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Chapter Fifteen

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Wilson sat at his usual table in the hospital's cafeteria when he spotted House coming over to him. He politely smiled at his longtime friend when he sat across from him. "So..." he started. "It's TB but it's not TB?" he questioned.

House tucked into his seat and opened his sandwich to check and make sure that there weren't any pickles. "It's complicated."

Wilson pushed his salad around a bit on his plate. "The guy does know how tuberculosis works."

House scoffed. "He's not even a real doctor." He said sarcastically before he returned the bread to his sandwich and took a bite. "He's a human telethon."

Wilson raised an eyebrow at him. "What's your deal with him? You see hypocrites every day, why is this guy so special?"

"You think I have a hypocritical attitude to hypocrisy? The problem is there are 26 letters in the alphabet and he only uses two of them." House leaned back in his seat for a moment and took another bite of his food. "He treats thousands of patients with one diagnosis and already knows the answer to those patients. It's cheating."

"So... it's because he's a useless specialist?" Wilson asked.

"Did I hurt the big time oncologist's itty bitty feelings?" House asked, giving him a pouty faced look. "You're a big help to patients who actually have cancer. Other times you're just annoying."

Wilson smirked. "Was that actually a compliment?" he asked before he chuckled. "Cameron is already rubbing off on you and it's only been a couple of weeks."

House rolled his eyes. "I'm not that soft." He grumbled. This only made Wilson smile wider. "What?" he asked.

Wilson shook his head. "Nothing, nothing... I just see a little bit of a difference in you is all."

House sighed and continued eating his sandwich in silence, wanting to glare at Wilson for the comment but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

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Cameron knocked on Marcus's room before she slid the sliding glass door open with a smile. "Hi there." She said politely.

"Hey." Marcus replied, instantly smiling in return. He watched as Cameron placed a tiny cup on Marcus's tray table. "Levofloxacin?" he questioned, the look on his face instantly changing to concern.

"You have a resistant strain of TB."

Marcus scoffed, his eyebrows almost reaching his hairline. "Wow... you guys just walk in with these." He said as he emptied the tiny cup on the tray.

Cameron shrugged. "Were doctors, it's what we do."

Marcus stared at the pills in front of him. "You know, there's parts of the world where you get knifed walking around with this. I mean, regular stuff's bad enough, but treatment for the resistant strain?" He holds up one of the pills and turns it over in his fingers. "I could get $6 a tablet for this one and I'd take it for two years." He put down that one and picked up another. "Streptomycin, now that's two grand... ten grand for all of these to cure one person." He sighed and put the pill down and continued to stare at them. "I had a patient in Jani once, a mother, had three little boys. She had resistant TB and couldn't afford these pills. She couldn't even afford bread. We gave her the regular stuff and did what we could do for her, but no surprise she died."

Cameron watched him, her face full of remorse. "I-I... I'm sorry." She watched as he continued to stare at the medication and began to shake his head at her.