Foreman, Chase, and Cameron were together in the meeting room, arguing over the newest set of symptoms the 17 year old girl had. "Foreman, you can't just ignore symptoms that don't fit your diagnosis!" Cameron was yelling across the table.

"So you want me to come up with something that will explain all the other symptoms and this acute onset of diabetes?" Foreman shot back with his arms folded. He was so smug.

"Well, what about canciplasticamiotosis?" ventured Chase. "That could explain everything."

"No, it couldn't," said Cameron sternly, "You are both forgetting about the heart palpitations and the pregnancy."

"Hey," beamed Foreman, "what about cancer?"

"That could explain why things aren't matching up the way they should..." added Chase.

"Cameron, any objections? No? Okay then, go take these tests over to Dr. Wilson and get his opinion about the cancer," ordered Foreman, handing Cameron the files.

"What? Why should I take these to Dr. Wilson?" Cameron objected, shoving the files back at Foreman.

"Because we need a second opinion, and he happens to be a cancer expert. Would you rather we just started treating the patient without being sure? Go get his opinion!"

"Why don't one of you do it? Chase?" Cameron was desperate. She couldn't see Wilson right now, it would just be too strange. She didn't know what to do.

"Sorry, Cameron, I have to get down to the clinic," lied Chase.

"And I am busy in the lab," added Foreman, "Just go."

"Fine!" Cameron snatched the files back from Foreman and stormed out of the room.

"What is her problem?" Foreman mused.

"It's probably because she's sleeping with him," said Chase.

"What? Sleeping with Wilson? You've gotta be kidding me. I don't even know where you would get that idea."

"I've seen them leaving the hospital together the past two nights," said Chase, looking down and wringing his hands.

"So? Her battery died and he jumped it for her. Who cares why they were together? Sorry, man, but I just don't believe your theory. You've gotta have more proof than that."

"Well, maybe I will!" shouted Chase as he left the room in an emo tantrum.

"It's like I'm working with kindergartners!" fumed Foreman as he sat down and tossed a paper wad into the trash.

"Hey," called a voice from the hall, "only I can do that!" Foreman looked up to see House limping away down the hall.