Authors Notes: I am giving you guys this chapter two days earlier then I planned. Due to insomnia and lots of sugar I was able to get it done in one night … enjoy it : )

Disclaimer: I wish I owned House, that would be really awesome… but sadly I don't

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Cameron stared glumly at the symptoms on the white board. She was mad at House there was no doubt about that. Why had House taken Foreman with him? Cameron knew that Foreman cared about Chase probably just as much as he cared about the weather in Venezuela.

Oh well, Cameron decided to stop complaining and attempt to solve the case. She looked at the white board, the symptoms read:

Joint Pain

Fever

Rash

Kidney Failure

Light Sensitivity

Cameron went up to the board and added coma to the list, because she remembered that House had said the patient was in a coma. Cameron stared at the symptoms for a little longer. Ignoring the coma the first thing that came to Cameron's mind was Lupus.

"Well," Cameron thought to herself, "since it's never Lupus I guess I'll go run the test."

She went into the patient's room and found that he was awake now. "Hi I'm Doctor Cameron," she said when she entered the room. How are you feeling…? John," Cameron asked as she read the name from the file.

"Same as before," he answered, "but a little groggy."

"When did you wake up?" Cameron asked him.

"About twenty minutes ago," John replied.

"Grogginess can be expected after waking up from a coma." Cameron said. "Now if it's okay with you I am going to draw some blood so that I can test you for Lupus. Right now that is what your symptoms point to."

"What's Lupus," asked John.

"It's an autoimmune disease," Cameron replied, "it's when your immune system is too strong."

"Oh," said John, "go ahead and draw the blood."

Cameron went over to the table and got out a needle and a syringe. "Okay John, I need you to hold your arm out for me," she said walking back towards him.

John did so. Just as Cameron lifted up the needle to put it into his arm her pager went off. Since she had been so concentrated on what she was doing her pager beeping scared the living daylights out of her and she dropped the needle on the floor.

But what she saw on her pager scared her even more. It was from House and the message read Chase seizures. "Oh my god," Cameron cried when she read this.

"Is everything okay," asked John who was still waiting patiently with his arm out.

"Oh, yeah, everything's fine," said Cameron slightly embarrassed. "I'm sorry about that."

She went over to the table and got another needle after she threw away the one that had fallen on the floor. She hastily drew John's blood and left the room to take it to the lab. She was scared as heck.

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"Chase has epilepsy?" Foreman asked House sounding astounded.

"That's what I'd guess," said House, "considering he's stocked up on these meds."

"Stocked up," Foreman questioned.

"Yeah," House replied. "He has about five other bottles of both of these in his medicine cabinet. Oh," he added, "I also found this." He opened his hand revealing another bottle of pills. He showed it to Foreman.

"Prozac," Foreman replied when he read it. "Is Chase depressed," he asked House.

"I don't know," House replied, "but this bottle was opened today."

"How do you know," Foreman asked.

"The plastic seal was lying on his bathroom sink," House said. "And look at this place it's neat as a pin Chase would not leave garbage on his sink for multiple days."

"I guess you're right," said Foreman looking around. He read the dosage information and then spilled the pills out onto the coffee table. He counted them, "there's one hundred mg. gone," he exclaimed. "If Chase has already taken that much today no wonder he was sleeping. I'm surprised it hasn't made him sick," he added.

"Maybe it has," said House thoughtfully.

"House," said Foreman tilting his head, "an overdose of Prozac can't cause a seizure. But epilepsy can. Oh and as a matter of fact it does, and since I think it is very obvious here that Chase has epilepsy I would say that epilepsy would be the cause of the seizure."

"Mysoline and Felbatol," said House, "are very strong epilepsy drugs. If Chase is on them, and I think it's very obvious here that Chase is on them," House smirked having mocked Foreman, "he shouldn't be having seizures unless something very strong aggravated it."

"I shined my penlight in his eyes," said Foreman, "it is common for epileptics to have seizures caused by light."

"Yeah," said House, "lots and lots of bright flashing lights. You shined your penlight into each of his pupils once. Give it to me."

Foreman rolled his eyes but took out his penlight and tossed it to House.

"This," said House turning on the penlight, "is no bright flashing light. It's totally dull… duller than you," he added.

"Yeah, that says a lot," said Foreman giving a fake smile.

"So what are you saying anyways," Foreman asked, "this seizure was not epilepsy."

"No," said House shaking his head, "it was probably an epileptic seizure but something other then the light triggered it. Oh and I would love to know what," said House, greedily rubbing his hands together.

"Loud noises can cause epileptic seizures." Foreman stated.

"What," shouted House, "I can't hear you since it's so noisy in here."

Foreman just shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"We should get him back to the hospital," Foreman said to House while looking at the poor Chase lying unconscious on the floor. "At least get him in a bed or something until he wakes up. Then we should give him some of his medicine."

"Yeah, sure whatever," said House, he seemed slightly preoccupied.

"Should I call an ambulance or something," Foreman asked.

"Don't bother," said House. "We can just bring him back in your car."

"Okay," said Foreman sounding slightly unsure. Foreman took the bottles of Mysoline, Felbatol, and Prozac and put them into Chase's messenger bag which was lying at one end of the couch. Foreman then picked up the bag and draped it over his shoulder. "I'm taking it back for him," said Foreman defensively when House gave him a strange stare. "Uh, how are we going to get Chase down to my car…"

"Which I'm driving," interrupted House, "sorry beat you this time."

"Fine," said Foreman.

"Easy," said House. "I'll carry Chase down to your car."

"You can do that," Foreman asked.

"Watch," said House. He went over to Chase and pulled him off of the floor. House then lifted him up by his legs and flung the other half of Chase's body over his shoulder.

"Okay then," said Foreman under his breath.

He walked to the door and held it open for House then he shut it behind him. They walked down the stairs and out the door to Foreman's car. House laid Chase down in the back seat and then hopped into the driver's seat. Foreman reluctantly got into the passenger seat.

House began to drive to the hospital and Foreman took out his cell to call Cameron. She was probably worried because she was Cameron who always worries and because Foreman was pretty sure House had sent her some sort of weird page.

"Foreman," Foreman said into the phone when Cameron answered.

"Oh thank god," cried Cameron. "Is Chase okay? Where did you find him? What happened?" Cameron began with the questions.

"We found Chase at his apartment," said Foreman. "We was sleeping, we think he overdosed on Prozac sometime today. He barely woke up before he had a seizure."

"A Prozac overdose wouldn't cause a seizure," said Cameron.

"I know," said Foreman. "House also found Mysoline and Felbatol at his place. We think he has epilepsy."

"He never told any of us," Cameron said.

"I know," said Foreman. "Look Cameron, he just had an epileptic seizure, common in epilepsy patients. We're just not sure what triggered it yet."

"Is he unconscious," Cameron asked.

"Yes," answered Foreman.

"Where are you guys," Cameron asked.

"In my car on our way to the hospital," Foreman answered. "We'll be there in about ten minutes."

"Can I do anything," asked Cameron.

Foreman thought for a second. "Yeah," he answered. "Get a pillow and a blanket in the conference room."

"Sure," said Cameron.

They hung up.

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Authors Notes: So how'd ya like this chapter????? You all got it early. Oh I apologize if any of the medical stuff in this chapter is incorrect. I did research so hopefully it's right, but if it's not my apology. The next and final chapter should be up on Saturday.

Thanks for all of the reviews you guys are great……… keep the reviews coming I really appreciate them : )