DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HOUSE OR ANY OTHER CHARACTER, SO DON'T SUE ME, BUT I WISH I OWNED CHASEā¦
A/N: ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER CHAPTER, ENJOY!
SUMMARY: HOUSE AND HIS DIAGNOSTIC TEAM ARE WELL KNOWN, AND ARE GOOD AT THEIR JOBS. WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ONE OF THE TEAM BECOMES THE VICTIM?
BRAIN DEFECT.
CHAPTER TWO: NEW SYMPTOMS
Robert's heart rate was going off as House, Foreman and Cameron entered the patient's room.
"Dr. Cameron, could you hold him? I need to get his heart rate back to normal!"
Allison gripped her friend's convulsing form as Eric administered a drug.
"C'mon Chase, calm down," Allison cooed, stroking Robert's pale forehead.
Soon, the violently seizure ceased, and Chase went completely limp as his heart rate decreased to its norm.
Dr. Cameron took a shaky breath, and wiped her face of the tears of concern that had feel during the seizure.
She then took a sample of blood, and looked at House, who glared at her and motioned for her to follow him out of the room.
"Dr. Cameron, you need to keep a clear head on this one, as of now, he is just a plain old patient,"
Allison again wiped at the tears.
"He's not though, House, he's a friend and a college and I'm worried about him? Aren't you?" she asked.
House thought for a moment.
"I'm to lazy to care," he said, giving her a stupid smile.
She gasped, and took a step backward.
"You're a bastard House," she said, stalking away as Foreman approached.
"What's her problem?" the black doctor asked.
"I dunno," he said looking shocked. "Maybe it's just one of those girly things, like a crush maybe,"
Eric frowned. "A crush?" he asked, confused.
"I was telling our pretty little princess that I couldn't be bothered to care about Chase and she got huffy and stormed off. She called me names,"
House added a little sniffle to this little endnote, and then decided to stop, because the look on Foreman's face told House, he meant business.
"You don't say things like that to a girl, she's become attached to Chase, possibly more than she should, but that's not the point. The point is, she's probably feeling scared and alone at the moment, because a friend's life is in danger. She just needs to be reassured," he explained.
"Well that's great Foreman, nice of you to volunteer, now excuse me, the little boy's room calls,"
"Uh-uh, House, you made her feel like shit, you have to fix it. She's probably in pathology looking at Chase's blood sample, I suggest you go down there and throw yourself at Cameron's feet, begging for forgiveness," Eric chuckled at the look on his bosses face.
"That means I have to get my pant's dirty! Good thing your doing my laundry this week Foreman." And
with that last snide comment, he limped toward Pathology and his impending doom.
OoOoOoOoOoO"What do you want House?" Allison snapped, giving him an icy glare through puffy eyes.
House shivered. "Brrrr, is it just more or did it get a little colder in here?"
Dr. Cameron ignored his sarcastic comment and went back looking through the microscope.
There was a minute's silence as Allison peered at the sample, not really seeing. She knew she shouldn't be feeling this way: it was Chase. A friend. A college.
But yet it was a feeling she couldn't shake. For the past few weeks, every time she was around the attractive Australian doctor, her stomach would tie itself in knots and she stutter and fumble and get a wave of tingles flying through her body at even the slightest contact.
And now his life was on the line, and she was scared.
"Cameron, you can't let a little crush impair your judgment," he blurted.
Shit, she thought. He's figured it out.
"Go away House, I'm busy," she muttered adjusting the magnification on the microscope.
"I'm sorry," he said sarcastically.
She looked up at him again.
"Oh wow House, you sincerity astounds me," she said flatly.
House chuckled.
She glared at him, and she looked pissed.
"You are a miserable old bastard, House, and because you are miserable, you have to make everyone else miserable. Now get the hell out,"
Greg winced; he'd really stuck his foot in it this time.
"Geez, touchy much?" he muttered exiting pathology, letting his immunologist get back to work.
Barely an hour later, the three sat, once again, in diagnostics, silent, contemplating a diagnosis.
"We have three new symptoms," House said finally, after a comfortable silence.
"Seizing, nausea and vomiting."
Cameron frowned. "When did that happen?" she asked, in a worried tone.
"Half an hour ago, I went to see him and he hurled, all over my sneakers," House said the last part in a whining childish voice.
"My god, he went to see a patient, what is the world coming to?" Foreman had a look of pretend shock on his face.
"Well we know it's not a hangover, from the seizing. Its must be something else," Cameron said.
"Drugs?" Foreman said.
Allison gasped. "He wouldn't!"
House shook his head. "Tox screen came back negative, our little wombat isn't doing drugs,"
House thought for a moment.
"Well so far, most symptoms have been neurological. What was his blood pressure last time you checked?"
"Ninety over sixty," Foreman replied.
Greg chewed his lip and sighed. "C'mon kids, what could cause double vision, seizing, stiff necks and headaches?"
"Encephalitis?" Allison suggested.
"No fever," Eric countered. "What about and infection?"
House shook his head. "No, his white count isn't high enough to be an infection. It's still within range. Next?"
"What about viral or bacterial meningitis?"
"No rash. For now lets go with neurological, it's more interesting. Get a CT scan and a contrast MRI.
I'm going to lunch."
That was chapter two people; I hope you liked! Review's r most welcome! CHEERZ!
oh and sorry about the shortness.
