Cameron walked through the hospital doors, but not very quick. When she woke up, she awoke to her muscles being sore and stiff. She figured it was from running too much on the treadmill. Not even greeting the nurses and doctors that she passed, she headed towards the elevators. For some reason, she wasn't feeling very friendly today. Quickly pressing the button for the elevators, she tapped her foot impatiently. As the doors opened, she quickly entered the elevator, letting them close slowly behind her.
"I better not be up too late on House's next damn case." Cameron muttered to herself as the doors opened and she walked into the conference room.
Cameron sat at the conference table on her laptop when Chase came in, carrying a tray of bagels. "Hey Cameron." She didn't answer his greeting, her eyes glued to her laptop screen. "Cameron... Cameron."
"What?!" She hissed, aggrivated.
Chase jumped a little in surprise. "I was just going to ask you if you wanted a bagel."
House walked in at that moment, but went unnoticed by Cameron. "No I don't want a damn bagel, Chase... now stop annoying me!"
"Sorry." Chase looked hurt by her words, but just began to eat a bagel.
"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today." Cameron glared at House. "Or is it that time of month? You know women can always get touchy when-"
"Shut the hell up, House! Do you ever stop talking?" Cameron suddenly said, fury and aggrivation in her eyes.
Chase looked surprised at Cameron's outburst, but House just looked amused. Foreman walked in, confused. "What's with all the yelling?"
"It seems that Cameron doesn't feel like being very friendly today." House said to him, and turned to Cameron. "Why isn't my coffee ready?"
"Go make the damn coffee yourself." Cameron spat.
House gave her puppy-dog eyes. "But no one can make it as good as you, Cameron... and I need-"
She interrupted him. "If I make you the frickin' coffee will you shut your mouth?"
He nodded and she got up and walked over to the coffee machine. House stared at her, noticing a slight limp in her legs and how her muscles looked tense and stiff. "So... instead of loving me, you're trying to become me now?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Cameron asked him, confused.
"The witty comebacks, aggrivation, and limp in your leg." House informed her.
She rolled her eyes, and grinned. "Now why would I want to become an asshole like you? Like you said... I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."
"What about the leg?" He asked.
"Treadmill." She stated.
Pouring the steaming coffee into the familiar red coffee mug, she shoved it into House's hands, and sat back down in her seat.
House took a sip of the drink before setting it down and walking over to the whiteboard. "New case."
Chase suddenly noticed the trio of folders sitting in the middle of the table, and saw Cameron eyeing them too. "Ladies first."
Cameron looked at him, confused. "What?"
"The folders." He told her, but she still looked at him blankly. Sighing, he handed one to her and threw one over to Foreman, before taking one himself.
Cameron groaned, reading the symptoms. "House, the kid clearly has the flu."
House shook his head. "Parents said he got a flu shot a couple of weeks ago."
"Everybody lies." Cameron told him. "Wait... you actually talked to the patient?"
House scoffed. "Of course not! I got a nurse to tell me all of the information. There's no way that I would talk to those idiots."
Cameron gazed at the carpet blankly, before focusing her attention back on the case. "I'll go talk to them."
She walked out of the conference room, and Foreman scratched his head. "What's her problem?"
As Cameron walked out of the conference room, she rubbed her forehead in confusion. What the hell has gotten into me?
Stepping out of the patient's room, Cameron sighed in frustration. She could barely contain herself in there from bursting out in anger and frustration. Those damn parents just never know when to stop-
Cameron quickly stopped the thoughts that were running through her head as she accidentally ran into Wilson. "Oh, sorry Wilson."
"It's okay." He replied, and there was an awkward silence. "So... House told me about you're conversation in the office today."
She blushed a little at the mention of it. "It was nothing... I guess I was just a little off then."
Wilson smiled, and his beeper went off. Looking at it, his smile immediately vanished.
"One of your patients?" Cameron asked him as she saw his face expression.
Wilson nodded. "Yeah." Putting his pager back in his pocket, he looked at her. "If you ever want to talk... I'll be here."
She smiled. "Thanks."
Walking back into the diagnostics office, she suddenly felt her feelings of anger, confusion and frustration come back as soon as she saw that the symptoms were still up on the whiteboard, with the patient's name right above it.
"So!" A voice startled her out of her reverie. "Find anything else important on the patient?"
Cameron turned to see House. "Well, if you think that finding out about his love life, allergies and foods he likes, then yes... I did."
"Are you always this crabby?" He asked her.
"What do you mean?" She wondered.
House rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean... crabby... as in grumpy, mad, snappy, aggrivated. Go look it up in a dictionary if you have to."
"I'm just a little... confused... that's all." She mumbled.
House was just about to say something, but was interrupted by Chase and Foreman walking in.
"Tests were negative." Foreman informed House, who didn't say anything. "House?"
"I heard you the girst time, idiot... I'm thinking." House said and Foreman scowled.
Cameron ripped the whiteboard marker out of House's hand and stomped over to the whiteboard. She wrote down three letters, and erased everything else on the board, while the three doctors were watching in surprise and amusement once again. Setting the marker down, she said, "There is nothing wrong with the kid except for a damn flu! And if you had listened to me this morning, you would've known that and treated him for it. So now that you have your diagnosis, I can go home."
She walked a couple of steps before stopping dead in her tracks. She stood there for a couple of seconds, her eyes closed shut, almost like she was in pain.
"Cameron? You okay?" Chase asked her, concerned.
Before she could answer, she fell to the ground, unconscious, as her world faded to black around her.
"Cameron!" Foreman said in surprise, and he and Chase ran to her side. Foreman reached for her wrist. "She has a low pulse... we need a gurney."
"Discharge the patient... tell him he has the flu." House kept staring at the three letters that were written on the whiteboard in Cameron's handwriting. "Looks like we have a new case."