Cameron stood in the dimly-lit lab peering into a microscope. She had been blankly staring at the girl's kidney cells for the past half-hour. She hated these cases. Whenever patients came through the doors of the hospital, she just wanted to stick a band-aid on them and give them a lollipop. Yet, she knew if she wanted to be a serious doctor, she would have to deal with the pain of not being able to fix everything.
"Isn't that why I came to work for House in the first place," she thought to herself, "so that he could teach me how to stop caring so much about people...?" She knew she had a long way to travel; she was helplessly drawn to the sick and afflicted.
"Cameron," a voice jolted her out of her reverie. She spun around, hitting her eye on the microscope as she did.
"Oh, hi, Chase. I didn't expect to see you until the next episode. Cardiac episode that is."
"Yeah, I know I was a bit grouchy earlier, but I am doing better now. Besides, I can't really afford to miss much more work. Lately Cuddy has been pestering me about my attitude."
"What, because you keep siding with House on things?"
"Yeah, that must be it. Hey, how late do you think you will be tonight?" As Chase asked this, he did this strange sort of hair toss thing in Cameron's direction.
"It all depends on whether or not we can crack this case. We still can't explain the fever, and the hives don't even seem related–not to mention the boils."
"Oh, well, I guess I will see you around then," Chase said heading for the door.
"Wait, did you have plans or something?"
"No," Chase said, opening the door, "ha ha, it isn't like I was trying to ask you out or anything..."
"Well, that was strange," Cameron thought to herself as the door closed behind Chase.
Wilson sat in his office. It was late; even House had gone home already. Wilson once again straightened the charts on his desk, mindlessly. He couldn't stop thinking about his woman who had come in for an exam today. It turned out she had an inoperable tumor on her spine and only had a few weeks to live at the best estimate. These cases tore Wilson up inside, and what made is worse was that he had no one to confide in about it. He felt disgusted at the knowledge that House was his best friend, and was definitely not someone he could talk to about this type of thing.
As he again shifted the files on his desk, Wilson heard shoes clicking in the hallway. "There is no way Cuddy is still here," he thought. But then the door opened and he saw who it was.
"Wilson! I am so glad to see you," Cameron said, flushed. Wilson could see a line of sweat on her brow, and she was breathing hard.
"Hi, Cameron, what's going on?" Wilson shifted in his chair.
"It's my car," she whined, "I left my lights on all day, and now the battery is dead. I've been running all up and down these offices hoping to find someone still here. I was hoping you could give me a jump," she said breathlessly.
"A jump? Oh, sure. I would be happy to help. I was just getting ready to head down to the garage anyway," Wilson said quickly rising to his feet and stuffing random files into his briefcase. "Shall we?" He said, opening the door for Cameron.