Cameron waltzed leisurely down the hallway, attempting to swallow numerous times, all of which she was left with no success at her many fatal tries. It was bothering her again. Holding a clipboard securely under her arm, she merely wandered about, having nothing much to do but talk to a certain boss of hers.

"Cuddy?" she requested her attention as she walked into the office, shutting the door quietly behind her.

Doctor Cuddy glanced up from the massive pile of papers on her desk, and standing, looked her coworker square in the eye. "Cameron," she said flatly. "What brings you here?" She cocked a brow.

Cameron cleared her throat. "It's Chase," she sighed unhappily, the sparkle in her eye dulling. "Both of them."

"Jealous?" Cuddy chuckled darkly.

"No," she defended, appalled and slightly offended. "I'm worried."

"Oh?" Cuddy was interested. "Why?"

Cameron was reluctant to give her feelings. "I think something's wrong with Emma," she blurted, her muscles tensing, waiting for Cuddy's reaction.

The woman stared at her for a long time, the only thing she heard being the humble, steadiness of her breaths. "Oh," she said, keeping her voice low. "What are you implying?"

As Cameron opened her mouth to speak, hesitantly, though, a man with a cane burst into the room, as he usually did, rather bluntly and aggressively. The girls turned their heads to him silently as he walked to a filing cabinet, singing something to himself as he flipped through the files. "What do you do with a drunken sailor; what do you do with a drunken sailor…" He continued to whistle the rest, oblivious to the words. As he finished, finding the file that he had his eye upon, he took it from the drawer and shut the metal cabinet, walking out of the room, as if nothing had happened.

"Good ol' House…" Cuddy sighed, shaking her head. Taking in a large breath, she asked, "Now—what was it you were going to say?"

Cameron nibbled at her lip, blinking rapidly. "Nothing." It came as almost a whisper, and she removed herself from the office.

The team of doctors assembled into the bleak whiteboard room, all seemingly very unhappy and left in a state of despair.

"My God, you all look like you've died," House observed, coming in last and grabbing a marker to use on the board.

Foreman coughed, clearing his throat as he peeked out of the corner of his eye to the married couple beside him. "I have a hunch," he muttered.

Robert eyed him, raising a brow. By pure serendipity, his wife did not see him, and he and Foreman began to exchange a visual conversation.

Foreman: What's the matter with her? He arched an eyebrow.

Robert: I don't know if I should tell you. He winced.

Foreman: Is it that bad? His eyes widened.

Robert: …It might be. Don't mention it to her, okay? She hasn't told House yet. He held up his hands.

House: You guess better let me in on this or I'm going to fire you. "Pay attention!" he commanded. "Or are you trying to kill this girl?"

They shot their focus to the man in front of them.

House went on. "I got a file on Chapel. Seems she's had numerous ear infections over the past year, one right after the other."

"So maybe it's something in her ear…?" Foreman suggested the obvious.

"She never complained about anything in her ear, now would you let me finish?" House inquired. "Thank you. She's also had a few stomach problems," he added.

"Like what?" Robert wanted to know.

"Stomach flu, butterflies in the stomach, juices going into the stomach and breaking down food," House answered. "You know; the usual."

"House." Cameron's voice was firm, but it shook.

House nodded. "Her parents' parents both died from stomach cancer," he reported. "So we might have to do a little research on the kid's stomach and ears."

Emmanuella spoke up. "She told me…she told me that the reason her parents brought her here was because of a pain in her neck. She said they told her it was a tumor." She slunk back into her seat as she was looked at.

House was yet again the first to speak. "So. We'll look at her neck, then, too."

"Is she sexually mature?" Cameron asked, just for consideration's sake.

"She's ten," Foreman remarked.

"All women are different," Emmy said with pride, looking to Cameron with a grin.

Rolling his eyes, House gave in. "Well fine, if you want to do an X-Ray on her uterus too," he countered.

Robert snickered.