House stared at the whiteboard, his cane thumping against the side of the table.

Allison Cameron

irritability

aching muscles/joints

progressive confusion

personality change

severe headaches

House heard the door swing open, and turned his head to see Wilson walk in. "So... any idea what's wrong with her?"

He shook his head. "Not yet... but I will."

Chase and Foreman entered the room. "Anti-depressant pills aren't working, and she hasn't been showing any signs of getting better from the Schizophrenia treatment."

"Well, what makes you think that?" Wilson asked them.

"She's still bitchy as hell." Foreman answered, and Wilson nodded.

"And with the new symptom, I'm guessing that it has to be another illness." Chase said.

House walked closer to the whiteboard. "What if it's two illnesses at the same time?"

"What, you mean like her having something like being depressed and bipolar at the same time?" Chase wondered.

House nodded. "Yeah... it's happened before, why can't it happen now?"

Foreman shook his head. "Becausw the anti-depressant pills weren't working, so its obviously not that."

"What about-" Chase began.

House interrupted him. "Get an MRI for the brain."

Chase sighed, and walked out, Foreman following him.

"Is it always like this when you guys are dealing with a patient?" Wilson asked House.

House nodded. "Yup... this time isn't any different."

Wilson gave him a look. "Are you sure about that, House? You've never dealt with a patient that you've actually known for more than two years. This time could be different."

Cameron entered the MRI machine, with Foreman and Chase watching her from another room.

Foreman pressed the button to turn the microphone on. "Just hold still, Cameron, we'll be-"

"I know what to do, you idiot, I'm a doctor." Cameron snapped.

Foreman rolled his eyes. "Man... she's getting more like House every minute. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I want the old Cameron back. You know, the one that always cared about patients and always wanted to do the right thing."

Chase nodded. "Yeah... this Cameron is so... bitchy."

"Are we almost done? I'm getting bored." Cameron called out.

Foreman sighed. "Yeah... we're almost done."

Back in Cameron's hospital room, Cameron lay in her bed, reading a magazine.

"Hey." Chase said, walking in.

Cameron looked up. "Hey Chase. Did you find out what's wrong with me yet?"

He shook his head. "No, but we're working on it." He sat down in the chair right next to her bed. "So... how've you been holding up?"

Cameron shrugged. "Okay, I guess. It's really boring in here, though. There's nothing to do."

Chase smiled. "We'll find something for you to do. But don't worry... you won't be in here much longer. I'm sure House is figuring out what's wrong with you right at this moment."

Cameron shook her head. "Actually, he's not. General Hospital is supposed to be on right now."

"You know what I mean." Chase said to her, and she smiled. He suddenly frowned. "Cameron... are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" She asked him, confused.

He placed his hand on her forehead, and grabbed a thermometer out of a cabinet, quickly handing it to her. "You're face is flushed and you're burning up."

Cameron placed the thermometer in her mouth.
Foreman walked into the room, the MRI scan in his hand. "Well, the MRI shows us what we already know. So this was a huge waste of time."

The thermometer beeped, and Chase removed it from her mouth, his eyes growing wide. "She has a fever of 103 degrees."

"Oh my god." Foreman said.

"I'm guessing that it's a new symptom?" Chase asked.

Foreman nodded, but gasped as he saw her body beginning to twitch. "Uh oh."

"What?" Chase asked, and turned around to see Cameron violently convulsing in the hospital bed.

"She's having a seizure!" Foreman yelled, and ran over to the call button. "We need help in here, STAT!"

"Make that two new symptoms." Chase said.

Sorry that this chapter is so short! I promise that I'll make it longer next time! Please R/R!