"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 down fever 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 encelphalitis?"

Foreman nodded. "Explains everything."

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

"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."

"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.

"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."

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."
House sat in the exam room, staring blankly at the wall as he listened to the monotone voice of the woman sitting across from him.

"And my nose is all-" The woman didn't even get to finish.

"You have the common cold." House said bluntly. "Go get some over the counter medication."

Nodding, the woman exited the room, passing Cuddy on the way, who walked into the room. "House... you have another patient."

House sighed. "I'll do them after I finish figuring out what's wrong with Cameron."

"House, you need to rest." Cuddy told him, noticing the bags under his eyes as Wilson did. "You look like you haven't slept in days."

"Unlike Cameron." A voice said.

House and Cuddy turned to see Foreman standing in the doorway.

"Pardon?" Cuddy asked, confused.

Foreman placed his hands in his lab coat pockets. "I think that I've found another symptom." House began to look intrigued. "Cameron's been sleeping for practically the whole day for the past three days."

Cuddy shrugged. "She's probably tired from all of the tests you guys have been running. And the medication that you have her on probably isn't helping."

"Except that we don't have her on any medication right now and everytime she wakes up, she has huge bags under her eyes, looking like she hasn't slept in days... kind of like what House looks like right now." Foreman motioned over to House.

"So... another symptom is added... extreme fatigue." House mumbled and stood up, limping over to the doorway.

"Where are you going?" Cuddy asked him.

House glanced over at her. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm going to save a life. Specifically... Cameron's."

"Start her on acetaminophen and antidepressants." House ordered.

Chase rolled his eyes. "House, we've already figured out the fact that she's not depressed."

"Just do it." House said, his tone filled with annoyance. "Chronic Fatigue Syndrome fits all of the symptoms that she has."

"But-" Foreman began.

House interrupted him. "Since when did you idiots start being this annoying and stupid? There's a reason why I'm the boss, and that's because I'm supposed to tell you what to do so you can cure the patient!"

"What's going on?" A soft voice asked.

Standing in the doorway was Cameron, who was holding on to the wall tightly to keep herself from falling over.

"Cameron... are you okay?" Chase asked her, concerned and walked over to her.

Cameron smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"What're you doing out of bed?" House asked her gruffly.

Cameron's smile immediately faded as she heard his tone. "I needed to stretch my legs. I haven't been out of that bed for days."

Foreman's pager immediately began beeping, and he glanced at it. "I'm needed down in the clinic, and so are you, House." They began walking out of the office, but Foreman stopped when he reached where Cameron was. "Be careful, alright?"

Cameron nodded. "Okay." She glanced at House, but he shook his head and immediately looked away and walked out of the room with Foreman."

As soon as they were both out of sight, Cameron turned to Chase. "I was wondering if we could take a walk."

"Are you sure you're up for that?" Chase asked her as he guided her out of House's office.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Cameron held on to him tightly. "Let's head upstairs."

The door opened to the rooftop, and Chase and Cameron walked outside, the light breeze hitting their faces. Stars lit up the night sky, with the moon glowing softly over the lake across from the hospital.

"Wow... it's so beautiful out here." Cameron said, stunned. "I've never been up here at night."

"I've never been up here at all." Chase told her.

Cameron looked at him, surprised. "You mean that you've never been up here? Not once?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I guess that I was so busy with my job that I never took the time to, you know... explore this place."

She smiled and gazed up at the sky. "You know, sometimes I wonder... if..." Cameron trailed off, avoiding Chase's gaze. "Nevermind."

"No, tell me... it's okay." Chase said to her, and rubbed her arm lightly.

"Sometimes I wonder if... if I'll ever be able to find love again." Sighing, Cameron continued. "When my husband died, I felt like I could never love another man... because I thought that if I did, then... then I would just get hurt like I always do."

"Not all men are like that." Chase told Cameron, who shook her head.

"Well... all of the men I've ever dated have always been interested in just my looks... all they want is sex. And... alot of times, they just cheat." Cameron said softly.

Chase sighed. "I would never hurt you."

Surprised, Cameron turned and looked into Chase's eyes. "Really?"

Nodding, Chase walked closer to her. "Really." Leaning in, he saw Cameron close her eyes and leaned in as well. Their lips met in a soft kiss, but began to grow more passionate and intense. After a couple of seconds, Cameron gasped and pulled away.

"Is something wrong?" Chase asked her.

"I... I can't... I can't breathe." Cameron choked out, and she fell to the ground, with Chase supporting her lightly, making sure that she didn't injure herself.

Kneeling down right next to her, Chase began to panick as he watched Cameron begin to hyperventilate. "I need some help up here!"

Please R&R!