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Chapter Thirteen

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Cameron smirked to herself when she came into Marcus's room to collect him for his stress test. She watched as he stood up and tried to get his gown to cooperate with him before he finally looked at her with a huff. 'House would have a field day.' She thought.

"Could you help me with this?" he asked. Cameron nodded and he turned his back to her so she could tie the gown together in the correct places. "I don't recall asking for a stress test or an echocardiogram." He said.

Cameron nodded as she had him sit in a wheelchair. "What are you going to do, walk out refusing treatment? Corporate sponsors won't like that." Cameron moved to prepare a syringe. "I need your forearm."

Marcus held out his arm to her and she prepared to give him a shot. "What's House thinking?" he asked.

"He's thinking that it could be sick sinus syndrome."

"That's a lot more serious than TB." Marcus replied, watching as Cameron stuck him in the arm. "Is that a PPD?" he questioned.

Cameron nodded, "If it changes color in the next forty eight hours,"

"If House thinks that it isn't TB then why is he testing for it?"

Cameron shrugged. "To cover all his bases I presume."

Marcus scoffed. "Yeah... he doesn't seem like the type of guy to do that sort of thing." This made Cameron smile.

"We have you scheduled for an Echo at eleven." Cameron replied as she grasped the handles of his wheelchair and led him out of his room and towards the elevator.

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House and Wilson stood in the elevator as they both made the descent downward. 'Ugh, I hate the clinic.' House thought before he looked over to Wilson, tired of the silence. "Every minute that we refuse to love one another, another puppy cries another tear."

Wilson snorted and rolled his eyes. "You're just jealous that he's closer to a Nobel than you are."

"Yet I've nailed more Swedish babes, crazy, crazy world we live in."

"Hmm, what does Cameron think of that?" he asked getting a glare in response, which made him chuckle. "It's not just Stockholm, you know. It comes with a cash prize too."

House chuckled. "Seriously? No wonder everyone's going after that peace thing." He said sarcastically as the elevator dinged and they both stepped out into the lobby and they began to walk towards the clinic.

"The man cures thousands of people every year, you cure, what? thirty? Forty?" Wilson asked.

House raised an eyebrow at Wilson. "Burger King makes a better hamburger than your mother because they make more?"

Wilson raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Ahh, I get it now, you don't like the man because the lives you save are better than the ones that you save."

They both walked in the front doors of the clinic and House grabbed the top folder on the nurse's station before he turned to Wilson. "Sure, that's the reason. Nobel invented dynamite. I won't accept his blood money." Wilson rolled his eyes and grabbed his own file before he walked off. House opened the file that he held before he announced the name on it out loud and walked into the nearest open exam room.

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It was an hour later when House emerged through the clinic doors after finally seeing the last patient that he needed to see for the day. 'Ignorant people I swear...' He huffed and looked towards the elevators to see Foreman walking up to him.