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"What made you change your mind?" Wilson asked, walking alongside House in the hospital hallway. House ignored him.

"House, you were set on a diagnosis and then you go in and talk to her and suddenly you have hope again that she'll live; even though you didn't learn anything new from her. What, did she blackmail you into giving her more tests?"

House pressed the button to the elevator with his cane, and turned to Wilson. "I was hoping that if I ignored you, you'd go away." House stepped into the elevator.

"Fine, don't tell me. But Annie has terminal cancer. You're wasting your time with the tests."

"No, I'm wasting Cameron's time," he retorted, slapping the close button with his hand.

The doors of the elevator slid shut. House turned to a random woman next to him in the elevator, and groaned happily, "Aah, relief."

"Tests were all negative," Cameron's voice pierced a thick and loomy silence in House's office. It was dark out, and only a few nurses roamed the halls.

House was leaned back in his desk chair, his eyes closed.

"Then do more," he spoke tiredly.

"House," Cameron said, coming to lean on his desk, "It's cancer."

"Oh, shut up."

"Why do you care all of a sudden?"

House opened his eyes and sat forward, "Question is why don't you?"

Cameron sighed, "No, House. She's just another patient. It's a tragedy. But she's at peace with it and she's twelve." She opened the door and turned back to him, "I'm going home. You should too."

"House, it's 10:00 and you don't even have a patient. Why are you still here?" Wilson took a seat across from House's desk. House was pretending to be asleep, a baseball cap draped over his eyes.

"Are you gonna tell me why you care so much about that girl?"

After awhile, when House realized Wilson wasn't going to leave, he took the cap off his eyes and sat forward again.

"I had a niece, cutest thing ever, who died from cancer. Very touchy subject for me."

"You don't have a niece."

House wiped a nonexistent tear from his cheek, "Not anymore."

"You're an only child."

House sighed, giving in.

"Fine. The girl, Addie or Abby or whatever her name was, she..." House struggled, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly, trying to find the right words, "she said something to me."

"What did she say?" Wilson asked, leaning forward.

House stood up and gathered his briefcase, he crossed the room to leave, and answered Wilson in a very House-ish tone, "Unicorns are real."