Cameron was rushed out of the Diagnostics room on a gurney, wheeled by nurses. House, Foreman and Chase immediately followed, with House trying to keep up with all of them.
"We need to get her to the ICU!" One of the nurses yelled. "Her hearts not beating!"
House's heart immediately dropped, the one part of his body that he didn't even know existed in him anymore. As he saw Cameron being wheeled into the doors of the ICU, he was about to walk through, but he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, forcing him to stay back.
"House, stop... you can't go in there." Wilson told him firmly, but softly.
House sighed. "I know."
Cuddy came running up to them, concern in her eyes. "What happened?"
"Cameron collapsed when we were diagnosing the patient. Now... her hearts stop beating." Chase explained.
"Oh my god." Cuddy gasped.
House, who was staring at the ICU doors, began to walk away.
"Where are you going?" Foreman asked him.
House kept on walking. "Like I said, we have a new case. Time for a differential diagnosis, people."
House, Foreman and Chase entered the room, Chase and Foreman immediately sitting down. House walked up to the whiteboard.
Flu.
Those were the three letters that were written on the board by Cameron. He immediately replaced them by writing her name in black on the board.
Allison Cameron.
House turned to the two remaining doctors. "Alright... symptoms."
"Um, she was acting differently today." Foreman guessed.
House nodded and wrote Personality Change on the board below her name. "Anything else?"
Chase shrugged. "Didn't notice anything else. Maybe we should go check on her."
House nodded once again. "Come back when you find out more symptoms."
Chase and Foreman entered Cameron's hospital room, her heart now stable. Foreman walked over and grabbed the clipboard off of the bed, scanning it for information, while Chase just stood there in the doorway, shocked.
There, was the love of his life, laying unconscious under the white linen sheets, her hair sprawled out around her pale face. She still looked beautiful, though.
Foreman's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Chase."
"What?" Chase asked.
"Chart says that she's had aching muscles and joints and the nurses say that she's been really confused lately."
Chase looked confused. "How would they know that?"
"Well, she seems to get confused when they ask her what five times six was." Foreman said.
"What did she say?" Chase asked.
"Eleven." Foreman answered.
Chase sighed. What the hell is going on?
"Progressive confusion and muscle and joint aching." Foreman announced to House, who was playing with his tennis ball.
House sighed and got up, dropping the ball on his desk. Walking up to the whiteboard, he added the two symptoms to the others, examining them after. "Alright... ideas, anyone?"
Chase thought for a moment. "Schizophrenia?"
Foreman shook his head. "Only explains her personality change, nothing else."
"What about bipolar disorder?" Chase asked.
"That only explains her personality change as well." Foreman explained.
"Go to her room and ask her if she's depressed." House cut in.
Chase sighed. "House, Cameron isn't depressed."
"It fits the aching muscles column." House said to them.
"Yeah, which is only one of many symptoms, House." Foreman shot back.
House took out his Vicodin and popped one in his mouth. "Get her on anti-depressants, and treat her for Schizophrenia."
"But-" Chase began.
"Just do as I say." House interrupted, staring at the board.
Foreman and Chase entered Cameron's room. Chase walked over to Cameron's bed and brushed a stray hair away from her face. "Cam, can you hear me?"
Cameron opened her eyes slowly, finally coming back into consciousness once again. "Chase?"
Chase nodded, smiling. "Yeah... how are you feeling?"
She groaned. "Like shit... I just want to get the hell out of the hospital. I can't stand this shitty food. No wonder all of the patients complain."
Foreman and Chase looked surprised, but remembered that it wasn't her.
"Cameron, we're going to be treating you for Schizophrenia." Foreman told her, and she nodded. "We're gonna need your consent."
Chase held out a clipboard, which Cameron immediately signed. "Oh, and House thinks that you're depressed."
Cameron scoffed. "Me? Depressed? You've got to be kidding me, right? House is just being the stupid bastard that-" Cameron immediately placed a hand to the side of her head, her face scrunching up in pain.
"Cameron, you okay? What's wrong?" Foreman wondered.
"Oh god, my head!" Cameron yelled out, her hands balling up in fists at the side of her head. "Ah, it hurts!"
Foreman pressed the button by Cameron's bed. "We need some help in here!"
"Holy crap... Foreman, look at the monitor! It's going crazy!" Chase said to him. "Something's wrong with her head."
Foreman nodded. "Next symptom... severe headaches."