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Chapter Twelve

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House made the walk to the diagnostics room and his office to find that his patient was sitting amongst his team looking over his own charts and talking about the people he visited in Africa. 'Well this is going to be wonderful.' He sighed as he opened the door and removed his coat and put it over the nearest empty chair and watched as his patient removed a photo out of a folder.

"This is Lemma. He's a huge Knicks fan." Marcus said.

Foreman looked at the photo before he passed it to Chase as he tried to get Marcus's medical history. "You've never had an episode like this before?"

Marcus shook his head. "No." Marcus nodded back towards the photo, "He died last month; stupidly tried to share his meds with his cousin and they only had enough for one." It was then that Marcus noticed that House was standing beside him in the room. "Dr. House, I'm Marcus Grady. He moved to hold out his hand in a greeting. House just looked down at his open hand and sighed before he walked over to the coffee maker and made himself his usual morning cup.

"Patients are not usually here for the diagnostic process." House stated as he turned to face Marcus. He noticed Cameron eyeing him out of the corner of his eye but he ignored her for the moment as he waited for the man to respond.

Marcus raised an eyebrow at House. "Well, I'm a doctor..." he said, before he continued his tangent on his work in Africa. "Listen, I know you guys don't make a lot of money, but–"

Cameron quickly interrupted him. "I wrote your foundation a check last month."

Marcus smirked. "Okay... write another one."

Foreman looked between everyone before her pointed to Chase. "Ask him, he's rich."

Chase quickly shook his head. "My father is, not me."

Marcus nodded and continued with his plight. "Every minute we sit here four more people die of TB."

House scoffed as he turned to write down symptoms on his white board. "How do you sleep at night?" he questioned sarcastically. 'This man is full of himself even if he is helping others.'

Marcus looked over at House incredulously, "There're people dying in Africa of a disease that we cured over –"

House raised his hand and interjected, "Yeah, I know. I saw the concert. Seriously, let's say you sleep six hours; that means every night you kill one thousand four hundred and forty people. I guess you got to get some sleep, but come on, if you'd stayed up another ten minutes you could have saved forty lives. Do you send notes to the families in the morning? That's going to take at least ten minutes so that's another forty dead, another forty notes.... Why don't you go wrack yourself with guilt in your own room?" House stated. He watched as his team looked at him gobsmacked at what he'd said to the man.

"House..." Cameron Said with a sigh on her breath.

Marcus looked at Cameron and held up his hand. "No, it's alright." He said before he turned back to House. "It's alright; I think I will stay right here, watch the differential."

House rolled his eyes and propped his cane against the table. "Chase please tell the patient why it's not good for him to sit in on the differential."

Chase shrugged. "He's an immunologist and a TB expert. I don't see anything wrong with him sitting in with us."

House smirked. "Well that may be useful, but I'll just go ahead and say it since someone here will, it's TB... what is that again?" He paused a moment, smelling something odd hit his nostrils. "What is that smell?"