042. Animal
Sloth
Wilson gave House a long, slightly incredulous look. "What did you say he has?"
"Oropouche fever," House replied with smug self-satisfaction as he watched his suited ducklings tending to the man in the isolation chamber.
"And he got it from what kind of animal?" Wilson asked carefully as thought he was sure he was being mocked.
House's lips twitched. "A sloth, most likely via a mosquito or a midge."
"A sloth?" Wilson said. "What? How?"
"He was down in Panama for a week and got really, really unlucky," House replied.
"This is a sloth disease," Wilson said, still with the air of a man who is sure a joke is being played on him.
"Yup," House said smugly. "I really like this guy. He's made my year. This is definitely weird."
"Yes," Wilson said, feeling oddly light headed. He still wasn't entirely convinced that House was being serious.
"I'd better go and track down his loved one," House said, the oddity of the disease making him strangely cheerful. "This thing can be infectious."
With that House limped off down the corridor, whistling to himself and looking almost…jaunty. Wilson watched him go with the feeling of having walked into something decidedly surreal then he slowly turned and walked off towards his office. He had to look this one up.