A/N: Thank you to all who reviewed! Here's the next chapter!
Disclaimer: see chapter one
House swung open the doors of the diagnostics department and made his way over to the whiteboard.
Foreman, Chase, and Cameron stopped what they were doing and simultaneously looked up from their places around the table to read what House was writing.
"That's it?" Foreman spoke up from the head of the table after reading the only symptom listed on the board.
House turned around. "The patient is having seizures. Isn't that enough to deal with?" he said sarcastically, and then added, "How insensitive of you."
Foreman rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm the insensitive one."
House ignored him and gestured towards his team with his hands to get things going. "Well?"
Cameron was the first to speak. "Any recent head injuries or trauma?"
"No…at least I don't think so." At that moment House realized that he probably didn't contain sufficient knowledge of Cuddy to properly diagnose her. She appeared perfectly normal before she arbitrarily started to seize and until he talked to her he wouldn't have any idea of where to begin.
But talking to patients wasn't House's style and she wasn't awake yet, so he would have to carry on with this case in the dark until then.
"No." he said, firmly this time. "What else?"
"Alcohol or drug abuse?" suggested Chase.
"No." House shot that idea down quickly. Cuddy wasn't the type of person to abuse alcohol or drugs.
"Everybody lies." Chase repeated House's words.
"It's not that." House was sure of it. "What else?"
Foreman spoke this time. "Brain tumor."
House imitated a look of surprise. "The neurologist thinks it's a brain tumor!"
House had just about enough time bouncing ideas off of his team and decided to send them off to do something productive.
He looked at his team, "Go get a tox screen to rule out drugs and alcohol and a CT to check for any head injuries before we go digging around in her brain for tumors."
No one moved. "What are you waiting for?" House asked impatiently.
"Who's the patient?" Cameron asked.
"Cuddy." House replied shortly, then added as an afterthought, "Oh, and get her medical history while you're at it."
At their shocked faces, House turned and pushed his way past his speechless team to limp through the doors once again.
A/N: Sorry it's so short but I have other fics that I need to update and not enough time. It'll get more exciting soon, I promise. I have this idea, but I don't know if I'll use it or not. But anyways, leave me a review and I'll make up my mind faster!