Thanks for the comments so far guys! This story will be wrapping up soon, I just wanted to get the chapter thing all sorted out- I added more to the end of this. One more chapter, hopefully by tonight.
"No abnormal activity." Foreman said, glancing up from the results of the EEG.
"Impossible." House said flatly, grabbing them from Foreman's hand. He studied them for a moment before heading to his office without a word, leaving the other three to stare at each other in bewilderment. He came back a few minutes later to stare at his whiteboard again, on which he had written 'aggressivness' under everything else. "It fits." He said quietly to himself. He was loosing and fast and he knew it. They were missing a piece of the puzzle, and he needed to find it fast.
"What next?" Cameron finally broke the silence.
"Well, its five o'clock, which is quitting time for you kids. We will finish in the morning." House grabbed his jacket and headed down the hallway.
"He's up to something." Chase said, and the others nodded. "Wait a bit, then we will go find him. His bike is here, we can tell if he leaves or not."
They waited a half-hour and by then, House's bike was gone. Chase shrugged. "Guess I was wrong then. Figures…"
Cameron acted like she was leaving for the day, but knew something wasn't right still. His bike was gone, but she had the feeling House was still there. She searched the hospital for him and didn't see him anywhere. Feeling defeat and almost betrayed that House would ignore a case like this, she started to head out of the hospital to go home. She paused at the front door of the hospital and turned back to go to the girl's room. Just to make sure that she was okay.
She walked in the room and was stunned to see House sitting next to the girl with the EEG machine hooked up to her, and the girl was awake and talking to House, hard as he tried to ignore her and check the readouts on the machine. He looked up and met her eyes. "I thought I said go home." He said.
"Where's your bike?"
"Wilson wanted to have some fun for once in his life. And he wanted to go pick up chicks. Its such a chick magnet."
"Wilson can't ride."
"That's why the bike is insured."
The girl's sentences started to become scrambled and House counted slowly down from ten. When he hit zero, the girl started to have another seizure. He worked to keep her airways open with Cameron's help, and soon the girl quieted back down. House studied the EEG readout and his eyes lit up. He pulled a table with medications on it and Cameron cut in. "What are you giving her?"
"Ten CCs of corticosteroids and fifteen CCs of an anticonvulsant."
"Then it was Landau-Kleffner Syndrome." The familiar deep voice cut through the room, and House and Cameron looked up to see Chase and Foreman standing at the door. "You were right."
"No one listens to me anymore! Wouldn't you rather have gone home like I told you to a couple hours ago and seen your families?" House said.
Chase laughed. "Nah, we thought dinner with you would be so much more enjoyable."
"Little Kangaroo pie?" House said in a surprisingly good accent and they all smiled. He slowly got up and handed the chart to Cameron. "Put the Tegretol back on, along with the corticosterioids. And speech therapy, we want her to be able to call her boyfriend a dog without it being a mistake."
"Why corticosteriods?" Cameron asked before she wrote it on the sheet.
House sighed. "Landau-Kleffner Syndrome creates weird brain waves, like the ones we missed the first time around because she wasn't having a seizure at the time. Usually it doesn't work like that, but this time it did. The corticosteroids will help settle the brain activity and the seizures will stop by themselves by the time she matures. Its give or take weather she gets her correct speech back, but we probably caught it early enough to where it should leave no lasting effects. Now what about dinner?"
The three of them checked pagers and cell phones and mumbled excuses as they left the room to go home. House tapped his cane on the floor and turned to look at the girl, who looked back at him with quiet, honest eyes. She opened her mouth slowly and with a smile said "thank you doctor House!" and grinned proudly at herself.
House's brows knit together as he nodded his approval and he himself left to go home, retrieving his bike from where he had hidden it in the underground garage.