"Chase," Greg smiled, throwing files onto the glass-topped table. "You have a case."
"No, you do." Chase glanced at the name and knew why House wanted to be rid of it. "I'm not gunna mess with Cuddy. She gave you the case, remember? Besides, I already saw Stacie, and she wouldn't let me do anything besides examine her."
"Stacie is in the ICU?" Cameron and Foreman asked together.
"Why do you always have a problem with keeping your mouth shut?!" House didn't want anyone to know why he was trying to dump the patient, but now that everyone knew who it was, he was stuck with her.
"Why is this considered a case anyway? It's a simple car accident, not unusual enough to get your attention; is it?" Cameron was curious. To House, it wasn't a case unless someone was literally sick, not injured.
"Well Stacie is the case, not Lilly."
"LIZ!" Chase shouted. House wasn't good with people, but he could at least remember their name.
"Whatever," House muttered. "Liz was just P-Oed and that's why she was in the accident, but according to the police Stacie's car swerved towards the other car, without slowing down. It's not a usual reaction, and looking at the skid marks on the road before the accident, I'm thinking uncontrollable shaking at the wheel."
"You mean a seizure?" Cameron asked.
"Wow! You should be a doctor. Yes, of course I'm thinking seizure. I was just making it simple for you to understand"
"Why are you only thinking this, shouldn't she know? Was Stacie the only one in the car at the time?" Foreman thought House would be already on top of it, as usual.
"Already checked. She blacked out right before they hit, no memory of it, and the only witness died in the crash."
"Witness?" Chase asked. "Who was in the car with her?"
"Her husband."
"You mean Mark's dead!?!" Cameron was totally shocked. She had only met him a few times, and even though he and House butted heads, he was a good man.
"No, her other husband died." House wasn't just impatient today; he was stressed about caring for Stacie. "So, ideas people."
"Well, besides seizures do we have any other symptoms?" Chase ventured. It was next to impossible to diagnose someone based on one symptom.
"Everything else had to be thrown out the window; about 90 could be blamed on the accident." This was just exasperating. House shouldn't have to explain it all to them.
"Head injury?" Foreman guessed.
"That would make sense, but she had a seizure before the accident." House couldn't take their stupidity. "Ok, ill give you one more clue just because you are having a hard time guessing. Her medical history says no prescription drugs."
"Alcohol withdrawal." Wilson walked in the room.
"Stacie is not an alcoholic," House stated with certainty.
"Not anymore. Besides how would you know, you pushed her away? Causing her to drink!" Wilson sneered as he walked out the door.
"Ok, anyone with good ideas?"
"Well, epilepsy is known for seizures. Maybe encephalitis since she hasn't shown earlier symptoms," Cameron told them.
"You never think outside the box, but give her an EEG anyway. Chase, prep her."
XXX
Chase nervously walked between the sliding glass doors. He had no idea if Stacie would allow him to check her. This could go interesting fast. "I need to prep you for an EEG; can you just lean back and I'll administer…"
"I WANT HOUSE TO TAKE CARE OF ME!" Stacie screamed before Chase could even finish his sentence, shoving his arm away.
"But I have to prep you, and then Cameron needs to give you an EEG before House could see you."
"THEN LET ME DIE!"
"Cameron will be here in a moment. If you don't comply we will sedate you."
"JUST GET THE HELL OUT!" Stacie grabbed her bedpan and hurled it, just missing Chase's head.
Chase ducked then yelled into the hallway, "Get me a sedative. NOW!"