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[Inhales]

[Exhales]

A crane collapsed
in downtown Trenton.

Don't care.

That's my great-grandfather.

No, it's just a book
he wrote.

Open it up.

Seriously, you're giving
this to us?

It's a big step
you're taking.

I wanted
to congratulate you.

I understand
that's the adult thing to do.

How did you know?

I've known for a while.

The fact that you decided
to cohabitate

is not exactly a spoiler.

Unless my intel is wrong.

Trouble in paradise?

We have to get
to Trenton.

[Helicopter blades thrum,
background chatter]

[Sirens in distance]

♪ House 6x21 ♪
Help Me
Original air date on May 17, 2010

-- Sync by elderman --
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[Helicopter blades thrumming]

[Sirens wailing]

Can you hear me?

Hmm?

That sound like a yes?

Sir, we have to get you
to the O.R.

You have a bad wound,
but we're gonna pack it

and transport you
as fast as we can.

Skull fracture.
Glasgow coma score of 11.

She's immediate.

Move on.

This guy's dead.
His wounds aren't so--

forget the wound.
Look at his toes.

Atherosclerotic emboli.
He'll never survive the surgery.

Maybe his shoes
were too tight.

It's not the shoes.
Skin shows smoker's facies.

He's not gonna make it
till morning.

He'll just take up
an ambulance ride,

surgeon's time,
and an icu bed.

He's expectant.
Leave him.

(Man)
I only nodded off for a second.

I lost control of the load.
I'm so sorry.

Don't worry.
We're gonna get you outta here.

I'm sorry.

He's secure.

Ready?
Three, two, one.

[Man groaning]

That's it.

Crane operator.
Made it through amazingly well.

Lucid and responsive.
Stable fracture, right humerus.

Haven't gotten
to his lower half yet.

Tell me
when something hurts.

I fell asleep.
Killed all those people.

Something other than
your conscience.

Is that a pill
in your pocket,

or are you just
happy to have

a tiny pill-shaped
penis?

Caffeine pills.

You fell asleep
taking these?

I drank two cups
of coffee too.

Is that normal for you?

No, I hate coffee.
I'm working on no sleep.

My daughter has the flu.

This much caffeine
for a coffee virgin.

There's no way he fell asleep.
He passed out.

Which means
a neurological disorder

caused the crash,
not fatigue.

Hey.

We're taking the crane
operator back to Princeton.

They said he was barely
hurt--he can wait.

Steal an ambulance.
And call the team.

Tell 'em we got a case.

House. No!
I need you here.

And he needs me there.
And he moans louder than you do.

There were over 100 people
in that building.

Only 76 have been
accounted for.

Foreman and your team can handle
the crane operator for now.

[Cell phone ringing]

Having fun down there?

(House)
Lots!

Every time Cuddy
leans over a patient,

it's another opportunity
for a down blouse nip slip.

What's going on
between her and Lucas?

Besides them moving in
together?

That's not enough for you?

I gave her
the housewarming gift earlier.

And she paused
for a split second,

like she was hiding something.

It's probably
her moral revulsion

at housewarming gifts.

Or maybe she didn't
want to accept a gift

for something
she wasn't gonna do.

You actually think
they're not moving in together?

What was that?
You okay?

Yep. Vending machine
collapsed.

She still using
your ex-wife as a realtor?

As far as I know.

Well, know a little
farther, will you?

Look into it.

[Clang]

[Clang]

[Clang]

Hey!

There's somebody down here!

[Static crackling]

(Captain McCreaney)
If you can hear me,

tap three times,
or call out.

Is anyone there?

I'm not getting anything.

I heard something--there's
gotta be a void down there.

There's a million voids
down there.

It was the parking garage.

But equipment
hasn't picked up any movement.

Dogs haven't
picked up any scent.

There's smashed cars
down there.

The gasoline
throw off their scent?

Look, we gotta get back
to work, okay?

We'll get to this area soon.
Excuse me.

[Whistle shrills twice]

[Hubbub in background
resumes]

Anybody hear me?

Hey!

Anybody hear me?

Aah! Oh...

[Whispers]
Help me.

[Groans]

What's your name?

[Coughs]

[Coughing]

Please...my husband's gift.

I was supposed to pick it up
at the framers.

It's on Elm.

Well, you should have
told me earlier.

I could have picked it up
on the way.

What's your name?

It's a picture
from our Tortola trip.

For his birthday.

I'm not asking your name
because I wanna become friends.

I'm trying to gauge
your mental state.

Hanna.

Okay, that's a start.
What day of the week is it?

