You put the file on the table.

You found yourselves in House's office trying to diagnose a young woman who had hallucinations and fever.

"Not autoimmune syndrome, it must be something cerebral" you said, pointing to the file.

You plopped down in the chair next to Chase, you had just come back from surgery, so you were tired.

You closed your eyes listening to what Foreman, Cameron and House were saying.

"How are you doing?" Chase asked mumbling