A/N: Sorry this took so long! Here's the next chapter! Please read and review!
Disclaimer: see chapter one
Cuddy was having difficulty concentrating on House's barrage of questions and put a hand to her eyes to shield the light from the open window. The same window that she had been watching those children… "House." at the sound of Cuddy's voice House stopped talking and turned away from the whiteboard and towards Cuddy. "Have there been any new patients admitted into the emergency room?"
Cuddy's question intrigued House and he couldn't help but question it. "I don't know, why?"
Cuddy seemed relieved and dismissed House's question. "Nothing."
House narrowed his eyes and continued to find more of Cuddy's symptoms. "What were you doing before you came down to the clinic?" asked House.
Cuddy shook her head, "I don't know, working?" her hand was still up beside her face, shielding her eyes. "Can someone shut the blinds?" she turned her head even farther away from the window.
Cameron made her way over to the window, but House's voice stopped her. "Wait." House walked over to Cuddy's bedside and shone a light to Cuddy's pupils. She reflexively recoiled almost instantly and swatted the light away with her other hand. "Visual sensitivity to light." House stated out loud as he added it to the list of symptoms on the whiteboard and Cameron finally closed the blinds, much to Cuddy's delight.
"You didn't have to shine the light in my eyes, you could've just asked me." said Cuddy, drowsily.
"Oh really," replied House, "well, what else can you tell me?" Cuddy only sighed and relaxed further into the hospital bed. "Seriously, I need something to work with here." prompted House.
"I don't know okay! Just leave me alone!" Cuddy's sudden outburst startled everyone in the room. The silence now enveloping the room was broken with the squeaking of dry erase marker on the whiteboard. "Irritability." House mumbled, "Not to different from the usual." Chase couldn't help but give a small smirk at the comment.
"This is ridiculous! I have to much work to do for this!" Cuddy began to take the IV's out of her arm and sat up a little straighter. By the time she had swung her legs over the edge of the bed House was by her side and blocking her way to getting off the bed. Cuddy groaned in frustration and swung her body around to get off of the bed from the other side, only to be met by Wilson. She threw her hands up in defeat and lay back in bed. "Fine! I'll stay. But please just leave so I can get some rest." Cuddy appeared to be more relaxed now and House and Wilson backed away from her bedside. Without notice, Cuddy jumped up suddenly and was on her feet moving towards the door within seconds. Before anyone could react, Cuddy swayed back and forth and stumbled a few times before falling to the ground. Chase and Foreman were first to her side and helping her up and back into bed.
"That's enough for now." House knew he wouldn't get anything else out of Cuddy when she was like this and decided to leave her alone as she requested. They left Cuddy's room the very same way they entered, with House leading and Chase trailing behind everyone carrying the whiteboard. Only this time it had more symptoms scrawled on it.
"Now that's why I don't see patients." commented House when they returned back to the conference room.
They were all back in their original places as if they had never left at all and staring intently at the whiteboard, which House had added some new symptoms to.
'Seizures'
'Vomiting'
'Memory loss'
'Confusion'
'Hallucinations'
'Loss of consciousness'
'Visual sensitivity to light'
'Irritability'
'Drowsiness'
'Clumsiness'
"So we've ruled out trauma and drug abuse. What else could it be?" House was a little disappointed at the visit to Cuddy's room. Usually his patients would present with some huge symptom that would ultimately lead to solving the case. But Cuddy's symptoms were just so subtle. Well, besides the seizures and hallucinations, but those hadn't presented recently. It could be almost anything.
"Well with all those symptoms it could be anything." Cameron stated.
"Really? I didn't know that." House replied sarcastically, "But I thought your job was to diagnose patients not state the obvious. How about something a little more specific."
The beeping of about three pagers prevented Cameron from responding. The doctors looked at each other worriedly and bolted out of the room hastily towards Cuddy's room once again.
A/N: Hmmm…well what do you think? I think the next chapter is where things will get really interesting. :D