(Hanna)
Tuesday.

Better still.

What happened?

You know that giant
construction crane next door?

It's kind of
on top of you right now.

Okay, I'm gonna try
to pull you out.

Ow! My leg!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

[Whimpers]

Okay, okay.

Whew...

I'm gonna need
to get help.

No, stay!
Someone else will come.

No one knows I'm down here.

Please!
Stay with me.

Don't leave me
in the dark.

I'll be right back.

[Yelling] No!
Don't leave me in the dark!

Please stay!

[Cell phone rings]

He's still in the E.R.,
House.

We haven't had time
to start a differential.

Perfect!
Let's start right now.

Put me on speaker.

[Shouting over drilling]
What causes syncope?

Your guy's stable.
The two dozen other patients--

don't need
to be diagnosed.

They just need to be
bandaged.

What causes syncope?

Vasovagal reaction...

Meningioma.
Sick sinus syndrome.

(Taub)
Or you're wrong,
and he just fell asleep.

How's he gonna sleep

with 50 cups of coffee
going through his veins?

Were you never
a medical resident?

I hear ten, eleven,
and twelve.

Where's Thirteen?
She's not here.

And the answer to your
next question is no.

I don't know
where she is.

Do you have the answer
to my question after that?

Space-occupying lesion
in his brain is most likely.

Mri will prove I'm right.

Or it'll just prove

he suffered head trauma
from the crash.

Which
we'd wanna find anyway.

Two birds with one scan.
Do it.

Having trouble finding a vein
for Hanna's iv.

She getting weaker?

Paler?
No, no. She's stable.

That means her blood
loss in minimal.

Buys us some time.

Get the iv into her tibia.

It's almost hollow,
feeds into the venous system.

Which they obviously don't
teach you in emt school.

[Drill humming]

This side's still
leaning pretty bad.

Gotta shore up this beam.

[McCreaney continues
talking in background]

Told ya I'd be back.

[Drilling continues]
...On my side.

Heard you might be
thirsty.

[Groans] Ah...

I assume that bodes well
for the rescue?

Structural beam.
High compression concrete.

I can't break it up.

You can't get me
outta here?

Naw. Just means
we gotta move on

to a different piece
of equipment.

I got airbags comin' in
that'll lift 70 tons.

What's your name?

You testing
my mental state?

I'm gonna be stuck
down here for a while.

I'd like somebody
to talk to.

Look, the guy who just left
is the one

who's gonna be holding your hand
through all this.

You talk to him.

Little pinch.

Aah! Oh!
Ow!

[Crying]

Oh...
Okay. Big pinch.

I gotta call my husband.

Can I use your phone?

Uh, no bars down here.

L'chaim.

Where are you going?
Don't worry.

Fire marshal bill
will be back soon.

So I hope I didn't
weird you out

giving you that gift.

Can we talk about this
later?

Of course.

Is now later?

Maybe things aren't going
so well with Lucas.

If so, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean
to step into anything.

There's no problems.
We're doing just great.

Thank you.

So why the weirdness?

Can you help?

When I opened it,

I didn't think it was
a housewarming gift.

I thought it was
an engagement present.

It just happened last night.

No wonder you wanna
hide this from me...

Since I'm such
a delicate flower.

I didn't know what to say.

And I've been
slightly distracted.

That might make sense,

'cept you're not
wearing the ring.

So...You are hiding it,

which begs the question--

House...It's in
my office drawer

because I knew
I was coming here.

It's not weird.

There's no mystery.

I'm just getting married.

'Scuse me.

How much longer?

(Taub)
Uh, less than a minute.

Are you in any pain?

Nothing now.
Just a little claustrophobic.

Shouldn't you be taking care
of those other people,

the ones that I hurt?

(Chase)
Everything checks out okay.

My nose is bleeding.

It's expected, given
the trauma you've sustained.

That's not expected.

(McCreaney)
The way things fell,
this support beam

is now holding up
a giant pile of rubble.

We can't lift it without
jeopardizing everyone down here.

So it's time to discuss
amputation.

No.

Please listen to me.

We've been down here
almost two hours.

By the time
they clear away the rubble--

we are not cutting off
her leg.

You don't have to rush
through this

to make his job easier.

You kidding me?

We leave the leg pinned,
we're risking crush syndrome.

(Hanna)
What's that?

Your leg isn't getting
enough circulation.

The longer it's pinned
the more the muscle dies.

So what does that mean,
like a limp?

(Cuddy)
Dying muscles
release poisons.

We free your leg,

the poisons rush back
into your system.

