Summary: Some teens have problems with bulimia, some with anorexia. This teen's disturbing eating problem is forced upon him by his parents. Will his parents' odd diet result in his death?

A/N: I don't remember what possessed me to write this but, bear with me if you think it a wee bit odd.

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The Patient
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"Jordan over here! Over here Jord! I'm open!" yelled one of the players on Jordan's soccer team. Jordan looked at his teammate and to the net. The net was pretty far away but he knew he could make the shot. Jordan debated it for another few seconds. His team was in the lead but only by one point. Then again though, this guy rarely got to take a shot on net.

Seeing a guy from the other team, Cole, coming at him with full force, Jordan quickly kicked the ball. "Murphy!" He yelled as the ball sped towards his teammate and he collided with the ground. Cole was double his size and his weight too. When Jordan fell, Cole fell on him crushing Jordan under his weight.

Cole jumped up as soon as he fell and dropped to his knees. The whistle blew and suddenly everything happened in slow motion. All of Jordan's teammates ran over to him, concerned for the team's MVP. Jordan was still conscious but in pain. He looked around him.

"Jordan, are you okay?" His coach asked him, helping him to sit up and then to his feet.

"Uh… I guess so." He said blankly before stumbling back into his friends. "I don't feel good." He moaned before vomiting and collapsing to the ground.

"JORDAN!" Several people cried in unison and his mother, Heidi dropped down beside him.

Heidi shook her son. "Jordan, Jordan, wake up. Please Jord wake up." She begged. "Someone call an ambulance!" She ordered and the coach pulled out his mobile and dialed 911.

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"Sick? Like nauseas and vomiting sick?" House asked eyeing Cuddy who nodded her head. "That's boring. He's got the flu. Next."

"Come on House please."

House gave Cuddy an odd glance with a cocked smile. "Why do you care so much? You know the kid?" Cuddy looked away silently. "What did you do to this one? Did he fall off your roof too?"

Sighing, she pushed the file towards House. "Just take it."

"Not before you tell me why I should."

"His family and him live next door to me. I always hear… noises from their house. Odd noises."

"Maybe they're having sex."

Cuddy shook her head. "There's a lot of screaming and just horrifying sounds."

"Call the cops." House said and began to limp away.

"Stop!" She called to House who turned quickly tilting his head impatiently. "I have but they don't come. They never come. Please House, just this once. I want to know what's going on. If it's gonna be simple, then diagnose him and get him out of here."

House dropped his shoulders in surrender and took the case file. When at the door he turned with a grin on his lips. "You don't even care about the patient. You just want to satisfy your own curiosity." He said chuckling.

Chase, Cameron and Foreman looked up as House entered the office shaking a case file in front of them. They continued to stare at him without a word. They were all tired from having stayed late the night before.

"Look what I've got." He said in a tone one would use speaking to a dog. "It's a treat. Do you want a treat?"

Chase looked at him cocking an eyebrow. "Oh yes please."

"What is it?" Cameron asked as House tossed the file across the glass table before grabbing the pen and writing things on the board.

"A case, duh." He said. Cameron dropped her shoulders and opened the file and read the boy's name. Damian Jordan Cook. "Like the demon possessed kid." House commented. "He goes by Jordan though. So what do we know?"

Cameron read over the file. "He seems okay. Active. Says here that he has breathing problems but doesn't use an inhaler or anything. He has traces of acid in his blood and is known to have rashes around his mouth."

"Acid, like drug use acid."

"It doesn't say. Tox screen was negative except for a small unidentifiable trace of acid. It was consumed too long ago to know what it is. It says that he came in after collapsing at a soccer game after vomiting."

Chase rolled his eyes. "He probably just got heat exhaustion or something like that. The kid was playing soccer, it's hot out. Dehydration. Why did you take this case?"

"Cuddy's blackmailing me. She knows about last night." He said to Cameron who grimaced at him. "Fine… She's "concerned" about the kid." House paraphrased their earlier conversation. "So what else could it be?"

