Remember when House used to eat Rubens? I can't remember the last time he ate one. Oh well.

R&R. Oh and that means read and review, not rest and relaxation. But you can do that too!

This is the first new chapter...and 11 people would have gotten story alerts so...

I'm sorry it's been two years! But here's a new chapter, plus two others! If you're an old reader, I suggest that you go back and read the older chapters to remember what happened, and also because I did change somethings. And grammer is corrected! Yay! But if anything, go read my long author's note and the beginning of chapter one.

And if you're a new reader, yay!

"House, you have to eat," Wilson said.

"I don't want anything," House said stubbornly.

"Come on, it's a Ruben and I swear it doesn't have pickles," Wilson said shoving the plate in House's face.

"I don't want it."

Wilson sighed as he ran his hand through his hair and set the plate down on the table next to House's bed. "You know, I'm kind of wishing you stayed knocked out. You where much less annoying."

"Too bad. I get discharged today, so then you'll have to deal with me."

"Oh yippy. I can't wait."

House's health had improved. His pain was not as extreme as it was and he had been up and around the past day.

"You should work on trying to hide your enthusiasm." House sighed. "Have you heard anything about Cameron?"

Wilson shook his head, causing House to hang his head in guilt.

"It's not your fault," Wilson said.

"Would you stop saying that? It is my fault, and what if it's you he takes next? I bet you that you won't be saying that then."

"I don't think-"

"You don't know."

Wilson gave up. When House got stuck on an idea, there was no use to convince him otherwise.

"Do you feel okay?" Wilson asked changing the subject.

"I guess so."

"Do you hurt?"

"A little."

"Do you want some medicine?"

"No."

"Are your answers to my questions going to keep getting smaller?"

"Sí…?"

Wilson sighed with frustration. "Quit blaming yourself. Everything will turn out okay. Cameron will be unharmed and no one else will disappear."

"What is it with everybody? Where are you learning to be so optimistic?"

"Oh yeah that's me, Mr. Optimistic," Wilson said.

Their conversation was cut short when Foreman and Chase entered the room.

"How are you today?" Chase asked.

"I'm great, how about you?" House threw back.

"Back to his old self," Foreman said as he walked to the monitors next to House's bed. He looked them over while Chase checked House's pulse at his wrist.

House looked over at Wilson and pointed to Chase. "Mommy, he's touching me."

Chase rolled his eyes. "Everything is fine. You can go home."

"Finally! I've had enough of this place."

Chase grinned. "We will try to get you out as soon as possible."

Foreman and Chase left House's room. Foreman went to the nurse's desk and handed them House's file, then he rejoined Chase.

"He should expect at least an hour of waiting," Foreman said.

"Oh well, he can live with it," Chase answered.

They went down stairs to the clinic. They had to work double because half of their department was unable to work because they were either sick or missing.

Three hours later, Chase and Foreman left the clinic.

"Now I see why House hates the clinic so much. If I had to look at one more sore throat, I think I would have gone insane. Oh, and get this. This woman came in because her teeth hurt," Chase complained.

Foreman picked up his bag and handed Chase his. "So what did you tell her?"

"I told her to go see a dentist." Chase walked outside and Foreman followed.

"Sounds like you're getting to be little like House," Foreman said.

"I don't think so. You're the one with the matching shoes."

"Ha. Nice." Foreman stopped and glanced around. It was dark, and no one was to be seen, but he had the suspicion that someone was watching.

Chase stopped and looked behind him. "What?"

"Nothing." Foreman assumed he was just hearing things and was being paranoid.

"What are you afraid someone's going to take you too?" Chase asked.

"No," Foreman said after hesitating.

Chase smiled and started to walk ahead again. "Foreman's a scaredy-cat," Chase chanted. "You're afraid someone's gonna come and nab ya!"

"No…"

"Foreman's a-oww!" Chase stopped when something hit him in the back of the head. Chase saw seeing stars for a second. "Hell, you don't have to get that mad do you...?" Chase turned around to find Foreman not there.

"Foreman, come on, you don't have to hide." No response. "Okay, it's not funny now." Still no Foreman.

He looked down to see the rock that hit in the head. Chase bent down to pick it up. He turned it over to find writing scribbled on it with a marker.

"You'll be next," Chase read out loud, and then he ran back up to the hospital.

House walked back into PPTH only after being away from there for five hours. Cuddy had called only saying that there was an emergency.

He looked around the lobby. The clinic was closed now, but it was full of people walking around. House spotted Cuddy and Chase in the crowd and limped over towards them.

"What's going on? It had to be good to call me out of bed," House said.

Cuddy and Chase glanced to each other. "Foreman's gone," Cuddy said.

"What do you mean gone?" House asked.

"Vanished. Disappeared. He was right behind me, and then I turned around and he was gone, and I found this." Chase handed House the rock with the message.

"It's Bill. I told you he wouldn't stop," House said after he read it. He tossed the rock back to Chase.

Cuddy and Chase watched as he limped away, and wondered if they would be the next ones taken.