It could stop your heart.
So could cheeseburgers.

Let's get your lazy friends
to start moving that pile.

She's got two more hours
before crush syndrome

could possibly set in.

We're digging up there
by hand.

I can't guarantee
I can get 10 tons of debris

pulled off in two hours.
Well, you need to try.

It's my leg.

(McCreaney)
It's not just crush syndrome
you gotta worry about, okay?

There's gas leaks.
There's fire.

We can never rule out
secondary collapses,

no matter how much
we shore this thing up.

You think chopping off
someone's limb

inside a pile
of dirty rocks is safe?

Sepsis, fat embolism,
a hemorrhage.

Those risks are nothing
compared to the risk

of this thing
coming down again.

Captain, he's a jerk.

But it's what
the patient wants.

Can we please

just give it
a couple more hours?

[Softly]
Yeah.

I gotta
get up to triage.

Thank you, doctor.

House.

You don't need
to thank me.

Just makes sense.

Just promise me you won't
let them cut off my leg.

I promise.

Does that make you
feel better?

For some reason,
it does.

[Cell phone rings]

Your phone is working
down here.

Switched carriers.
Better rollover minutes.

Talk.

(Foreman)
Mri was clean, but afterwards,

he started bleeding
out of his eyes and nose.

So there was something wrong
before the collapse.

Unless it's just conjunctive
coagulopathy from the trauma.

Yeah, yeah, yeah--you don't
think he was sick before.

We get it!
You're wrong.

(Chase)
Brain infection?

Sorry I'm late.

Where were you?
Physical therapy.

I left my phone
in my locker.

(Chase)
The infection causes
neurological symptoms,

goes systemic,
and D.I.C. xauses the bleed.

Good theory.

Except for the part
that there's no fever.

Get an X-ray venogram.

See if you can find
a reason for your existence.

Also look for
venous sinus thrombosis.

Would have seen it
on the mri.

Not if you were too busy
not looking for it.

We should X-ray
for a facial fracture first.

This could all be
simple trauma.

Just do what I tell you.

Be back in ten minutes.

You're leaving?

There's a dozen people here
who can save you.

I'm apparently the only one
who can save this other guy.

W-wait!

Don't go.

[Whimpering]

Hanna's freaking out.

She's having
a panic attack.

She can't breathe.
She's gonna rip out all her ivs.

So calm her down.

She wants you.

I'm flattered.
Give her oxygen.

They won't let o2
down there.

Fear of explosion.

You have to go back.

She needs you, House.

[Velcro ripping]

You only came back
because I freaked out.

Right?

Oh, no.

I just realized how...

Big and scary the world is

and how cozy and safe
this little place is.

Thank you.

I'm sorry I needed you.

Here.
Call your husband.

[Breathing hard]
Charlie?

I'm here in...

They called you?

They're helping me.

Are you coming?
[breathing hard]

I don't know
how this could happen.

It's your birthday.
I'm so sorry.

See? This is why
I lied about the phone.

Your bp is spiking,

so you're bleeding faster
from your leg wound.

I'm gonna have
less time to save it.

Hang up.

Okay. Okay, they're
telling me I have to go.

[Whimpering]

That was stupid of me.

It was nice.

I don't see that
as a contradiction.

He was already
on his way.

He was in Baltimore,

and they all saw it
on the news.

How many people were hurt?

What did I tell you about
not raising your blood pressure?

Can I ask
what's wrong with your leg?

Crane fell on it.

[Laughs]

Small world.

You could have
just said no.

I'll remember that
for my next human contact.

Would you pray with me?

No.

I'm not in the habit
of encouraging

my patients' superstitions.

How is that a habit?

You plan on getting trapped
under a building again?

I don't believe in God.

I don't either.

Please?

I always thought...

If I did the right thing,

if I treated people right,

then good things
would happen to me.

You think that's how it works?

I didn't use to.

Then recently I tried...

Now I don't know.

[Scrabbling sounds]

(McCreaney)
Good news.

(Taub)
Advancing catheter

through
interior jugular vein.

You told House
you were at therapy.

Did you transcribe
the entire meeting?

Entering
the cavernous sinus.

Your therapy's on thursdays.

Got rescheduled.

Injecting dye.

Really?

I'm not gonna rat you out.
We're friends.

Just wanna make sure
you're okay.

No filling defects.

Don't worry.

I'm okay.

You think
we can be friends

when I get outta here?

Yeah.

We'll catch a ball game or...

Group sex show or something.

Put the cribbing
in there.

Okay, now when the beam
starts lifting,

you're gonna feel pain.

