"So, Lauren wasn't the only one who was P-Oed at the time of the accident." House studied the whiteboard. Only two symptoms were written on it. Seizure. Irritable mood. Nothing.

"LIZ! Her name is LIZ! Anyway couldn't it be TSS?" Chase asked. "That could also explain her passing out, and the pain that wouldn't be caused by the accident. And her menstruation would cause the moodiness."

"Then Chase, go check her hoo-hoo for a tampon," House said snickering. "Any others?" Chase walked out of the room before House could send him on another errand.

"Hypoglycemia," Foreman said. "Some hypoglycemic patients are irritable."

"Don't you think she would notice if she was hypoglycemic?" Cameron wondered, "And besides people with epilepsy could be just as moody."

"I find it odd that an allergist thinks she knows more about a brain disorder than a neurologist," Foreman smartly retorted.

"I think," House had to break them up, "that both of you are being moody. Since we already did and EEG we should test Foreman's little diagnosis. Then I can prove you both wrong."

Cameron and Foreman could only stare as House walked off to Cuddy's office.

XXX

"Here we go again," Chase muttered walking past Liz's bed, syringe in hand, readying to sedate Stacie. Liz stared at him with silent reassurance. She was already healing, and almost well enough to stand and move. He raised his voice enough for her to hear him through the curtain surrounding her bed. "Stacie? It's Chase. I have to check you for the possibility of TSS. I will tranquilize you if you attempt to harm me or any of the staff. Do you hear me?"

"Of course I hear you. And you can come in." She sounded too calm to be the same Stacie that was there before. Chase nervously pushed back the curtain to find Stacie sitting there silently laying back. Chase quickly looked, but saw only that there was nothing.

"Have you always worn pads?"

"Yes, they are just so much easier," Stacie could have told them without sending in someone to check. It wasn't as if she would lie about something like that. Weird.

"Who gave Stacie the anesthetic?" Chase questioned a nurse.

"No one. Were we supposed to?" Nobody was told about the patients in room 3 of the ICU. They were off limits to all but a few nurses after the whole bedpan incident.

"Well someone did. She stared at me and smiled; definitely not the same Stacie that was hurling things at me."

"Ask House. You never know what he might've done," a passing nurse snorted.

"So true," the first nurse smirked.

"So true," Chase agreed.

XXX

"What did u do to Stacie?" Chase walked into Cuddy's office, staring at House. House was the only one who could have, would have, done something to her. As soon as he tore his glare away from the doctor, he saw Cuddy was staring at House, just as pissed. "What's wrong?"

Cuddy spoke to him angrily, not once taking her eyes off House, "He did nothing. He was supposed to do something. Stacie is his case. He just dumped her on you."

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH STACIE?" House shouted over them. Maybe they would have more to work on besides just two symptoms. "I need more symptoms."

"Scratch off irritable mood," Chase sighed. He knew how hard it was to work off two symptoms. "Try mood swings."

"House go check her. NOW!" Cuddy wasn't going to take anymore of his avoiding her.

House, unable to take anymore of Cuddy's incessant badgering, walked into the hallway. Stacie wasn't that high on his to do list. Or maybe he just didn't want her to be. Was he pushing her away? Again? What was happening to him?