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A/N: Oh look, an update! And it didn't take two months this time! Thanks for all the great reviews from last time; I'm glad you haven't completely given up on this story. Speaking of stories, I've started writing another one - but don't worry, this story will have priority until it's finished, which should be another 2-3 chapters depending on how things go. If you're interested in checking out the other story though, it's called I Will Follow You Into the Dark.

A/N: Melissa, what can I say? I'm amazed you're coherent after only four hours of Z's? I hope this chapter didn't cause more emotional heartache in the Grey's aftermath? I brain you?

"Nomzamo – Hey, Nomzamo!" Cameron ran to catch up with the teenager and the nurse leading her away. The nurse stopped and turned around as Cameron reached them. She looked at Nomzamo; the teenager looked terrible. Her eyes were red as though she hadn't slept in days. She swallowed hard and asked, "Where's Sipho?"

Nomzamo didn't answer. She didn't even blink. Cameron tried again. "Is he here?" Again, Nomzamo did not respond. "Nomzamo, is he here?" Cameron repeated, louder this time. Nomzamo stared at her for a long time before slowly shaking her head.

"Is he at home?" Cameron asked urgently. Nomzamo nodded. "Is he alone?" she continued. Cameron couldn't help but let some panic seep into her voice; if he was ill, the worst place he could be was home alone. To her surprise, Nomzamo shook her head. Cameron looked at the nurse. "Who would be with him? There aren't any other siblings, are there?"

The nurse – Cameron recognized her as Jenna – frowned. "No, not that I know of. I thought they were alone. Maybe it's a neighbor?"

Cameron nodded absently, her mind racing as she thought of Sipho and how bad his cough had gotten, not to mention House's nagging suspicion that it was TB. She made up her mind in an instant. "I'm going to check on him," she told the nurse.

Jenna nodded. "Do you know where they live?"

Cameron bit her lip and turned to Nomzamo. She bent her knees slightly so that she was eye level with the teenager. "Nomzamo," she said urgently, "this is really important. I am a doctor and I am trying to help your brother. I need you to tell me where you live – where you live and how I can get there." But Nomzamo only stared blankly at her. "You understand English, don't you?" she asked, more to herself than the girl. She knew Sipho's English was very good, but remembered what he had said about Nomzamo not being as skilled as he. "Praat u Engels?" Cameron repeated the same question again in Afrikaans.

"I'll get a translator," Jenna said. She turned and left. Cameron watched her retreat down the hall and then looked back at Nomzamo.

"He's hurt."

Cameron's eyes widened. "Who? Sipho?"

"Yes," she said softly, her gaze directed at the ground. "He is very sick. Please," she caught Cameron's eye, "please, you must help him."

"I will," Cameron said, trying to keep her tone even, trying not to let the sister hear the panic she felt inside. "Just tell me where to go."

"We live very close," Nomzamo said. "That is why we can walk to the clinic. You must go down the main street and then go to the right. Keep going on that path. There will be many houses. It is the one with the red door."

"Red door," Cameron repeated as she waved over another nurse that was passing. "Take her to psych," she instructed the nurse. "She has a therapy session. I am going to her home to check on her brother, who is HIV-positive and might have TB." Even as she said them, the words sounded unreal to her. Sipho couldn't have TB, he simply couldn't. She smiled a reassuring smile she did not believe to Nomzamo and then walked quickly out of the clinic. Even though Nomzamo had told her they lived close, as Cameron walked down the street, it still surprised her how close to the clinic the two siblings lived. It took only five minutes for her to come across the group of homes that Nomzamo had mentioned. She quickly found the one with the red door but approached it hesitantly, suddenly afraid of what she might find when she opened the door.

As Nomzamo had told her someone else was home, Cameron raised her hand and knocked on the thin door. The door was opened a moment later.

Cameron's jaw dropped. "What are you doing here?" she exclaimed.

The man's gruff face was unusually grim. "Just get inside," he said in a low voice. Cameron hesitated, unsure of what was happening, which he noticed. "Get in now - he's circling the drain as we speak!"

She hurried across the threshold, panic gripping at her heart. She followed him into a small living room. Sipho was lying on a cot, wrapped in a blanket, his eyes closed. For one heart-stopping second, Cameron feared he was dead, but then she noticed his chest slowly rising up and down. She looked over to the table where there was a cold compress and a thermometer. At least he was being taken care of…

"How bad is it?" Her throat felt unnaturally dry.

"104," he answered tonelessly.

Cameron swallowed hard and grabbed the cold compress from the table. She slowly approached Sipho and pressed it to his head. He shuddered slightly at the movement, but his eyes remained closed. Cameron continued to watch him as she voiced the question that had entered her mind from the moment she had seen the man in the doorway.

"What are you doing here, House?"

"I had to know."

The emotions she had been keeping at bay came rushing forth and she snapped at him. "You 'had to know' that he's dying? Damn it, House, this isn't some patient at Princeton!" She pressed the compress harder to Sipho's forehead, as though the added pressure would reduce his body temperature faster. "Just get out. Leave! I can take care of him from here."

He didn't head for the door, but instead took a step closer to her. "You don't want me to leave. You're secretly hoping I'll stay."

She could feel her frustration mounting. "I'm not," she hissed.

"Liar."

She glared at him. "Shut up, House. Just shut up. You were right about TB, and now you get to watch him die. Isn't that enough? You never spend time with patients, so don't start now."

"I'm not dying."

Cameron's eyes widened as she turned back to Sipho. His eyes were still closed, but he was touching her left wrist with his right hand. Cameron grasped his hand and squeezed it gently. "Of course you're not."

"Now can I call you a liar?"

Her eyes snapped back to House, but before she could retort, Sipho cut across her. "She's not lying. I'm too strong to die."

A smile tugged at her lips. "Yes, you are," she murmured, stroking his hair. Her hand brushed against his forehead and she pulled back as though she had been burned. "We have to get you to the clinic. You need antibiotics."

"He's never going to make it."

"If you have nothing helpful to say, don't say anything at all," Cameron said without turning around. "You can make it, right, Sipho?" she asked, running a single finger down his cheek.

He opened his eyes. "Of course, Allison," he said. He raised his arms. "Help me get up."

In spite of herself, Cameron's eyes flickered back to House. He shook his head gravely.

"Take my hands."

"Sipho…" she began, turning back to him again. "You aren't going to be able to walk. The physical activity will be too much for your lungs. We'll have to get you to the clinic another way."

Sipho's arms dropped to his sides. "Danny's friend..." he muttered. "The friend has a car."

"Scott?" Cameron recalled. "I can see if he's at the clinic, but he doesn't always hang around…"

"There's no time for that," House said gruffly. He limped closer, hovering above where Sipho lay. "One of us is going to have to carry him. And by one of us, I mean the non-crippled one." He looked at her wrist. "Oh, wait, that makes two of us. Sorry, Simba, guess that means you're toast."

Cameron glared at him. "I can carry him on my back." She waited for House's objection, but when it didn't come, she said, "Help me get him up." To her surprise, he obliged and together they managed to get Sipho up from the cot. He wrapped his arms securely around her neck.

"There you go, little piggy," House said as he picked up his cane. "This fair maiden will carry you all the way home." Cameron threw him a look, but he missed it as he started for the door. He called over his shoulder, "Onward, Girl Scout! If you make it, you earn your saving a dying child in the godforsaken wilderness badge!"

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