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* Rudolph the Red-Nosed
Reindeer... *

(House)
We are condemned
to useless labor.

Fourth circle of hell.

Charting goes a lot faster
when you eliminate

all classic poetry.

Writing down

what we already know
to be read by nobody.

I'm sure Dante would agree
that qualifies as useless.

You're over two weeks behind

in your charting.

Oops.
I missed.

What are you, eight?

Could an eight-year-old
do this?

Better stop
or it'll stick that way.

You have a patient in exam one.

Yeah, see I'm--I'm off at 12:00,
and it's already five of.

She's been waiting for you

since 11:00.

Melancholy without hope.

Which circle is that?

Hi.

I'm Dr. House.

What seems to be the problem?

Show him your hands,
Augustine.

It looks like stigmata.

Pius.

You must be all the talk

around the holy water cooler.

Been washing a lot of dishes
recently?

I help out in the kitchen.

Anything new in the kitchen?

We just got a donation
of saucepans and pots this week.

I unpacked and washed them.

Should've spent your time
saving souls.

It's easier on the hands.

This is contact dermatitis.

You're allergic to dish soap.

Nonsense.

We've always used that soap.

Why is there a problem now?

I've been a doctor for years.

Why do I have to
keep assuring people

that I know what I'm doing?

A person can become allergic

to substances that they've had
repeated and prolonged

exposure to.

The good news is,

free samples.

Diphenhydramine.

It's an antihistamine.

It'll stop
the allergic reaction.

Take one every eight hours.

It might make you feel
a little sleepy.

And get some of that
over-the-counter

cortisone cream.

Thank you, Doctor.

You want some water?

I have some tea.

Well, you just relax
for a few minutes.

That stuff works pretty fast.

Still out by 12:00.

How do you solve a problem
like dermatitis?

What?
(nun)
Doctor?

I want to thank you
for your patience.

Is she talkin' to you?

I don't know.
She's certainly looking at me.

Oh, it's good to get
a secular diagnosis.

The sisters tend to

interpret their illnesses
as divine intervention.

And you don't?

I mean, you're wearing
an awfully funny hat.

(Wilson)
Ooh, boy.

Excuse me.

If I break my leg,

I believe it happened
for a reason.

I believe God wanted me
to break my leg.

I also believe he wants me
to put a cast on it.

(nun)
Doctor?

Something's wrong.

[monitor beeping]

Lift up your chin.

Sister, you're having
an asthma attack.

I need you to relax.

Roll up her sleeve, please.

Gonna give you epinephrine.

Open your lungs
to help you breathe.

What happened?

She take the pill?

Yes.

It was probably
an allergic reaction.

She's allergic
to an anti-allergy medicine?

You figure somebody's
out to get her?

How are you feeling?

Better.

I'll put you on
some steroids instead.

Is my heart supposed
to be feeling so funny?

It's called adrenaline.

Makes your heart beat fast.

[pulse beating rapidly]

But not this fast.

Get a nurse, please.

Lay down, come on.

Help!

Somebody help us!

Somebody get in here!

Call a code
and charge up the defibrillator.

She's got no pulse.

(Cuddy)
You diagnosed the patient
with allergies

and prescribed antihistamines.

She went into respiratory
distress.

And you injected her
with epinephrine.

Presumable one cc.

Point-one cc.

That is the standard dose,
that is what I gave her.

People don't go
into cardiac arrest

from point-one cc epinephrine.

She must have a pre-existing
heart condition

that got exacerbated
by the epinephrine.

It's too bad you didn't make
a notation in the chart.

I can make it up right now.

The drawer has syringes

is with both dosages,

you could've easily reached
for the wrong--

But I didn't.

Everyone makes mistakes.

This is why doctors
pay through the nose

for malpractice insurance.

Relax, they're not gonna sue.

Worst they'd do is whack my hand
with a ruler.

And the discipline board, are
they gonna whack your hand too?

You're gonna report me?

What choice do I have?

Uh...

How about not report me?

I can justify keeping her here
for a 24-hour observation.

If you haven't found
an underlying cause

for the cardiac arrest by then,

I will have to notify
our attorneys.

(Cameron)
Her hands were red and swollen.

Maybe she has a skin infection,
cellulitis?

That could manifest
with hypo-cardio.

There's no history of fever.

Results from the CVC
didn't indicate an infection.

The centifills
were mildly elevated.

Rates up a bit.

Could we be looking
at a systemic allergic response?

It's no allergic, and allergies

don't cause cardiac arrest
like this.

