Disclaimer: I don't own HOUSE or the characters in it. Some of the characters in this story however, are of my own creation.

Summary: What ever happens to the patients on HOUSE after they're diagnosed?

For MellBell801, who wanted to hear how Stewart Nozick (The Itch) was doing.

"Throw the ball over hear!" a little boy yelled to his friend. They were playing monkey-in-the-middle at the park, on a beautiful day. At least, Stewart thought it was beautiful. Everyone else probably thought it was a crappy day. The sky was gray with clouds, that would occasionally open up and drench the people trying to enjoy their day under them. It was kind of cold outside, so there weren't a lot of people at the park. Actually, it was just Stewart, the three boys playing, and two girls that were gossiping on the swing-set. But Stewart was absolutely enthralled to be there. It was amazing to feel the wind blowing on your face, messing up your hair and making you shiver. And it was amazing to feel the tiniest rays of sun, peeping through the clouds, warming your cheeks, and making tiny rainbows after it rained. And it was amazing to feel rain. Actually feel it, filling up the hollows of your eyes when you tilted your head back, not like the shower at all. So much more amazing then he had ever imagined. But Stewart's favorite part of being outside was the smell. The wonderful smell of freshly cut grass, or of budding flowers, or of the musky scent that fills the air after it rains.

"Stewart? Is that you?"

Stewart whipped around to see Allison Cameron standing to the left of the bench where he was sitting. He had arranged to meet with Allison, here at the park, to show her just how well he was doing after just one week.

"Fancy meeting you hear!" He called to her, grinning. "Nice day, huh?"

He watched the emotions play on her face; shock, disbelief, shock again, and then...excitement. "You're all wet," Cameron observed with a smile on her face. "You're going to catch a cold."

Stewart flinched at the words. Diseases that he could catch outside were still a big fear of his, but not half as big as they had been before.

"You want to go back to my apartment? I have to show Chase!" she gestured toward her car, which was parked in the small parking lot.

Stewart frowned. He had been waiting all day at the park for it to rain again so that he could see a big rainbow. He had been seeing tiny ones all day, but they really weren't the same as an actual rainbow would be. Stewart had never seen a rainbow.

"All right."

Into the car they went, Cameron babbling excitedly the whole way.

"Was this your first time outside?" Stewart shook his head, "Wow, I'm just amazed at how much progress you've made in a week. It's just...amazing!" she turned to look at him. "You look really happy, Stewart."

He looked directly back at her as he said the next words, "I am happy, Allison."

*****

"You're really that guy from last week?"

Stewart didn't like Robert Chase all that much. He was one of the doctors that had tricked him into coming into the hospital to do surgery on him. And he asked to many stupid questions.

"Yep, the one and only," Stewart answered with a nervous laugh, while glancing at the window behind Chase's head. It was pouring outside, and when it stopped there would almost definitely be a rainbow.

Chase turned to look at Cameron "Wow. That's..."

"...Amazing." Cameron repeated. She held Chase's gaze a second longer before they both turned back to face Stewart, "I'm so proud of you, Stewart."

"Your story is really pretty interesting," Chase told him, "you could write a book about it and make a load of money." Cameron playfully smacked him on the shoulder.

"Let's just try to get out of this town first without hyperventilating, shall we?" Stewart smiled, and the two doctors laughed a bit too loudly. That was one thing that annoyed him about people that knew he used to be an agoraphobe; they treated him like he was a child who had just got over a bad illness. Stewart wasn't a child, and his agoraphobia hadn't been the illness threatening his life. It had just been another part of his life, and now it was over.

There was an awkward pause after that, and Stewart turned his gaze back to the window. It had stopped raining! "Thank you, Allison. And thank you, Robert, but I have to get going."

"Oh. Uhm, alright." Cameron frowned, "Just let me get my keys and-"

"Thank you, but I'd prefer to walk home." The two doctors stared at him with confused expressions.

"But...that's at least a half hour walk," Chase said, his eyes narrowed.

"I know," Stewart grinned, "But some fresh air would really do me some good."

*****

SPLASH!!! Stewart knew it was a childish thing to do, but there were just so many puddles around. And besides, he had never jumped in puddles when he actually had been a kid, so why not start now? Puddle jumping was fun in theory, but when you actually jumped into a small puddle and got soaked with freezing water it wasn't all that great. And it was even less great when you still had to walk about ten more minutes to your house. Stewart glanced anxiously at the sky again. No rainbow. There hadn't been one so far.

"Damn," Stewart thought to himself, "I really wanted to see one today!"

He was at the park where he had started his day, now. The two girls had left, but the three boys were still playing catch. They were covered head to toe in mud, and one of them kept sneezing like he had a cold, but they looked like they were having fun. Stewart smiled to himself. When he was a kid, he had spent as much time indoors as possible. It had been the beginning of his agoraphobia, and he had never really been all that happy. He was happy now.

Water droplets began to fall from the sky again, and Stewart sighed. If it started raining again, there probably wouldn't be enough sun left to make a rainbow when it stopped. It was already 5:27!

"Oh well," Stewart said aloud. All in all, today had been a good day. As the rain began to come down harder, Stewart began to sing. His neighborhood was now in sight, but no one was outside to hear his god-awful singing voice.

"Raindrops keep falling on my head. But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red! Crying's not for me! 'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining, because I'm free!" Stewart belted out the lyrics as he neared his house.

"Nothing's worrying me."

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