Wilson fumbled through his locker, not seeing the numerous items he was looking through.

"I've been pushing her way to hard," Wilson thought, "I never should have called her, and today, just now... I didn't expect to see her in here. I shouldn't have said that. The look on her face, she seemed so strained. I am only adding to her stress." Wilson sat down on the tiny bench in-between the sets of lockers. He hardly used his locker, and now he couldn't even remember what he had come in here for.

He sighed, heading for the door, determined to give Cameron the space she deserved.

Cameron sat on a bench outside the hospital, sipping her coffee. She hoped that the fresh air would help to clear her head. When she had seen Wilson in the locker room, she had so wanted to speak to him, to acknowledge what had happened, to be near him, to touch him again...

But she had panicked, not knowing what to say. She had just run away, barely giving him a glance. She wished she could tell him everything she felt. Suddenly she noticed that she was no longer alone on the bench; someone else had sat down. For a moment her heart jumped and she hoped it was Wilson.

"House!" she exclaimed, finally looking up from her coffee.

"Cameron!" he feigned sharing her surprise, "What are you doing out here, you should be working!"

"I could say the same thing to you," she said, disappointed that she was speaking to House.

"Hm, it would seem that some foolish child snuck into the meeting room in the night and broke the coffee pot. I had to get mine from the cafeteria."

"Hm," she said, looking down.

"Why were you here all night?" House asked suddenly.

"I was working on the case!" she said a little too fervently, "I mean... I was working on the case. In fact, I had better head back now," she said standing up from the bench.

House watched her walk away for a moment, and then called after her, "Your mom had better head back now!"

Wilson unlocked the door of his office and set the things he was carrying on his desk. He noticed a folded piece of paper on the floor. It looked like someone had slid it under the door. Maybe it was from Cameron! His heart jumped and he leaned down to pick it up. He read it.

"You suck! I hate you! from?"

Wilson blinked...surely this couldn't be from Cameron. it was far too immature. Still he was a little bit worried that Cameron had lowered herself to slipping childish notes under his door. he wondered if he should ask her about it to make sure. But he had sworn to keep his distance...still...who else might have written the note?

"Ah." Wilson nodded, realizing. "It must have been House. he's the most childish person I can think of. but why would he write this? Did I do something to provoke this from him? I don't recall anything out of the ordinary." Wilson shrugged and considered throwing the note in the trash but instead decided to hang on to it. He would ask House later on about it. He blinked and picked it up and looked at it again. it didn't really look like House's handwriting. it was much neater. The handwriting looked kind of girly. But...surely it wasn't Cameron. It must have been House. maybe he had tried to make his handwriting girly on purpose? The more Wilson thought about it the more confused he felt. He just wanted to know for sure who had written it and why.

Cameron was in the lab with Foremen when Chase came though the door. She felt her heart sink. She didn't need his childish whining right now. She didn't ever need his childish whining but especially not right now. She was surprised when she noticed that he seemed to be smiling and in much better spirits.

Chase nodded to Foremen and stared at Cameron, doing his best to look manly. "Hello." he said.

Cameron blinked at him. "Hello." she was confused about why his voice sounded deeper than usual.

"Do you have a cold or something, Chase?" Foremen asked.

"Yeah, your voice sounds weird." Cameron said.

Chase cleared his throat, loudly. "I have never felt better." He said. "You know, I ate a dozen raw eggs for breakfast and then I ran all the way here while lifting weights." He wiggled his eyebrows and puffed out his chest.

Cameron and Foremen gazed at him with blank expressions. "What?!" they both said.

Chase opened his mouth to respond but was cut short when they heard a noise and turned to see House entering the lab.

"Working hard, or hardly working?" House mused at his employees. "What have we found out?"

"We ruled out Astroblisemia, Quastradilemia, and Poplimesnema." said Foremen.

"Any new symptoms?" House asked.

"She's having hallucinations now." said Cameron.

"Maybe the problem is in her brain." House pondered. "Maybe we need to do a brain biopsy or something. one of you do that!"

"That could kill her!" protested Cameron.

"You know what else will kill her?" said House "Whatever she has. that will kill her too. Oh noes! what should we do? maybe we should do a brain biopsy!"

"Fine." Cameron glared at him.

"I'll do it." said Chase. he figured doing a brain biopsy was pretty manly.

Wilson returned from the bathroom to find another note on the floor of his office. he picked it up and read it out loud.

"I hope you get hit by a big truck and they have to amputate your arms and legs and feed you through a tube! You are a stupid face! from?"

Wilson blinked. "What the hell is with these notes? I had better ask House about it. but maybe I should make sure that Cameron is around just in case it is her. maybe I can check her expressions and see if she looks guilty. I still don't know why she would do this though. But why would anyone do this? it's just weird and childish!"

Wilson put both notes in his pocket and sat down to try to at least do a little bit of work. He hoped he could concentrate