Entering the conference room, Foreman and Chase sat down at the table, waiting for House to come in.

"Hello, my little ducklings! How is our sick little duckling doing?" House asked as he entered the room.

"She's getting worse." Foreman said. "She has a fever of 103 and she just had a seizure five minutes ago... she's getting worse, and the treatment's not working."

House wrote downfever and seizures on the whiteboard, adding them to the list of symptoms. "What the hell is causing all of this?"

Chase thought for a moment. "What about encephalitis?"

Foreman nodded. "Explains everything."

"Figure out what kind she has... and then treat her for it." House ordered.

"How are we supposed to figure that out?" Chase asked.

House rolled his eyes. "Just use your brains, you idiots. You're doctors, for crying out loud!"

Wilson walked into the office, hearing House yelling. "What's going on?"

"Nothing." Foreman said. "We're just going to check on Cameron."

Wilson nodded and watched Chase and Foreman leave, and then glared at House. "House, leave them alone... you know how involved in this case they are."

"Oh, they're fine." House said. "They're just angry because I'm making them pull all-nighters."

Wilson shook his head. "It's not like you would know how they were feeling right now, because you don't care about anybody else but yourself! You were probably sitting here, either sleeping, watching General Hospital or listening to your damn-" Wilson finally noticed the huge bags under House's eyes. "Wow."

House stared at him, confused. "What?" Wilson just kept staring at him, and House groaned, aggravated. "What the hell are you staring at?!"

"Y-You 've been here all night. Wow... you actually care about-" Wilson was interrupted by House.

"No, I don't care about anyone." House corrected him. "I'm just trying to figure out what's making Cameron sick."

Wilson walked over to the door, but stopped right before he was going to leave. "You may not want to admit it, House, but you do care about her... alot."

Chase and Foreman entered Cameron's room, and noticed that she was sleeping. Chase walked over to her beside, while Foreman stayed at the foot of the bed.

"Cameron." Chase said softly. "Cameron, can you hear me?"

A moan escaped her lips, and her eyes fluttered open, meeting Chase's. "Chase."

"How're you feeling, Cameron?" Foreman asked her.

Cameron shrugged. "I'm okay, I guess... my head just hurts like hell right now." She brought her hand to the back of her head. "I think I bumped it or something."

"It was from your seizure." Chase told her, and Cameron's eyes grew wide with panic. "It's okay... you weren't hurt, only a little bump on the head. You may have some bruises, too."

Cameron sighed in relief. "So, did House figure out what's wrong with me?"

"We think that you may have encephalitis." Foreman told her.

"Encephalitis?" Cameron asked them, and they both nodded. "Well, it fits."

Foreman nodded. "We just have to figure out what kind you have to treat you." Cameron nodded. "Have you had the chickenpox before?"

Cameron thought for a moment. "Um, I had them when I was five."

"Well, that rules out one." Foreman mumbled, and scribbled down some notes. "Uhh... have you gotten any mosquito bites recently?"

"No, and it's not even the right season for then to be out, dumbass." Cameron snapped.

"Looks like the bitch is back." Foreman whispered to Chase, who nodded.

Chase stared at Cameron, who was picking at her nails. "It's weird that it came back so suddenly."

"Cameron." Cameron ignored Foreman calling her, and just kept picking at her nails. "Cameron, look at me. Cameron." This time, he tried another approach. "Allison!"

Rolling her eyes, Cameron raised her eyes to meet Foreman's. "What, Eric?"

"If you want to get better, then you'll have to at least listen to what I'm asking or saying." Foreman said, and Cameron just sighed, so Foreman continued. "We're going to put you on dilantin to help with your seizures. We already have you on ibuprofen, meclomen and morphine."

"Huh?" Cameron asked him, confused. "What was that?"

Foreman groaned. "Cameron, were you listening to anything that I said."

"I was listening!" Cameron shot back. "I just... didn't get it, that's all."

"It's just her confusion." Chase said to Foreman, who nodded. "I think it's getting worse."

House sat on the table, staring intently at the whiteboard in front of him, which still had Cameron's symptoms written on it. Focused on what was in front of him, House didn't hear Chase enter the room.

Clearing his throat, Chase set the folder that was in his hands down on the table, right next to House. "She doesn't have encephalitis."

Groaning, House got up and picked up the folder. Skimming through it, he threw it back on the table. "Why'd you give her new medication without telling me?"

Chase shrugged. "Foreman and I didn't think that we would need to."

"Where is Foreman?" House wondered.

"Clinic duty." Chase answered, and walked over to the whiteboard. Picking up the marker, he erased the word confusion and replaced it withprogressive confusion.

House watched him. "It's getting worse?"

Nodding his head, Chase set the marker down. "She couldn't even understand what we were telling her."

House ran his hand through his hair, and sighed. "Get Foreman up here... we're doing another differential."

Foreman walked up to the nurse's desk, picking up a file. Walking into the waiting room, Foreman glanced back at the file to look for the name. "Tamayra Johnson?"

A woman in her fifties got up and walked over to him, but almost got run over by an African man, who was heading for Foreman as well, and was obviously much quicker then Tamayra. "Excuse me, are you a doctor?"

Foreman nodded. "Yes I am. You need to schedule an appointment if you need to be checked out, sir."

"No, no, you don't understand. "I was told to come back to recieve the results of an allergy test that I had taken." He said.

"Alright, what's your name?" Foreman asked him.

"Sanjaya Godamba." The man told Foreman, who scribbled it down on a piece of paper.

Foreman looked up at the Sanjaya. "Do you remember who your doctor was, Mr. Godamba?"

Sanjaya shook his head. "Sadly, no. Do you think that you would be able to get me my tests?"

Nodding, Foreman placed the paper in his pocket. "Yes, but it'll take a little while to locate them." Foreman ripped out another piece of paper. "What's your number, Mr. Godamba?"

"I believe that I gave it to the nurses, and they entered it in their tv." Sanjaya said.

Foreman chuckled. "They're not TV's, sir, they're computers."

Sanjaya laughed. "My apologies. Please give me a call when you get my tests back."

Nodding, Foreman watched as Sanjaya walked away. "Right this way, Mrs. Johnson."

I hope that everybody liked this chapter, my story is now off hiatus! Happy New Year to everyone, as well! Please R&R, and vote on my poll if you haven't already!