The doctors exchanged glances before shooting out ideas. First simple ideas and then getting more into it. "Okay, go run some tests. Chase go talk to the family. Find out what you can."

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The family was reluctant to give much information. They seemed to be highly secretive so Chase asked to see Jordan alone. Heidi and Jordan's father, Mark discussed leaving Jordan alone with the doctor. They nodded their heads and left the room.

"So Jordan, have you done any drugs lately?"

"That's kinda blunt." Jordan said with a laugh and a deep cough. Chase listened to Jordan's breathing. It was rough and crinkly. Suddenly Jordan started coughing again and this time blood came up. Momentarily, Chase and Jordan locked eyes before Jordan passed out on his bed.

"Jordan? Jordan, are you awake?" Chase asked. The patient's eyes were still open. They were brown and held a blank but piercing gaze. His eyes were glossed over and seemed to follow Chase wherever he moved. "Jordan can you hear me?" He asked with a tremble of fear.

Chase listened to Jordan's breathing and watched him a bit. Gently, he pushed Jordan's eyes shut and left the room listening to the steady beat of the heart monitor.

"Alright, alright," House said noting down what Chase had reported. Coughing blood. Breathing problems. "What is it my pretties? Ideas?"

"It could be an infection. We should probably check out his house for drugs or anything else weird." Cameron said shifting in her seat as Foreman came in the room.

"Everything's negative House. Negative for drugs. Nothing; he's clean." Foreman told all the answers to the tests. "But," House jumped at that word. "There's a dark spot on his left lung."

"Could be cancer." Chase suggested. House nodded before Foreman asked about Chase's findings. "Well the parents wouldn't tell me much. When I got to speak to the kid alone, I asked him if he's ever taken drugs and he started coughing up blood and then passed out."

"I don't think it's cancer, Chase." Foreman said, glancing at Chase. "That doesn't explain the rest of his symptoms."

"It could be more than one thing. One leads to another. Infection leads to sick." He paused looking to House and Cameron for support but received none.

"What kind of drugs could cause this?" House asked standing up and tossing his marker into the air. Cameron and Foreman named a few as Chase remained silent. "Chase what are you thinking?"

"Formaldehyde." Chase said blankly. It explained his symptoms but was highly unlikely. House shot Chase an odd look.

"Do you really think a fifteen year old boy has access to a stash of formaldehyde? What about stuff that he could use as cheap replacements for drugs?"

"If he smoked he could have some formaldehyde in his system." Chase suggested not wanting to leave his idea.

"The kid doesn't smoke." House said. "If he smoked enough to get that much into his system he would be in insane shock from lack of nicotine."

Ignoring Chase's argument, Foreman and Cameron brainstormed but the only problem was that there was no trace of drugs in Jordan's body. "Try some more drug tests." House instructed frustrated.

"House, we've already done those tests twice. We're not going to find anything. Even if he did do drugs we wouldn't know because it would be out of his system by now." Chase argued. House was very frustrated and irritated by Chase who was arguing more than usual. "Well then what would you suggest almighty Rowan Chase."

"Do not call me that." Chase snapped aggressively. "I…" Chase sighed. "I don't know."

"That's what I thought." House said with a grin. "Chase, go check out the kid's house. Cameron, go get more information out of the family and the boy."

"They're being really secretive Cameron." Chase said, giving her a heads up.

House looked at him dreadfully annoyed. "Would you shut up and go do what you're told!" House yelled at Chase, grabbing him by the arm. "Go raid their house, get whatever is relevant. Go!" He said pushing Chase towards the door. "Foreman, go with him." House instructed calmly

Walking down the hall, Foreman saw the fume from Chase's stance. "What was that? He flipped pretty quickly on you. What's going on outside of here? Chase?"

Chase stopped abruptly and turned to Foreman. "He's just mad at me."

"Why? What's going on?" Foreman asked, Chase just shook it off as they were in the elevator. "Come on Chase. House doesn't randomly flip like that. What did he catch you doing?"

Chase sighed. "Not what, who?"

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Vision is perhaps our greatest strength, it makes us peer into the future and lends shape to the unknown

- Li Ka Shing