Hi guys! I don't remember when I updated the last time, so I'm sorry if anyone has waited a long time. When I write I just do it without any idea of how it's going to end and that's kind of the case now :-) So if you have any ideas of how you want to see it end I'll be very happy to hear them. Otherwise I don't know if I can end it.

Wow, that just sounded like blackmail, but I guess it is :-)But for now please enjoy this chapter!

Lisa sat and observed the figure laying on the couch. How hard it must be to have gone through all of this. No wonder she had turned to drugs and one night-stands, Lisa thought to herself. She was worried about her. If she was that sick that she should be admitted, what would she do? Remy would never agree to that, and if they gave her medicine, would she take it? She barely used her inhaler and only that was dangerous. Suddenly she felt her stomach growl. She weighed her options and then threw a look at Remy. She was still sleeping and looked like she was staying asleep for a while so she quietly opened and closed the door behind her and went down to the cafeteria to get some food. Looking over her shoulder once in a while, she made her way to the cash register. Once she got her food a nurse stopped her.

"House is causing trouble in the clinic again. What should we do?"

Lisa sighed.

"Just get Foreman to do something. I'm very busy and can't be bothered with anything that involves House today." She passed the nurse who gave her a surprised look. She got all the way to the elevator without any other interferences but before the elevator doors had closed they got stopped by a cane.

Lisa gave a loud sigh.

"What do you want?" She asked annoyed.

"Where is my favorite bisexual today? Did she have too much fun yesterday?" House asked with a mocked concerned look on his face.

"She's sick. The flu, if that means anything to you. She can't be to any help today so I suggest you go and snoop in somebody else's life."

House looked strangely at her.

"How do you know?"

"I drove her home yesterday." Lisa answered simply, hoping that it would be enough and that she wouldn't have to explain that she slept in her apartment last night or that Remy currently was sleeping in her office.

Surprisingly, House settled with that answer. He stood quietly until they reached his floor. Before he got out however, he pushed all the other elevator floor buttons and turned to give Lisa a smile.

"Tell her I said hi." He said just before the doors closed.

"House!" Lisa yelled but she couldn't do anything because of the food in her hands.

Sometimes she wondered why she didn't just fire him. To bad he's such a good doctor, she thought to herself. After the elevator ride that took more than twice as long she finally reached her floor.

Trying not to catch the attention of the other nurses or doctors that might need her to sign something, she walked to her office and opened the door. When she first saw the empty couch, she got nervous. Then she heard retching sounds coming from the bathroom. She quickly left the food on her desk and ran to the bathroom.

"Remy? Are you okay?" She opened the bathroom door and saw Remy crouched over the toilet.

She didn't look at Lisa when she got in and froze for a moment until leaning forward and vomiting again. Remy blinked hard a few times then leaned back on the wall behind her with her eyes closed.

Lisa flushed the toilet and got a glass and filled it with cold water before handing it to her.

"Thanks." Remy said with a hoarse voice.

When Lisa grabbed her shoulders to help her up, Remy gave a weak whimper.

"It's getting worse." She said and swallowed before continuing.

"Please just wait a minute."

Lisa nodded and backed to give her some space.

Remy tried focusing on her breathing but the nausea was coming back with full force. She tried willing it away but it didn't help as she started dry-heaving. After a while she felt that her stomach was empty and luckily she stopped feeling like she was to puke her guts out. She flushed the toilet and rinsed her mouth with some water. She was still nauseous but she was able to get up from the cold floor and stumble out to the couch. She lied down and pulled the blankets over her freezing body. After a few minutes, Lisa opened her mouth to speak, but a knock on the door made her close it again.

"What now?" She asked quietly.

She opened the door and Chase was standing there. Lisa quickly blocked his view so he couldn't see anything going on her office.

"House wants to do a brain biopsy on a newborn with..."

But Remy didn't hear the rest because Lisa had closed the door as she followed Chase out.

Feeling her stomach turning again, she groaned and got up. Her vision blackened and she grabbed her head and fell back in her seat. She could feel the acid rising in her throat.

Lisa came back just in time to see Remy vomit on the floor.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Remy kept repeating as she held her hair back and heaved again.

"It's okay." Lisa said and trying not to get herself stained, she helped Remy to the bathroom.

She was about to follow her in when Remy closed and locked the door in her face. Thinking that she need her privacy, Lisa went outside to the room where they kept the cleaning supplies. She quickly dried up the floor and then gently knocked on the bathroom door.

"Remy, are you all right?" She pressed her ear on the door when she didn't hear any sounds. She slightly panicked when she couldn't hear anything.

"Remy open the door now. Remy?"

Inside the bathroom, Remy was exhausted. She was half laying on the bathroom floor with her hands tucked under her chin. To say that she felt awful was and understatement. She barely noticed Lisa's knock on the door until her voice rose and she started pounding on the door. She tried pulling herself up from the floor but soon abandoned the idea. Instead, she half crawled to the door and unlocked it. Lisa ran in and noticed Remy sitting next to the door.

"Are you okay, what happened?" Her voice was scared and Remy strangely was glad to hear that she cared so much.

"Dr Cuddy." She said with a hoarse and tired voice.

"I'm sick." She gave a sort of smile and let herself be dragged up by Lisa.

With her support they made their way to the couch.

"Look." Lisa said once Remy was tucked in under the blanket again.

"I'm getting very worried. Please understand that you're sick okay? I'm doing a full medical exam whether you like it or not." She searched her desk drawer until she found the necessary equipment.

Pulling the blankets off Remy's shivering body, she held the chest piece to her chest and listened for a minute before checking her pulse and her temperature.

"102.1. Any trouble breathing?"

"Some." Remy answered.

"I have asthma. Trouble breathing is part of it." She said when she saw Lisa giving her a concerned look.

"Excuse me, in this case I'm the doctor." Lisa said. She pulled Remy's shirt up and started listening to her lungs more carefully.

"Stop it." Remy complained.

"I'm fine."

"Do you even know what that means?" Lisa asked her exasperated.

"I just want a blood test."

Remy stared at her.

"Come on. I don't need a blood test."

Lisa ignored her and prepared a the needle. She didn't want a blood test. A blood test would show that her nerves were degenerating even more and faster. It would say that she was dying faster. No, it was better if she didn't know. Her life started falling apart when she found out that she was positive. Remy reluctantly gave Lisa her arm and she tied the tourniquet around it.

"Make a fist." Lisa said and started tapping her arm and then put the needle in.

Remy winced slightly but didn't move until Lisa pulled the needle out. She handed her a gauze and Remy pushed it on her arm.

"I'll just leave this to the lab. I'll tell them it's urgent, and we'll get the results soon."

She left the room and Remy and switched the gauze for a band-aid. Then she leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes.

"What if I'm getting worse?" She thought to herself.

"What if my Huntington's is progressing?" She hated that it was HER Huntington's. It should have been another person who had to suffer like this. Someone who deserves it. But, maybe she did.

She could feel the tears burning in her eyes again. Why did she suddenly get so emotional?

Like I mentioned, please tell me if you have any ideas at all, or just scenes you want to see happen to these two. I don't think I want to make it a love story, but everything else I'm open for. And please review too!