A/N: To the guest reviewer who let me know something was wrong: Thanks!

House laughed incredulously, tapping his cane on the ground. "Wow. You guys are dropping like flies. It'll be an endless stream of doctors in and out."
"Very funny," Foreman muttered, sitting cross-legged on his hospital bed. "Did anyone ever tell Cameron what happened-"

"Tell me what?" she asked, poking her head in.

"You're here," Foreman said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," she said, brushing her hair back with a hand. "Tell me what?"

"About Chase," Foreman replied, loosening his tie. "And me, I suppose," he said, scoffing.

"Yeah. Cuddy called." Cameron looked around the room. Nothing much had changed since she moved out that morning. "I guess you've moved in nicely."

Foreman shrugged. "You can't have it anymore. It's mine now."

House's brow was furrowed, and he pointed a finger at the neurologist. "You loosened your tie."

He gave him a sideways glance. "Yes. Am I not allowed to-"

"You have a fever."

He blinked, perplexed. "Yes."

House had already looked away in thought. "That's faster than the last few patients."

Cameron, on the other hand, was practically hugging the doorway, biting her lip. "Where's Chase?"

"He should be in surgery right now," Foreman said, examining his arm again.

"What even happened?" she said in disbelief, taking a few slow steps into the room.

"House," Foreman said, moving his head toward him without looking.

Her head snapped to face the accused. "Well, what did you do?" Cameron exclaimed, outraged. "Punch him?"

"Poked him, actually," House said with a shrug. "Bled all over the nice lab floor. Luckily, no carpeting."

The image of Chase sprawled out on the ground bleeding half to death was not a comforting one. "He could sue for assault," Cameron retorted, irritated.

House laughed at the idea. "He won't."

She marched up to him. "And how are you so sure of that?"

"Well, Ms. Uptight," House said, pretending to be in thought, "remember that one time Chase caught us making out on the diagnostics room table naked?" He looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Oh wait, no, no you don't..."

Cameron glared at him huffily, crossing her arms. He was joking. There was no way. That couldn't have happened. She honestly didn't know, and that just fueled the fire blazing in her chest.

"Didn't happen," Foreman said, running a finger over the bumps on his arm. He poked some of them cautiously, frowning intently.

Okay. Good. Cameron shot a final displeased stare at House before looking over at the arm, quickly recognizing the patterned red bumps. "Caught the mystery disease?"

"Mhm..." Foreman nodded. "They don't really hurt, but they kinda... burn."

Fletcher walked in clutching papers, sliding past Cameron in the doorway. "So, I ran some identifying tests on the blobby thing, and... well... it's-"

House snatched the paper from her, glancing over it quickly. "Survey says..." He looked closer, frowning. "... a parasite." He paced the room, deep in thought. "Now where would it be hiding?"

Fletcher slowly put down the arm that had been holding the papers. "Judging by the presentation of the rash, check the arms?"

House nodded and walked to the table, picking up a syringe. "Foreman, give me your arm." He grabbed it, sticking the needle into one of the bumps before the neurologist could respond.

"Ow! Hey!"

A tiny bit of liquid was sucked out, and House held it under the light, shaking the syringe. White, filled to the brim with little grainy bits. "You know what that looks like to me?" He glanced around at the team's hesitant faces before rolling his eyes. "The other thing."

Cameron squinted at the liquid. "They almost look like... eggs."

House nodded. "Hey newbie," he said, holding it out, "figure out how to kill this."

Fletcher took the syringe somewhat warily, holding it at a distance while leaving the room.

"I," House said, limping to the door, "am going to buy a Reuben. If Foreman suddenly explodes, you know who to call." He limped briskly out before either of them could respond.

Cameron watched him disappear down the hall, perplexed. "He's being awfully flippant about a disease that literally killed a guy yesterday."

Foreman shook his head. "He shouldn't have died. I-" he sighed, looking away.

Cameron squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "I'm sure you did all you could. Maybe he wouldn't have died at that exact moment, but... we don't even have a cure right now."

Foreman sighed. "Yeah. I know." He looked out the door, rubbing his goatee. "I don't think he's buying a sandwich."