It's gonna be like
your foot's gone to sleep

times a billion.

You'll notice
that I'm waiting till now

to tell you.

All right.
We're ready.

Lifting.

I'm feeling
the pain already.

(House)
That's good.

That means
the pressure's coming off.

Much closer
to getting out of here.

Aah!

[Building creaking]

Come on.

Pull her out.

Come on!

[Loud creaking]

It's moving!

[Rumbling, creaking]

Pull hard!
Pull!

Aah!

[Distant helicopter motor]

[Coughing]

[Both coughing]

Hanna.

Hanna!
What the hell happened?

(McCreaney)
I think the adjacent beam
snapped during the lift.

Mayday, mayday, mayday!

We had a secondary collapse.

We're all right.
How are you guys?

(Man)
Rescue one,
copy the mayday.

Main tunnel is fine.
Rescue's on the way.

(McCreaney)
Lift this up.

One, two--

[groaning]

Kit.
Gimme the Kit.

All right.

No breath sounds
on the left side.

Tension pneumothorax.

Okay, Hanna.
One of your lungs is collapsed.

I'm gonna have
to reinflate it, okay?

Uh...[coughs]

[Wheezing]

Hey.

You better get back
up top

and make sure you didn't
Nick an artery.

[Hanna breathing quickly]

I'm gonna have to go.

That's okay.
You're all right.

You're lucky
this isn't worse.

You know
who's even luckier?

You and just about
every other human being

[cell phone rings]
Who wasn't down there.

What did the venogram say?

(Thirteen)
Clean.

Now the guy's starting
to spike a fever.

Subarachnoid bleed.

Meningitis?
He didn't say
his neck was sore.

That's 'cause
everything's sore.

He just took a 15-story
swan dive into concrete.

Do an lp.
We also have to consider
other infections.

So you're suggesting
we do an lp.

I guess I am.

Genius.

Hey, bad news.

Because of the collapse,
we can't try the airbag again

until we get everything
off the top.

Be five,
six hours at least.

Then we have to amputate.

No.

It's been four hours
already.

It used to be a long shot.
Now it's...crazy.

Crush syndrome is basically
a buildup of potassium.

If we remove potassium--
we're already treating
with sodium bicarbonate.

But not with glucose
and Insulin.

We have glucose in the Kit.

There's gotta be a diabetic
here somewhere.

You wanna
dose the Insulin

here
in a non-hospital setting?

That is insane!
It's not worth it.

Really?
'Cause I think

I'm the only one here
who knows what a leg is worth.

And fortunately, you're not
the one in charge--he is.

And he knows
that I'd testify against him

if Hanna sues
for cutting off a leg

without exhausting
every option.

Give us a minute?

I know you're angry,

but please don't put
her life at risk

just to get back at me.

Really? Wow.

So this is all about
you now.

You took her side
against me

right after you heard
about my engagement.

Yeah. That must be it.

It's not that you're
a pathetic narcissist.

I don't love you.

So just...Accept it

and move on with your life

instead of making everyone
miserable.

That's great.

A life lesson from
a middle-aged single mom

who's dating a man-child.

Screw you.

I'm sick of making
excuses for you.

I'm sick of other people
having to tiptoe around you

and make
their own lives worse

while they try to keep you
from collapsing.

I'm done.

Fantastic.

Just stay away
from my patient.

What are you
clinging to, House?

You're gonna risk her life
just to save her leg?

Really worked out well
for you, didn't it?

What do you have
in your life, honestly?

Tell me.

I'm moving on.

Wilson is moving on.

And you...You've got
nothing, House.

Nothing.

I'm going down there,

and I'm gonna convince her
to let me cut her leg off.

If you have any decency left,
you'll just stay out of it.

No.

Dr. House promised.

If there was
any other way...

It doesn't hurt right now.
I can wait.

Dr. House.

Tell her.

Hanna...

We have to amputate
your leg.

No.

You said...
That there was time.

There was.
And it's run out.

No.

You asked me
how I'd hurt my leg.

I had a blood clot,
and the muscle was dying.

And I had all these doctors
telling me I should amputate,

and I said no,
and they did this...

Very risky operation.

I almost died.

But you saved your leg.

[Hanna shivering]

I wish I hadn't.

They cut out a chunk of muscle
about the size of my fist,

and they left me
with this mutilated,

useless thing.

I'm in pain...every day.

It changed me.

Made me a harder person,

a worse person.

And now...

Now I'm alone.

You don't want to be
like me.

You got a husband
who loves you.

You have friends.
You can start a family.

You have a life.

