It had all started with a patient that had been admitted in. It seemed at first they were just suffering some wound- but it ended up that they had some sort of infectious disease- which you had unfortunately caught.

While being in the isolation zone in the hospital the other patient had died from the infection; meaning you were next on the chopping block if House and the team couldn’t find out what was wrong with you in time.

“The biopsy didn’t work last time…” You muttered as you looked your husband through the glass wall that separated you both. “…Do another one.”

“Another biopsy at this point is too risky.” House stated as he looked right at you, observing how you were leaning most of your body weight on the glass wall and how your breathing was shaky and heavy.