A/N: I forgot to disclaim. So here: I do not own House (although I would enjoy it if I did so)
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"I have lupus and appendicitis?" Eve asked.
"House thinks so," Wilson replied. "It matches your symptoms."
"And what do you think?" she asked.
"I'm not sure. The x-ray showed no inflammation of your appendix."
"Am I going to have surgery?"
"Yes."
Wilson paused. They stared at each other. "You'll be fine."
"You trust him?"
"I do." Wilson stood up and kissed Eve's forehead. He could feel the warmth of her fever.
House watched this from the corner of the hallway. He looked down at his feet, and then walked away.
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"Since when do you care about a patient being in surgery?" Dr. Chase asked House.
House avoided the question. "I just want you checking her appendix for signs of inflammation."
House went up in the observation room to watch Chase work.
"Are we ready?" Chase asked his team. He looked up at House and nodded.
Chase sliced Eve's abdomen open and looked at her appendix. "It's fine. No signs of inflammation."
House saw blood coming from between her legs. "Check her rectum," he said to Chase. Chase looked confused, but checked anyways.
"She has a bleed."
"Look at her large intestine," House said.
Chase did so, and stared back at House. "There are diverticula."
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"I was wrong," House said to Eve. "You don't have appendicitis."
"So what do I have?" she asked.
"You still have lupus. But you have another infection called diverticulitis. It's common in people over 40, but since you are obviously not that old, this makes an unusual case. "
Eve looked at him with a worried face.
"You'll be fine," House added. "We'll put you on some antibiotics for diverticulitis and ibuprofen for lupus. You should recover in a few days."
Eve sighed. She smiled up at him. "Thank you, House."
House nodded and left the room. Cuddy came down the hallway and stopped him. "Hyper-active hand-eye coordination? Is that a new condition?"
"I thought it made sense. The kid played too many videogames."
"He has thumb arthritis!"
"Oops."
House started walking away. Cuddy followed after him.
"The mother was very upset. She could have sued us."
"I did nothing wrong. I gave the diagnosis I thought was right."
"No, you gave the diagnosis that wouldn't waste any of your time," Cuddy argued. She stopped him. "Just because you have an attractive patient doesn't mean you can neglect your other ones." She stormed back down the hallway.
House looked after her and grunted. "Does everyone think I like her?"
"I would say 'yes'," Wilson said from behind him. House turned around.
"You like her, too," House said.
"Ah, so you do like her."
"Damn. I just had to use that adverb." House started walking away from him.
"She's my best friend. I'm not attracted to her like that," Wilson explained.
"I think she's attracted to you. Don't you notice how her face lightens up whenever she sees you?"
"Don't you notice that's the same case when she sees you?"
House stopped. "I'm helping her. She sees me as her savior." He looked around. "Where's my team?"
"Their shifts ended an hour ago," Wilson replied. "So did yours."
House looked at him. "Are you staying tonight?"
"Yes."
House nodded and walked away. He signed out at the front desk. As he reached his motorcycle, he looked back at the hospital. He then sped off into the night.
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House played his piano quietly. The sound drifted out of his open window.
He was interrupted when his phone rang. He reluctantly got up and answered it.
"This is House."
"It's Wilson. Eve's suffocating. It's got to be something else."