In a conference room in Princeton-Plainsboro hospital, four doctors are wasting their time away. Foreman sips coffee, Taub reads a newspaper, and Kutner and Thirteen are locked in a battle of arm wrestling, which, after about a minute of struggle, is won forcefully by the latter.
"You're really awful you know. It's like, you losing to House in the 50 yard dash." She raises her eyebrows with a smirk.
He just shrugs and tries to hide the little bit of pinkness building up in his cheeks.
Suddenly, the aforementioned "runner" walks in appearing hurt—"Aw, Thirteen, you don't think I'm a good runner? The cane can give me surprisingly good leverage.
"Nineteen year old female presents with seizure. Go."
After a moment of silence, Foreman slowly tries: "So—she had a seizure. Feed her something and then send her home. I must say, House, you're down on your game."
"I'm sorry bro. I musta left some stuffs out." Foreman rolls his eyes as he always does when House acts like a racist bastard. "I forgot to mention that she seizes almost every 30 minutes, and she's vomiting. Now doesn't that make it a little more interesting?"
"Epilepsy?" Taub tries.
"No history."
Thirteen: "Drugs?"
"Tox screen is clean."
"Did we get an MRI of the brain?" Kutner asks.
"Not yet. Probably something going on in that pretty little head of hers. Until we get some more information out of this little sickie, that's all we got." House begins to limp out, with an unusual bounce to his step. He peeks back into the room. "Oh yeah, and did I mention that she was my hooker? Awesome!"
Taub and Foreman exchange less than shocked glances, Thirteen heaves a huge sigh, and Kutner grins a little bit.
Meanwhile, down in the ER, Cameron wipes the blood off of her patient's forehead. "Hi, I'm Dr. Cameron," she coos. "You're in the hospital, but we're going to take care of you. Do you remember what happened?" Once scared little Tommy is calm and in a morphine-induced slumber, she approaches the blonde hunky surgeon that's been waiting at the entrance for the past six minutes.
"Hey," she says with an exasperated sigh of relief as they share a quick kiss. "What's going on in the world where not everything belongs up a patient's ass?"
He laughs as she tries to fix her hair as it stands on end. "Not a whole lot of any importance," he replies in his recognizable dialect, "but there's more gossip traveling around the nurses' station today, and it involves House kissing Cuddy the other night."
Cameron suddenly perks up, an unmistakable wave of resentment washing over her. "Oh?"