"I had a what?" Doctor Cameron looked utterly confused.

"An absence seizure. Come on, Doctor. You know what that means." House turned around and grabbed his cane. He hit Cameron on her knee, causing her leg to flinch.

"Ow! What the hell, House?" Cameron rubbed the injured area.

"Just making sure your reflexes are still there. See how bad your brain trauma is."

Cameron looked up. "Brain trauma?"

"Yes. Brain trauma," House emphasized. "Do you have anything else to say besides repeating everything I say?"

"No," she sighed.

Dr. Foreman and Dr. Chase walked into the office. "Patient woke up from the coma. He started yelling about some 'Nancy' person." Chase told him.

"He did when he attacked me, too," Cameron said in a small voice. "He thought I was her."

"Who's with him now?" House rose to his feet.

Chase and Foreman looked at each other. "No one, we left after sedating him again."

"You what?" House was angry. "Go back there. What if he wakes up again? Get as much information as you can out of the patient."

"Like, who Nancy is?"

"I don't care who Nancy is. I just want to know why he is having these delusions."

The next day, the three doctors met in House's office, discussing the patient. Cameron seemed very out of it, only responding occasionally, and in fragmented sentences.

House, noticing the lack of response from his female colleague, prompted, "Do you agree with Chase?"

"Hmm, yeah." Her eyes jumped to meet contact with House's.

He called her bluff quickly. "What did Chase say then?"

Snapping to reality, Cameron knew she couldn't answer. "I don't know."

"What?" House pretended not to hear her, placing his hand around his ear.

Cameron paused before answering again, "I don't know." This time, her voice was quieter.

"I want to hear you say that again." House was being condescending and mean.

"I don't know!" She said, tensely.

"And why is that, Doctor?"

Cameron knew that House was trying to demean her, make her look like a fool. She had been extremely distracted lately. And House knew that it was dangerous for doctors to be distracted. He did everything for a reason, not pure spite. But, that's not what it felt like to her. "I wasn't paying attention. Happy? I was focused on myself and my issue."

"No, I'm not happy. Your selfish preoccupation with yourself almost caused the patient to die. I want you out of here, Cameron. You're a liability. Come back when you get over yourself."

Cameron blinked, not moving immediately.

"Leave."

She got up, walked to door, but looked back before walking out of the room.

"Go!" House yelled and stomped his cane on the ground.

Turning around, Cameron headed to the bathroom, leaving them all to discuss without her.

Nobody talked for a solid minute. Foreman was the first to break the silence. "You didn't have to treat her like that."

Gripping his cane, House replied, "What should I have done? Held her hand? She's slacking. I'm not in the business to make everyone feel comfortable and relaxed. That doesn't make a good doctor, it makes a weak one. She's too sensitive; it's why she's in the bathroom right now, crying. She'll stop once she realizes that it's not all about her."

Despite the contempt her felt for Cameron's relentless forgiveness of House's behavior, Foreman felt that House was being too harsh with Cameron. She was sensitive deep down. She had been hurt in the past. He could handle House's jabs, but he knew they took a toll on Cameron. She seemed to be the target more than the rest of them, and House's comments were derogatory and hard-hitting. House didn't spare jokes that related to personal issues. Foreman looked at the door. "I'm just saying, you didn't have to yell at her."

"If you care so much about little-miss-teardrops, go check on her. Don't worry, we're not too busy. Just trying to save a man's life. But, of course, Cameron is the real issue here."

Foreman rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, now that we wasted an astounding 5 minutes, let's get back to it." House tapped the white board with his cane. He grabbed a marker and crossed out 'Vertigo.' "Doesn't explain the delusions.

"But it would explain the vomiting and nausea." Chase added.

"So would pregnancy, but I don't think that's it." House tapped his head, mockingly.

Chase decided to ignore the sarcasm.

"Why wouldn't the aortic dissection cause all of the symptoms? The TEE showed a tear." Foreman asked.

House poured a cup of coffee. "That's not the only thing going on. His liver is failing."

"It could be unrelated." Foreman added.

"Maybe- or, it's not and we kill him by treating him with the wrong medications."

House grabbed his mug and walked out the door. "See ya."

Foreman and Chase jumped up.

"Where are you going?" Foreman shook his head.