Could be inflammation
of the blood vessels.

Vasculitis?

That wouldn't give you an
elevated eosinophil count.

Churg Strauss Vasculitis would.

Blood vessels of the heart,
lungs, and skin become inflamed,

causing the asthma, rash,
and heart problems.

Covers all her symptoms.

Need a biopsy to diagnose.

Chest CT would be quicker.

The lady just came in
with a rash.

What the hell are those?

Candy canes.

Candy canes?

Are you mocking me?

No, i-it's Christmas, and I--

I--I thought--

Relax.
It was a joke.

(Foreman)
Isn't the prognosis
for Churg Strauss a bit grim?

Yeah.

Untreated, only 33% of patients
survive past a year,

treated, five years.

Then I definitely
suggest treatment.

I it was any other
attending doctor, I'd say

that he made a mistake and
gave her too much epinephrine.

Saying you wouldn't say
it was my mistake.

Saying it was my mistake.

Everyone screws up.
Your rule.

I think you fit
within the subset

of everyone.

I didn't screw up.

Order a chest CT and start
the sister on Prednisone.

40 milligrams, TID.

The sister?

Oh, didn't I mention?

Patient's a nun.
Sister Augustine.

Oh.

I hate nuns.

Who doesn't?

[steel drum music]

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(Cameron)
Sister Augustine?

We weren't watching.

We were trying to see
if this is the bed control.

Oh, um, this one's
the bed control.

And that's the TV control.

I'm Dr. Cameron.

This is Dr. Chase
and Dr. Forman.

I haven't seen television
in over 20 years.

Do you consider it
the work of the Devil,

or do you just not get cable

where you live?

(Foreman)
Um...

how are you feeling, Sister?

I seem to be a little better.

They gave me some medication.

Prednisone.

It's a steroid to help

with the inflammation.

Has Dr. House figured out
what I have?

Will I be okay?

We're not sure what's wrong yet.

You'll have a chest CT scan
this afternoon

that'll help the diagnosis.

(nun)
Dr. House was giving her

medication, and he doesn't know
what she has yet?

(Augustine)
Trust, Sister Pious.

It all happens for a reason.

(Foreman)
He doesn't know
what he's doing.

The only problem
that woman has

is that House grabbed
the wrong syringe.

You don't trust him?

I don't trust a man who won't
admit he might be wrong.

I notice you weren't so quick to
tell her she's got Churg Strauss

and only has a couple
of years to live.

I don't tell patients bad news
unless it's conclusive.

Because you know
he might be wrong.

About Churg Strauss, not about
what happened in the clinic.

What about you, Chase?
You think he's infallible too?

All I know is, if House
didn't make a mistake,

and Sister Augustine
has Churg Strauss,

he'll be self-satisfied,

and our lives will be good
for a few weeks.

If House did make a mistake,

he'll be upset and our lives
will be miserable for months.

There is that.

If Cuddy thinks I made
a mistake,

the least she could do
is suspend me from clinic duty.

She doesn't confuse
making a mistake

with being incompetent.

Oh, here we go.
Lesson time.

I recognize that confidence
is not my short suit.

I also recognize that I am human
and capable of error.

So you might've screwed this up?

No.

So it's merely a theoretical
capacity for error.

Good point.

Maybe there isn't one.
Maybe that's my error.

You know, most people who think
as much of themselves as you do

like to talk about themselves.

Most people don't like
to listen.

So what's wrong with you?

Lemme guess.
Inflammatory bowel.

Wow, yeah.
is it that bad?

Yes.

It's also written on your chart.

Bloody diarrhea, gas, pain.

Took sulfasalazine,
but it didn't work.

No, then--then I, uh--

Next tried steroid enemas,

oral corticosteroids,

5ASA, 6-mercaptopuine.

I'm impressed.

By my medical history?

By how well
your last doctor charted.

It's one thing to have to go
to the bathroom every hour,

but when the kids sit
on my lap, it's--

The store sent me home.
They're gonna fire me.

Can't you put me back
on 5ASA?

Maybe it'll work this time.
Not likely.

I'm giving you a prescription.

It's cheap, which is good,
'cause your insurance company

won't pay for it.

Cogaritis?

Cigarettes.

One twice a day.
No more, no less.

Studies have shown
that cigarette smoking

is one of the most
effective ways

to control inflammatory bowel.

Plus it's been well-established

that you'll look 30% cooler.

Are you kidding me?

About the looking cooler?
Yeah.

The rest is true.

Isn't it addictive
and dangerous?

