Cameron said, and House almost smiled his approval.
"The symptoms don't all fit," Foreman broke in.
"Why, did you steal some of them while my back was turned? Run the test." House said, and the other three got up to leave.
"How's your leg?" Cameron said softly when she paused as she walked past him.
"Well it's still attached. More than what I could have said had Stacy and Cuddy had their way."
"But it hurts." The statement, not a question.
"Of course it hurts. That doesn't make me any less pleasant to be around though."
Cameron shook her head slightly and walked out of the room. House frowned and sighed. He looked at the whiteboard again when his pager went off.