"To talk to the patient. He's probably awake." House limped out of the room. He didn't get far before Cuddy stopped him. He could see her at the end of the hall, arms crossed and that classic accusatory look covered her face.

"What did you say to Doctor Cameron?" Cuddy tapped her foot.

"When?"

Cuddy rolled he eyes. "You know when. She's crying in the bathroom."

House pretended to be shocked. "What makes you think that I made her cry?" He walked past her swiftly.

Despite his efforts to leave her presence, Cuddy followed. "You are the only thing that makes her cry, House."

"Do you think I could be the only person to make her scream too, you know, the pure scream of pleasure you can only really get from that one, perfect person?"

Cuddy's eyes widened. "You're sick."

"I know." House smiled, sadistically.

"Fix it, House. You can't loose your immunologist." This was an order, not a request.

"I'll talk to her if you cover 3 of my clinic hours."

"You'll do it anyway."

House raised an eyebrow. "Will I?"

Cuddy took a deep breath before giving in, "Fine. Just go talk to her."

House reluctantly headed for the women's restroom. He didn't want to deal with Cameron. He knew she was hurt, but she'd get over it.

"Cameron," He called. There was no response. "I know you're in here. Cuddy tattled." When he still didn't hear anything, he hit his cane against the side of the stalls. This sudden and loud sound caused Cameron to jump and hit her arm on the wall.

"Fuck," She shouted, unintentionally.

"A-ha," House tapped on the door. "I'm gonna open this door, so you better cover all of your lady bits." He pushed the door open forcefully. "Shitty locks."

She didn't look very good. She had indeed been crying, her eyes were puffy and red.

House wasn't prepared for that. He'd seen crying women a lot, it came with the job, but it always made him uncomfortable. Especially now. For some reason he felt guilty.

"Go away, House." Cameron tried to act brave. "Can't you go hurt someone else's feelings?"

"No, I find a particular enjoyment out of hurting your feelings." He was joking, he felt odd. By the look on Cameron's face, House knew that what he said was inappropriate.

"I'm sorry," House resorted to apology. "I shouldn't have yelled at you."

Cameron laughed. "Do you think that makes me feel better? The only reason you apologized is so you could make yourself feel better. It doesn't matter how I feel." She didn't give House time to respond. "That's how it always is with you, isn't it? You rattle off insults, not thinking about who you hurt. And when you finally say something so astounding that it breaks another person, all you can feel bad for yourself. You wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for Cuddy. You just want her off your back. I bet you made her do your clinic duty too." She had said all of this in one breath, causing her to become slightly lightheaded. She fell forward.

House instinctively grabbed her. "Cameron?"

She regained composure. "Uh- thanks. I'm fine. I just need some water." She pushed past her boss and left the bathroom.

House was ironically the only one in the women's restroom. He left and followed Cameron, making sure she didn't pass out.

Cameron lifted her head after finishing at the water fountain. "Geez!" House was right behind her. "Stalking me, now? You couldn't be content with just insulting me?"

"You're pale."

"Thanks. That's really nice of you, House." Cameron could not believe him.

House raised his voice. "I'm not insulting you, smart-ass." He said this emphasis on the latter part of the sentence.

Cameron crossed her arms and glared back.

"How are you this thirsty? I've seen you go through 4 water bottles in the last hour. And you're lapping up the fountain water like a parched dog."

"You're excelling at the whole 'not insulting me' thing." Cameron sarcastically noted.

"You're going to need admitted," House called for the nurses to fix up a room. "Come on."

"What?" Cameron protested. "I'm fine. Just a little thirsty. There's nothing wrong with drinking a lot of water, it's a perfectly normal-"

"Oh, shut up with your illogical over-explanations. You whined for days about how unsanitary water fountains are." House led her to the room. "I'm scheduling you for a CT scan as soon as I can." When he failed to get a response, he looked to Cameron. She had stopped retorting.

"You're scaring me." She said, her voice as small as a mouse's.

House felt the tension and anger that he was holding against her release. "It's going to be okay. Just relax. We'll figure out what's going on." He didn't know where that came from. Since when did he start telling patients that they were going to be 'okay?' It was the number one mistake that differentiated a good doctor from a weak one. Never promise what you don't know.

Cameron also did not understand where House's sudden kindness was coming from. That almost scared her more. "What's wrong with me?"

House stared at her straight in the eyes, "I don't know."