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Chapter Sixteen

A couple days later than normal but here's another chapter for you House lovers out there! I hope that you enjoy it. This case is close to closing up, then we'll be seeing what will be next for Ally and Greg... 

(Can I say something about the photo I found though?? hot damn lol)

Cameron walked into Marcus's room and walked up to stand beside his bed. "How're you feeling?" she asked politely.

Marcus grinned at her. "I'm a little weak but I'm okay."

Cameron grinned in return. "You're having a good day. The symptoms will quickly start to focus more on your lungs, you'll find it difficult to talk and eventually breathe at all." She said, trying to guilt him into wanting to take the medication that would save his life.

Marcus just shrugged. "I've been around this disease for quite a while. I know that I have to look forward to."

"I know that." Cameron said. "I just came here to try and see if you'd be willing to accept any treatment."

Marcus quickly shook his head. "No, if you're trying to scare me it—"

Cameron quickly cut him off. "No, palliative treatment, narcotics — Fentanyl patch, morphine drip — whatever it takes." She quickly said. "We can make your last days fairly comfortable."

Marcus reached up and grasped Cameron's hand and squeezed it gently. "Thank you."

Having noticed the scene when House had decided to drop by to see his patient, he shook his head and entered the room. "You want third world treatment?" he asked loudly as he walked to the wall and turned up the thermostat, making the air shut off to Marcus's room. "We can give you third world treatment... boy is it hot in here..."

Cameron looked at House, her eyebrows raised. "House, what are you doing?" she asked him as she pulled her hand out of Marcus's grasp.

"What am I doing?" House asked while he walked up to Marcus's bed and suddenly knocked everything that sat on his table tray onto the floor. "I'm putting everything on the floor of the hut." He said triumphantly.

Cameron crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head. "So you think he's a hypocrite is that it?" she asked.

House proceeded to walk over to the tv and unplug it from the wall. "Hypocrite? No, everyone in Africa's got cell phones or running water." House moved to grab a cellphone that sat on the counter and dropped it into the toilet. "Well now this will just not flush." He said sarcastically as he turned to face Cameron and Marcus once more.

"Do you really think that if you come in here and make it a little hot, make it smell, that I'm just going to fold and abandon everything that matters to me?" Marcus askes, training his brown eyes to meet House's blue angrily.

Cameron looked back and forth between the men and let out a sigh. 'Why is everything a damn match of who can be better than who?' She questioned to herself.

"You are not the same as them; your life is not the same. And you are cheapening everything they're going through by pretending you are." House said sternly as he pointed his cane at Marcus for a moment before he placed it back down to hold his weight again.

Marcus narrowed his eyes. "I am the same, I'm not special, there's no difference between them and me."

House rolled his eyes, his frustration evident in the lines on his forehead. "You can't demand to be treated like any third-world sick person and call a press conference!" he yelled.

"They treat me special!" Marcus yelled back, pointing his arm outside the door of his room. "That doesn't mean I am! Now what kind of selfish jerk wouldn't take advantage of that fact?"