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The beeping of several machines and not to mention the needle stuck in her arm wakes Amy up out of being passed out for a moment. The first thing she hears is the voice of her big sister barking orders at nurses. She doesn’t realize that she has an oxygen mask on so she tries to ask what is going on. She doesn’t remember passing out in the middle of the hallway. She pulls the mask away from her face so she can talk. “What’s going on?” The words barely escape her mouth. As soon as she pulls the mask away from her mouth and nose she struggles to breathe.

“Keep the mask on,” Cuddy snaps, “You have pneumonia. We are keeping you here.” Amy tries to pull the mask away one more time but Cuddy holds it in place. “I said keep it there.” Amy rolls her eyes but does what her sister tells her to do. House and the team walk into the room which is cue for the nurses to walk out. They exit the room leaving Cuddy, House, Cameron, Chase, and Foreman to start trying to figure out what is wrong. “She passed out and now she has pneumonia and she can’t breathe on her own and…”

“Shut up,” House interrupts and Cuddy stops talking. “Leave the room now.” Cuddy doesn’t respond and begins to leave the room. “Wait.” She stops. “You aren’t even going to argue with me?”

“I have to go talk to someone,” she says in a daze then she turns back around and walks out of the room.

“Well now that that’s out of the way, let’s get started,” House says to the team who are all still a little unsure of why they are working on the case. The team exchange glances. “Do I have to spell everything out for you? Start running tests.”

“On what? She has pneumonia,” Foreman argues. He begins to leave the room. He has just about had enough of House for the moment. He would find himself another patient to work on, a patient that deserves his service. Foreman thinks that working on Amy would be a waste of his time, his talent, and his knowledge. He walks towards the door but House blocks him with his cane and shoves the chart into Foreman’s chest. Foreman reluctantly holds it in his hands and begins to read. “She has pneumonia, House.”

“Read out loud to the class her last temperature reading,” House demands, still holding his cane in the doorway blocking Foreman from walking out.

Foreman rolls his eyes before reading, “103.5.” While Foreman was reading the temperature House was making his way to Amy’s bed where Chase is standing. He grabs Chase’s hand and puts it on Amy’s arm.

“With a temperature of almost 104 shouldn’t her skin be at least a little bit warm?”

“She is ice cold!” Chase exclaims. He puts his hand back on hers for confirmation.

“Start with that. Run whatever tests you need to, I’ll be back later.” Before he can leave the room Amy grabs his hand. He turns around and looks down at her. She looks up at him and for a brief moment they stare at each other. The lock eyes, Amy forgetting what she wanted to say and House forgetting why he was leaving the room. He slowly reaches down and pulls the oxygen mask away from her face so she could talk.

“Tell Lisa my migraine is back,” she says as fast as she can. She wheezes to catch her breath again and House puts the oxygen mask back.

He slowly nods and leaves the room. He looks back once more to watch his team begin to draw blood for tests. What he doesn’t realize is that Wilson has joined him. They both stand in the middle of the hallway as the team struggles to begin to find out what is wrong with their star patient. House slowly turns his head and realizes Wilson is standing with him and he grows uncomfortable. He doesn’t want anyone to know that he is intrigued by his new patient. It was almost like he didn’t want to leave her side. Wilson is the first person to know something is up. He expects that any moment Wilson will open his mouth to try to analyze once again House’s intentions.

“Tell Cuddy her sister’s migraine is back. You two seem to be so friendly, you can give her the news. I have more important things to do.”

“Like what? Staring in the hallway?” Wilson couldn’t help but tease. There is no way House will be able to convince him any different that he had just been staring into the room although Wilson knows the excuses will come.

“No, like getting gas for my motorcycle, I’m running low.”

“You’re going to just leave when Cuddy’s sister has some unknown illness?” Wilson questions in disbelief. It shouldn’t shock him. Nothing should shock him when it comes to House but Wilson had thought that since House was the one who initiated interest that maybe he would be different around this case. He was wrong. To House this is just another mystery for him to solve. It almost makes Wilson angry at him but he knows that House is House and he doesn’t change for anybody. He doesn’t even answer the question, he just walks away. Wilson rolls his eyes and goes to tell Cuddy the bad news.

When Wilson gets to Cuddy’s office she is sitting at her desk still in a daze. He walks in slowly and sits down on the desk. “Do you think it’s back?” she asks almost scared to let the words leave her mouth as they would be some sort of jinx.

“I don’t think that should be a worry right now. Maybe she just has pneumonia, you never know.” He pushed it off not only because he doesn’t want Cuddy to worry about it but because he has been trying not to worry about it since she was admitted. “House has it under control.” He knows a statement such as that is not the most comforting thing you could say to a person but at this point he would be the best doctor for the job.

“I want you to watch her case closely. Don’t tell House. I am not taking any chances.” She puts her head in her hands. “This is so not what I need right now.”

“If it gets worse I will run some tests of my own.” He wants to reassure her that everything is going to be alright but he doesn’t know for sure himself. “I’ll watch over her.” Wilson leaves the room and makes his way back to Amy’s room. She has her eyes closed but she isn’t sleeping. He sits down on the bed and puts his hand on hers. She slowly opens her eyes and smiles. It makes her feel good that a familiar face is in there with her, not just a familiar face but a friendly one. “I heard about your migraine. Do you want something for it?” She nods her head yes. “If anything happens page me and don’t tell anybody.” He stands up to leave the room. “Try getting some rest.” He takes one more look at her vitals before leaving the room.

In the lab Chase, Foreman, and Cameron are sitting on lab stools. Foreman is staring up at the ceiling. Chase is watching Cameron. Cameron is looking into a microscope. She pulls her head away from the microscope and then looks back into it a few times. “You don’t even know what you’re looking for!” Foreman says.

“We have to at least try testing her. House is going to be pissed if we just do nothing,” Cameron says as she puts another slide under the microscope and squirts a blue liquid into it and looks into it again.

Chase looks to Foreman, “We probably should do something.”

“You could do all the something you want to. Just because House wants to get laid, we have to deal with it.”

“You don’t know that is why he chose this case,” Cameron snaps. Her desperation to not only defend house but to not believe that there is a possibility that he could be attracted to somebody other than her, it comes through in the tone of her voice.

“Yes I do and it is a waste of all of our times.”

“I don’t know. This is House. House doesn’t get fazed by anything,” Chase says.

“So now you’re on his side?” Cameron says as she puts a vial of blood to be tested.

“This isn’t about sides,” Foreman argues, “This is about us doing a job. We were not hired to be personal doctors to Cuddy’s sister. Big deal, her body temperature is off, that doesn’t mean anything.”

“We are here to do what House tells us to do. I don’t agree with it either, but at least I have tried,” Cameron says.

“Do you think that will even matter? He will forget in a week anyway,” Foreman says.

“I don’t know what to think anymore,” Chase chimes in, “House doesn’t just take cases if there isn’t a reason in it for him. I don’t mean getting laid. I mean he needs a challenge.”

“You’re both crazier than House is. You’ll see, she’s on antibiotics, by the end of the day she will be feeling a lot better and we can send her home. He probably thinks this will get him out of the clinic for a while.”

The room is silent for a few seconds before their pagers all go off one by one. As each of their pagers go off they exchange glances with each other. A little surprised to be paged 911 to Amy’s room they are all frozen. Finally Cameron speaks up, “So do you still think nothing is wrong?” Nobody answers her, instead they begin to rush to Amy’s room where Wilson and Cuddy already are with panic on both of their faces. It becomes abundantly clear that there is a little more wrong than pneumonia.
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