Cameron stayed in the lab as she calculated the protein with the blood samples. It was definitely Marburg meaning there was probably going to be more cases and she assumed that the first patient wasn't a loner. She decided to report her findings to House.

She stared as House twirled his cane deep in thought again. He only looked up when Cameron made herself known with a steady, "House." He looked up at her and nodded for her to proceed to give the information.

"Well we know for a fact that it is Marburg virus and that it's fatality rate is less than Ebola, which is a good thing," Cameron added.

"How much of a good thing, huh," House snapped.

Perhaps he was just moody because he was unable to refill his vicodin or maybe he really was worried about Chase and didn't know how to show it. Either way he was taking it out on Cameron and she thought it was unfair because she hadn't started the outbreak.

"I'm sorry, I meant that he has a better chance of getting-"

House cut her off.

"Do we have the immunity against it? Sorry but we only get it when someone survives it and so far all the patients we have are close to death," he retorted.

Foreman came when Cameron was close to tears. Raising his eyebrow, he cast a suspicious glance between the two only to get the go ahead to tell them what he had came here for.

"Patient one is hemorrhaging so badly that not even a transfusion works and get this, two more patients came in, both had contact with her and her husband," Foreman finished.

"That means we have an epidemic," House stated.

"Where are you going," Foreman asked.

Cameron just listened to the conversation.

"What does it look like I'm doing; the wombat won't tell us what's wrong so I have to wring it out of him with fear. It's a powerful motivation," House added.

Cameron put herself between the glass door and House. He raised his eyebrows and went to go the other way until she blocked that way too. He could have angrily pushed her aside but that was just too mean and she'd probably whine for months afterwards so he settled for a glare.

"You can't tell him what he has," Cameron answered her reason for barring him from leaving.

"Believe it or not missy but yes actually I can," House remarked.

"But if he finds out he'll freak hence worsening his condition," Cameron pleaded.

"But, but, but, let me through NOW!" House shouted the last part.

Cameron obeyed but followed him closely followed by Foreman.

"You can't do this," she continued pleading with him.

"Foreman how's his condition," House asked.

"His fever's a steady one hundred and three degrees, his backaches and headaches are worse and his eyes are sort of red," Foreman relayed.

"Wow he has Marburg," House concluded sarcastically.

"I'd treat the few blood clots he has right now with heparin," Foreman suggested.

"Go ahead; we have to keep him alive after all." Cameron stopped in her tracks.

"He could die and your cracking a joke, let's forget that he's our colleague and treat him like any other patient," Cameron snarked and left them there.

"She's in a pissy mood," House observed.

"Or maybe she loves Chase," Foreman suggested and then added, "We all know that Chase had been crushing after her and now I think Cameron realizes she may have feelings for him too."

"I think I better talk to Chase," House informed before heading to the room.

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"Hey Chase feeling any better," House greeted.

Chase looked up and House had a sudden urge to vomit. Of course he would have red eyes, it was a symptom of Marburg virus, but he hadn't actually seen it. At least he didn't have jaundice yet.

"What," he asked.

"Well they're keeping up with the heparin meaning, less blood clots. I need to know what hurts and what you're feeling," House ordered.

Chase groaned.

"If you want to know I have a severe backache and my head feels like I've been hit there senseless with a sledgehammer. What more do you want," Chase moaned.

"You seem better so I'm going to-"

"Shut up!" Chase shouted.

"Oh really, okay," House managed.

"Really, I swear I'll take your cane and hit you with it," Chase continued.

House smirked.

"I'll be right back," House nodded before leaving him to rant some more.

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"He's delirious," House said as he entered the conference room.

"Really, did you tell him," Cameron began.

"Don't you see, as long as he's showing personality changes instead of no personality at all, he's fine," House interrupted rolling his eyes.

"Say that to four more cases that came in and the fact that the original one is dead," Foreman countered.

"But she didn't show any sign of a personality problem, if Chase makes it past this, then his antibodies can help the other cases," House explained.

"That's good I suppose," Cameron surmised.

"And I didn't tell him that he had Marburg either, in case your happy," House retorted.

"I knew it," Cameron said.

"Knew what," House asked confused.

"You care for him, it'd make sense. He was your first and he made it past a month before anyone else," Cameron added.

"Go ahead and put that silly thing into your head. I just don't want to go through another round of interviews and it's hard to coax someone who's dead into coming back," House snapped and left to go talk to Wilson.

Cameron and Foreman shared a look. No matter how hard House tried to cover it, they knew that he cared.

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a/n: I actually meant 103 degree temperature.