House pushed open the doors to the diagnostics break room with such force that the glass could have shattered. Fortunately, the doorstop prevented this from happening and House limped hastily in a straight path towards the whiteboard, his team watching him the entire way. All this kneeling on the ground next to Cuddy's unconscious body really took a toll on his leg and he was now limping more predominantly against his cane. The dry-erase marker squeaked rapidly as House added more symptoms to the board. Foreman, Chase, and Cameron looked at it carefully before speaking.

'Seizures'

'Memory loss'

'Hallucinations'

'Loss of consciousness'

"Could be-" Chase started.

"Wait!" interrupted House, "First, tell me the results of the tests."

Chase spoke up again. "Tox-" House interrupted him yet again.

"-Screen was negative." He said dismissingly. 'Of course it was negative.' thought House. "What else?"

The only thing Chase wanted to do now was get a complete sentence out. "CT revealed-"

"Eh," House smiled as Chase moaned loudly and sunk lower into his chair, crossing his arms in defiance.

"House!" Wilson had joined the room to sit in on Cuddy's diagnosis and was leaning against the wall next to the door. "That isn't going to help Cuddy."

The smile disappeared from House's face. "Right." he said quietly. "Go on." he nodded towards Chase. The only thing he got in return was a scowl and silence.

Cameron took that opportunity to speak in Chase's place. "The CT revealed nothing."

House concealed his concern moderately well. "Alright. Did you get her medical history?"

"Right here." Foreman extended his arm to give House Cuddy's medical file.

House flipped it open and scanned over it quickly. 'She's perfectly healthy.' House was at least hoping that there would be something in her medical file that could help them diagnose her."Well, what else could it be?" he said it so quietly that it was almost as if he were speaking to himself. They weren't thinking fast enough for House and he spoke up louder and more clearly this time. "Come on! What does she have? Chase!" Chase looked up at House. "What were you trying to say earlier?"

"It could be lupus." Chase said hopefully.

House rolled his eyes. "It's never lupus."

Foreman spoke next, "Look, the tox screen and CT were clear. Maybe she just has epilepsy." he said the last part a bit quieter than the rest and the room fell silent.

"Epilepsy isn't a suitable diagnosis." said House angrily. "It's just code for 'I can't figure out what's wrong, so we'll call it epilepsy.'" House threw the dry-erase marker he was still holding down at the whiteboard and headed towards the door.

"Where are you going?" asked Cameron.

"Cuddy's room." he replied, and stopped to turn and look at his team. "We need to know more of her symptoms."

"And you're going to do that by actually talking to a patient?" Foreman said incredulously.

"You have a better idea?" House shot back at him.

"Well, it's just that you never-" House didn't want to waste his time talking about this and turned to walk out the door. Wilson, Foreman, Chase, and Cameron stared at the door confused. Just then House poked his head back in.

"Are you coming?" he asked, more of a command then a question. They all got up and headed towards Cuddy's room. House turned towards Chase, "And bring the whiteboard." Chase did what he was told without protest and followed the rest of the doctors to Cuddy's room.

Cuddy shifted uncomfortably on the bed and moaned in frustration. She was feeling drowsy, but she couldn't fall asleep. She was too confused and her thoughts of why she was here, and what she saw in the park and emergency room kept her awake. She gave up on rest and looked around in confusion. Her eyes fell on the clipboard at the foot of the bed and she made a move to sit up, but instantly recoiled as her muscles protested greatly. She lie back in her bed and turned her head to look out the window.

She had a great view of a grassy area next to the hospital and watched as a couple of children played happily in the sun. She watched them unperturbed while they tossed a soft football back and forth. They missed a couple of times and the ball bounced around on the ground a while before one of the children would run up and pick it up, throw it and resume their game.

The next time one of them didn't catch it the ball bounced unevenly on the ground into the street next to the makeshift football field. The child ran after it as he had done many times before. Only this time he was unaware of the approaching car heading rapidly his way. Cuddy watched on helplessly in her bed. The sun was shining too brightly for her and she shielded her eyes with her hands, turning her head in the opposite direction, the direction of the door. She crooked her head back out towards the window hastily to check on the boy only to find that she was looking at nothing but grass and one lone oak tree. She blinked a couple of times in bewilderment and tuned her head away from the window again, resting her head heavily against her pillow.

The door she was looking at suddenly slid open and House appeared from outside it, his team and Wilson following closely behind. She watched in silence as they made their way to the foot of her bed and Chase set up the whiteboard in the corner by the window where they all could see it. Cuddy remained silent and didn't even give as much as a nod to acknowledge their existence. She didn't even know if they did exist. How could she differentiate between what was real and what wasn't anymore?

She was snapped out of her thoughts by House's voice. She would just have to deal with it for now. And put her life in House's hands. 'I wouldn't have it any other way.' thought Cuddy as House bombarded her with questions.

A/N: Review Please! I need motivation! Any thoughts at all will do. And anonymous reviews have been enabled. I just realized that they weren't before when I thought I'd already changed it, but apparently I didn't. But I fixed it, so there's no reason for you not to review now!