And this...
This is just a leg.

Okay.

I can't put you out.

It could depress
your respiration too much.

This should take away
some of the pain.

Will it be quick?

I'll use a scalpel
to slice through the skin,

muscle, and fat.

That should go pretty fast.

Then I'll switch over
to the electric saw

when I get to the bone.

It's two bones...
About as thick as a broomstick.

Takes about as long
to get through.

I'm gonna cut as close
to the concrete as I can,

save as much of your limb
as possible.

Then the orthopedic surgeons
back at the hospital

will clean you up, have you
fitted for a prosthetic.

You'll be running circles
around me in no time.

[Chuckling]

How bad will it hurt?

Like nothing
you've ever felt before.

[Groaning]

Aah!

[Distant wailing]

Hanna.

Oh...Baby.

I'm so sorry.

Shut up.
You always loved my legs.

I don't care
about your legs.

Baby, I love you.

I love you.

I love you.
I love you.

[Siren wailing]

[Cell phone rings]

What?

(Foreman)
He's fallen into a coma.

Lp was clean, but...

What are his vitals?

Excuse me, officer.

What do you mean, officer?

How long has there
been a cop there?

I don't know.
Ten minutes.

He was being questioned
when he fell into the coma.

Was anything else
making him nervous

or worri
before his other symptoms?

He was claustrophobic
right before the bleed

and before the fever.

We told him that he probably
did fall asleep.

(House)
Was his bp spiking?

But that didn't cause
his first symptom.

Yeah, it did.
All the caffeine.

We thought the problem
was in his toilet--

by that, of course,
I mean his head.

Which distracted us
from the fact

that it could have been
just a clog in his sewer pipe,

and by that, of course,
i mean his spinal cord.

And blah, blah, blah, blah.
You get the idea.

An arachnoid cyst
on his lower spine.

That's why we missed it.

He's been sitting
ten hours a day.

Spiked his spinal fluid
pressure.

Run a ct--
[Hanna wheezing]

Bp's 72 over 42.
(Charles)
Hanna?

Hanna?
I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.

[Rapid wheezing]

Breath sounds bilaterally.
It's not another pneumothorax.

Neck veins flat.
There's no tamponade.

[Wheezing]

Damn it.
I waited too long.

Hanna, you've got
a clot in your lung.

I'm gonna fix this.

Iv streptokinase.

What's happening.
What's going on?

Her body won't get any oxygen
unless we can bust the clot.

This is a blood thinner.

[Grunts]

Is she gonna be
all right?

It's gonna make her bleed more.
We'll take care of that next.

[Continues wheezing]

It's not busting the clot.

Maybe it's her heart.

What?

It's not a clot.

It's a fat embolism.

From the amputation.

Okay. So--so what
can we do?

Come on.

Do something.
Please, please, do something.

Come on, guys, do something.
Come on.

Come on. Please, come on,
do something!

Come on, do something!
Do something!

[Flatline tone]

There's no way to prevent
a fat embolism.

Even if you'd done this
in an O.R.,

couldn't have saved her.

You can't blame yourself
for her death.

This wasn't your fault.

[Shouting]
That's the point!

I did everything right.
She died anyway.

Why the hell do you think that
would make me feel any better?

You shouldn't be
alone right now.

You're bleeding.

I'm gonna give you a task
as an employee.

Get out of my way.

[Door opens]

What's that?

I'm asking for
some time off.

What's wrong?

Are you okay?

Obviously not.

[Keys clatter]

[Dramatic musical buildup]

♪ ♪

you going to leap
across the room

and grab them
out of my hand?

No.

It's your choice if you
want to go back on drugs.

Okay.

Just so you know,

I'm finding it hard
to see the downside.

You need to re-bandage
your shoulder.

Is that why you're here?
Foreman sent you?

No.

You here to yell at me again?

No.

Well, I'm running out
of ideas.

Lucas...

Oh, great.

You're feeling
uncomfortable again?

Probably means
you just got back

from some quickie
wedding in Vegas

or you're already pregnant.

I ended it.

What?

I'm stuck, House.

[Sighs]

I keep wanting
to move forward.

I keep wanting to move on,
and I can't.

I mean, my new house,
with my new fiance,

and all I can think about
is you.

[Sighs]

I just need to know

if you and I can work.

You think
I can fix myself?

I don't know.

'Cause I'm the most screwed-up
person in the world.

I know.

I love you.

I wish I didn't.

But I can't help it.

How do I know
I'm not hallucinating?

Did you take the Vicodin?

No.

Then I think we're okay.

Yeah.

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