You want me to Date You?

Chapter Two

Cameron sighed to herself as she and the rest of the team all sat in the diagnostic's meeting room around the white board once again, trying to figure out the problem with their patient.

"Well the EMG was clean."

"Well, based on the history Foreman took it's either toxic herbs from the homeopath that he went to, spinal damage from the chiropractor, infection from the needle that the acupuncturist accidentally let sit in eye of newt, or the Shen balancer. What the hell is a 'shen' and how come it's lopsided?" House questioned as he propped his cane onto the white board.

Chase leant forward, resting his elbows on the table. "The only thing that we found was in the echo that we took, he has mitral valve prolapse."

Cameron tapped her pen against the side of her clipboard. "An aneurism caused by trauma to his jaw perhaps? He had to break it somehow."

Foreman scoffed. "What trauma? The chiropractic treatments? It's bacterial endocarditis, an infected valve which caused the stroke. We should do blood cultures to confirm."

"When I listened to Harvey's left carotid I noticed a small bruit. You could hear that if you had an aneurysm from trauma." Cameron said.

"The angiogram was clean; it would have been on there." Foreman stated.

Chase held up a finger, "Not necessarily."

House rolled his eyes and leaned over to grab his eight ball that sat on the book shelf next to him and began to shake it. "Do we go with Foreman's theory, which is at least supported by medical test results, or should we go with Cameron's theory, which is completely unsupported by medical evidence? What to do..."

Cameron sighed, "This man has broken his jaw somehow, and who knows what else he has gone through."

House looks down at his eight ball, "All signs say... Sorry, Cameron, but we are following Foreman today, start our guy on antibiotics and blood thinners."

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House sat at his desk in his office, scrolling through websites on his computer. 'Where do I take someone on a date? I haven't done this kind of thing in years.' Soon he was finding himself looking at the website of a nice Italian restaurant, deciding to make a reservation.

"House?" Cameron called, tapping on the doorway as she stepped into the threshold of his office.

"Yes?" he asked, looking up quickly, tilting the screen away from Cameron's sight.

"Umm, well our patient has a dominatrix friend, caught her choking him in his room."

"That's entertaining; still put him on antibiotics and blood thinners."

"You still think I am wrong?"

"If he is dealing with a dominatrix I am leaning more towards your theory actually."

"Then we should schedule him for vascular surgery. Go into the carotids, find the aneurysm and repair it."

"But if Foreman is right bacterial endocarditis and we do the surgery it'll kill him. Put him on blood thinners and if he has another stroke then do the surgery."

"Alright..."

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"Patient is finished in exam room two." House stated as he placed the file onto the nurse's station desk. Glancing to his right he spotted Dr. Cuddy walking in his direction 'Great, the great dean of medicine is here to mock me'. "Kind of busy here Cuddy."