Author's Notes: El Chaptero Trio is here. NOW we get to the fun stuff, like…oh, hell, enjoy. Also, I'm happy because the cowboys (my NRL team) just beat the Rabbitohs last night! It's a GREAT thing because we've been having a big losing streak…and…and…I've run out of things to cite about. Oh dear.

Chapter 3: Nausea

A few minutes after the introduction to the world of House, Foreman and Cameron came back into the room, taken by surprise at the new arrivals.

"Who are you two?" Foreman asked the new ducklings suspiciously.

"New minions. This one is Dr. Meri Idnax, cardiologist; other one is Dr. Elaine Racknell. She has a degree in gas." House uttered smarmily.

"No, I studied gastrology, the study of the digestive system." Racknell corrected.

"Yeah, what she said."

"Eric Foreman." Foreman said, holding out his hand to be shaken. Racknell took it, looking down to his eyes. She smiled at him, before letting go and allowing Idnax to shake. She had to look up, just a little, to catch Foreman's glance. However, she seemed frightened instead of welcoming.

"Allison Cameron." Cameron said, smiling her bedside manner smile at the two. Finally, it'd been ages since there'd been more than one girl on the team. Not since Lena Matthews had left after tying the knot with her long time lover. It'd been a long time alright, so it'd be nice to have some girls to talk to again, strange as they appeared to be.

"Oh, quit the being nice act and get to scratching each other's eyes out! You don't get Intruders for friends, they're meant to make controversy!" House interrupted, yet again.

"At least we don't swing out canes around for attention." Foreman said in retaliation.

"Where's Chase?" asked Cameron, trying to steer clear of a brawl again by being the voice of reason.

"Went off to go and test your blood infection theory." House said. Come to think of it, he had been taking much longer than necessary. Wouldn't want to let him have too much fun, better go and find him. Picking up his cane again, the sarcastic doctor walked out the door.

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While walking down the corridor again, he tried to think of somewhere he might just find the secretive wombat. Janitor's closet? Nah, there were still heaps of nurses up at the front station. ICU? Chase could only have been there if he was really bored. Girls' bathroom? He wasn't that blonde. "Never mind," he thought. "I'll just go and bug Wilson for a bit."

Then the burn came back again. Vicodin Time. Leaning on the cane more than needed, he shuffled into the men's room. Normally, he wouldn't have gone to find some privacy to dry swallow, but relieving one's self was a good time waster.

House opened the door and went to take 20mg in front of the mirror, only to see a familiar orally fixated Intensivist rejecting what only appeared to be bile into the basin. Hmm, bile. Not the first time he's puked then, unless he's bulimic. Only, if it was bulimia, he'd be losing weight, not putting on five pounds in the past five weeks.

"Geez, Chase, wake up! Don't you know that those models are digitally enhanced? You're fine just the way you are! So, you've put on some weight around your hips, so what? You are amazing just the way…"

"Look, I don't need that carp from you. I've vomited this morning, It happens! A little illness will not stop me from doing my job. Why do you even care? It's not like I'm the first person in the world to chunder. Let's just get back to Diagnostics and work on the patient's blood. I. Am. Fine." Chase said with rising anger.

"OH-Kay then! Have you even got the…" House queried, just as Chase's blue-green eyes roll back into his head before hitting the cold floor.

Surprising. One man just shouted like a PMSing woman, but didn't slap or anything. Either it wasn't "PMS" or…House paused mentally as he felt for a radial pulse, which was getting faster and faster.

"Need some help in here? Brit with a rising BP!"

A/N: At least erdeanduncan won't bite anyone now (evidence that I DO read your lufferly reviews, and I DO enjoy getting them…)