House poured himself a cup of Columbian coffee, tossed a couple Vicodin in it, and took a seat on the squashiest sofa in the doctor's lounge. Wilson, who was sitting on the arm of the sofa to accommodate House's reclining, furrowed his brows and gestured toward the coffee cup. Seeing Wilson's questioning look, he explained. "I like to see how fast I can reach the Vicodin at the bottom of the cup without burning my tongue." Wilson just looked at House and sighed.
House laughed sarcastically and then covered his mouth. "Wilson, lock the door. And keep your voice down. I need to hide from Cameron."
"I don't have the key! It's a double sided lock," Wilson said.
"Just do something to keep the door closed," House sighed exasperatedly, tossing Wilson a couple paperclips and some gum. Wilson went over and messed with the lock as House directed him.
"This'll have to do," said Wilson, sitting back down and turning on the television to watch Grey's Anatomy.
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Chase wiped the tears off of Cameron's mascara stained cheeks and looked up worriedly at Foreman. "Something has got to be done about this."
Between sobs and gasps, Cameron said, "This isn't the first time he's said something like this. But really, in front of a patient who agrees with everything he says? And don't all insults have to be based in some truth?"
"The patient has a neurological disorder. The functions in his frontal lobe have been malfunctioning, thus hindering his ability to process his own thoughts and therefore agreeing with anyone who is persuasive."
This time, both Chase and Cameron looked up at Foreman, with a look that plainly said "You are not helping this situation at all," and then Cameron once again burst into another round of fresh tears. The three of them were in the janitor's closet, where Cameron had run to after being tormented by House. He had called Cameron a zitty cow, and then to make it worse, their patient had agreed with various other fat jokes and some 'ugly' insinuations ("Nice mask. Just in time for Halloween!")
Cameron was balled up in fetal position, bawling her eyes out while Chase cradled her in his arms. Foreman was standing awkwardly under the shelf of toilet cleaning solution, trying lamely to cheer Cameron up.
Chase hugged Cameron tightly, and wiped her eyes with the Kleenex he found in the closet. She breathed deeply a couple of times, and was finally able to stop crying. "Let me clean you up a bit…" said Chase, wiping her cheeks clean, giving her a Kleenex to blow her nose into, and fixing her rumpled hair. Standing up in the cramped closet, he said, "Are you all right? Here, let's go talk to Cuddy. She'll kick his ass good."
Cameron looked up and smiled weakly at him, then pulled herself up using an extra large trash can. She stumbled as she was standing up, and Chase grabbed her by the waist to steady her. "Woah, you good?" he said. She felt Chase's reassuring breath on her neck and his strong hands on her stomach and felt very smiled back at Chase, and then stood up straight and stretched. Chase was looking at her lovingly. At that moment, they were both thinking, Wow. I never noticed those eyes.
Foreman opened the closet door and held it for Cameron and Chase, and resisted the temptation to dart from the scene. He hated deep, emotional moments. He just never knew what to say.
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Cuddy exhaled sharply. "Well." She looked at the entire diagnostics team standing in front of her, sans House. They had just explained to her in great detail what had occurred. She stifled a laugh when she heard about "Gorillas in The Mist being filmed in her shower," and again when she heard that people "put out her flaming face with a fork." But for Cameron's sake (who looked seriously distressed), Cuddy began to walk out the door. "Chase, grab the keyring on my desk. Ten bucks says House locked the doctor's lounge."
"Deal!" Foreman nearly shouted. He was always one to take up bets.
Cuddy tried the key on the door a few times, but she wasn't able to open it. She looked at the key, but could find nothing wrong with it. Finally, she yanked the door open and was amused to find the lock on the other side covered in mauled paperclips and some pink, watermelon-scented goop. She and the team walked in, ready to confront House, when they heard a slam behind them. Chase had closed the door. Wilson looked at the door with an extremely worried face.
"What?" snapped Chase.
"That wasn't a very cleverly designed device. I think you just locked us in here."