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We got a very giggly cop into the ER after being shot by someone he was chasing. Foreman and I having to check, the cop car, personal car, and his apartment. House ran off to the precinct to see what he could find. The cars came up with nothing, getting into the apartment on the other hand. Looking around at the cesspool of an apartment, moldy food everywhere, dishes practically to the ceiling I shudder slightly. 

Taking samples as we wander the apartment, going outside to the small balcony that was outside, pigeons cooing at us as we walk along it testing the meter. Walking into a shed that was outside I raise a brow as I glance at Foreman. The cop was growing weed in his apartment. There was more care in the shed than there was in the rest of the apartment. 

Getting our samples we head back to the lab to get everything tested. "I think I'm going to take a shower." 

"Can I join?"

Looking over to find House he smiles gently. "He's got Legionnaire's disease."

"How'd you know?"

"Leaky AC unit at the precinct, explains everything."

"It takes 48 hours to test for that." 

"Marijuana also explains the cloudy lungs, carboxy, and the happiness." 

"Pot doesn't explain why he's gotten worse since he's been admitted." 

Sighing gently, I look at House. Foreman walks off and House looks down at me slightly. "Seriously, can I join you in that shower?" 

Smirking as I look up at him he returns it. "Sorry, you already have a bum leg, don't need you falling and breaking a hip too." He scoffs slightly before smacking my ass before I walk off. Following me to the elevator he stands in there with me. 

"You weren't worried about my breaking a hip last night." 

Blushing slightly I glance at him. "We were also in the bedroom, not on a slippery surface and I know how you are. You have a hard time watching me get changed, let alone all wet" stepping closer to him I rub my fingertips along the lapels of his jacket. "Being covered in soap would make things even, harder for you." 

The elevator dings as the doors open, letting me walk off as I smile to myself. Turning to the locker room to take the hottest shower known to mankind. Singing to myself as I shower I get out and nearly go through the roof as House is sitting there, tapping his cane as he looks at me for a moment. 

"We've been together for a just over a year, why am I just now finding out about you being able to sing?"

Walking past him with the towel around me, I lean against the sink, watching him stand and walk over. "I didn't think you needed to know. Besides you're more of a musician anyway." 

Pressing his hips against mine, pinning me to the counter his left hand plants itself on the counter, his other one moving my wet hair off my shoulder. He leans down to kiss my shoulder, trailing them to my neck. Looking at him in the mirror as he does, our eyes meeting. 

"You should sing more. It's good." 

Grabbing the cane he had next to us, he smiles gently before kissing me again and leaving the locker room. His limp straightened slightly as he leaves. Shaking my head gently I smile before leaving the locker room. Getting back into the office I smile slightly as they glance at me. 

~ 

Meeting House in the morgue I tilt my head as he's looking at the different coolers with bodies. Finding a body that he pulls out on the drawer, I tilt my head as I watch what he's doing. Pulling a .38 revolver out of a bag nearby he shoots the corpse. Glancing at Foreman as he laughs to himself. Taking the corpse to the MRI we get everything ready for the MRI.

Cuddy comes in and tells him not to start the MRI, to which he pushes the button anyway. The magnet pulls the bullet from the corpse before the hospital loses power. Cuddy gives him a look and we head to the office. Chase gets back and says that the MRI will be down for 2 weeks while they fix the magnet. 

Going to do an ultrasound on the patient's heart looking for a clot, he starts crashing and Foreman laughs as he does. "We clot his blood, he dies, we thin it, he dies." Smiling to myself, I shake my head. Cameron kicking us out before we end up in isolation with the patient. 

House talks to Foreman and gives him his very own thermometer before coming over to me. I'm in a separate room from the other two, as I haven't progressed as much. Looking up to see House he taps his cane as he looks at me. 

"Stop being so worried." 

"But, you might be sick."

"I might be. Foreman is a lot farther than I am."

He nods gently. "I know." 

Standing I walk over to the window as he looks at me. "You'll figure it out, you always do."

"What if I'm too late? I can't lose you." 

I shake my head slightly, looking at him. "I know you can. Just do what you do best. When I'm out of here, I'll sing for you all you want." 

He smile as he nods before giving me my own thermometer and getting the portable MRI. Scanning our brains he compares them to each other. Foreman having increased T2 Attenuation in the cingulate cortex. Which would explain why Foreman was so giggly. Mine was still normal. Sitting on the bed for taking my shoes off and laying down, my hands above my head as I lay there. House orders to have our blood tested, looking for West Nile and Eastern Equine Encephalitis. 

~ 

They biopsied Foreman's brain, he still thinks its a staph infection. Now Joe isn't able to see, which we already knew but now he knows he's blind. He's starting to get pain everywhere. He knows that he's going to die. Listening to them talk I lay on my side. Hoping House would be able to figure out what's going on. Grabbing the notebook that was next to me an a pen, I start writing. 

At first I wasn't sure what to write about, but eventually it came to me. I've never been one for final messages, but it's different when you might end up being one that dies. Cameron and Chase were getting worried. Wilson came by to tell me that House was getting worried, he's being cautious. Something House never was, he most likely feels that this whole mess is his fault. 

It's hard to foresee anything like this happening, even if you're House. Cameron was getting a time line for the disease, Foreman exposing her with a needle. Shaking my head as she glances at me she leaves to Joe's apartment. With the screaming cop in the room with us, Foreman takes a needle and gives the cop more morphine. 

"Just put him unconscious!" 

"He'll still be in pain,"

"Technically, but we wont have to hear about it." 

House and Chase are outside of the room, watching as the patient has Hyperalgesia. Chase comes in and puts him into a coma. Running a hand in my hair as I look at House he looks at me for a moment before walking over. 

"How are you doing?"

"You know all of my tests, my scans. How would you say I'm doing?"

"You're progressing slowly. Which is good."

"You get more time, figure things out." 

He nods before tapping his cane on the glass. Looking at the floor I step over to him before he looks at me. "I love you." 

"Don't tell me that." 

"Why not?" 

"It sounds like goodbye." 

"Greg, love. You'll figure it out." 

He slams his hand against the glass. Sighing gently as I look at him. "What if I don't?! What am I supposed to do if you die?" 

"You will. I trust that big brain of yours." 

He sighs before nodding. Walking off as I watch. Sitting down I smile to myself, if anyone could figure it out. House could. 

~ 

The door opens to my isolation room, lifting my head slightly I look over towards the door, only I can't see. 

"You're not wearing a hazmat suit."

"How'd you know? You can't see."

"No, I just know my boyfriend's cologne very well." 

Hearing him pull a stool over with his cane, he sits down. Holding my head down, unable to see him anyway he speaks. "I went to the apartment." 

"There are better, more fun ways to get my blood pressure up." 

"You have Naegleria." 

Turning towards him I furrow my brows. "That's treatable." 

"I'm starting you on an antiparasitic, you should be fine. Which also means, I can do this." 

House's knees brush against mine as I sit on the bed, feeling his hands brush my skin for a moment before he cups my face. Smiling gently before he kisses me. His stubble scratching me lightly, a feeling I've come to love. Leaning his head against mine, I smile as I reach out to him. He catches my hand before holding it. 

"I told you, you could do it."

"I'm never sending you to a patient's place again." 

Hugging him his head against my chest as I rub his back. "Do you know what the odds of this happening again?"

"Slim to nothing, is still not nothing." 

Shaking my head I lean into him, closing my eyes as I smile to myself. "I love you." 

"I love you too."