Pretty much all the drugs
I prescribe

are addictive and dangerous.

The only difference
with this one

is it's completely legal.

Merry Christmas.

(Augustine)
I was talking to the nurse.

Arsenio. Do you know him?

Not really.

He can take pictures
with his phone.

Cool.

That woman from the lab
was interesting too.

She studied astrophysics
before becoming a nurse.

You know this stuff
better than I do.

Well, I love to hear
all about people.

You live in a monastery.

It's where I serve our Lord
and the world best.

Our Lord, maybe.

The rest of the world,
on the other hand,

would probably get more out of
feeding the homeless or--

Healing the sick?

As an example, yeah.

Did you always want
to be a doctor?

Always.
You always want to be a nun?

My parents died when I was six.

I was raised in a foster home
run by the Church.

When I was 18,
I went to the monastery,

where they let me take my vows.

I've known no other life,
and I haven't wanted to.

(Foreman)
Okay, Sister, we need you
to lie as still as possible.

If you get scared,
just let us know.

As Jonah said

from inside the whale,

"When I lost all hope,

I turned my thoughts
to the Lord."

She's got God on her side.

(Cameron)
I don't believe it God.

You're not even
a little agnostic?

(Augustine)
Is it supposed to smell funny?

Someone ralphed in there
this morning.

We cleaned it up, but--

It's normal, Sister.

I-it's just a few more minutes.

I believe in a higher order,

that can control what happens,

but not one anthropomorphic
entity called "God"

that's concerned with the
everyday workings of you and me.

What else is there to control

but the everyday workings
of you and me?

It's always about you, Foreman.

What are you talking about?
The trees, the fish?

Should they be the ones
that think it's all about them?

What about you, Chase?
You believe in God?

I believe Sister Augustine
has no vascular pathology.

Which means no Churg Strauss.

Which means House
made a mistake.

No, not necessarily.
It could be something else.

Thyrotoxicosis,

or carcinoid--

I don't get you.

You don't believe in God,

but you're willing to put
complete faith in one man?

(Augustine)
Please...the smell.

Let's get her out of there.

I'm coming, Sister.

I got ya.

Coming.
Please...

Oh, the smell.

I'm gonna be sick, sick.

There's no smell.

Oh--oh, God!

Oh, it's Jesus.

It's Jesus.

He's coming for me!

He's burning me with his touch!

Let's get her on some Ativan.

Smells,

religious visions,

symptomatic
type of lobe swelling.

We don't--we don't want her to--

(Cameron)
She's seizing.

Jaw block.

Help me get her on her side.

Religious visions?
Yeah.

And next comes...

Patient tested positive
for herpetic encephalitis.

So what's that tell us?

Her immune system
is severely compromised.

Oh, I know.

Prednisone compromises
the immune system.

Isn't that the medicine
that you gave her

for that thing she doesn't have?

Yeah, the--hey.

I'm thinking

that's a trick question.
(Cameron)
Her immune system

is severely compromised.

Two doses of Prednisone
wouldn't do that.

Are you hanging your diagnosis
on an adverb?

In 10 seconds,
I'm going to announce

that I gave her the wrong dose

in the clinic.

You're gonna admit negligence?

Unless you leave the room.

If you stay,
you'll have to testify.

Five...four...

three...two...

So there I was
in the clinic, drunk.

I open the drawer,
close my eyes,

take the first syringe
I can find--

So,

what are the options
for compromised immune system?

Mixed connective tissue disease.

It'd explain why she was feeling
better on the Prednisone.

Sure she was feeling better
right up to the moment

when it almost killed her.
On the other hand,

it explains the symptoms.

Swollen hands,
pulmonary problems,

cardiac problems,

it all fits.
Except her ANA was normal.

So redraw the blood.
But the treatment

is corticosteroids, Prednisone.

And we can't go there
because of the encephalitis.

Well, treat it with something

that modulates
the immune system,

but doesn't suppress it.

Hyperbaric oxygen chamber.

There's no protocol

for putting a patient
in a high-pressure oxygen room

to treat autoimmune problems.

Oh, you people, always
with the protocols.

Prep the nun.
And discontinue the Prednisone.

I am both amused and annoyed

that you think I should be
less stubborn than you are.

You are aware
of the Hippocratic Oath, right?

The one that starts
"First, do nor harm,"

and then goes on to tell us
no abortions, no seductions,

and definitely no cutting
of those who labor

beneath the stone?

Yeah, I took a read once,
wasn't impressed.

Hyperbaric treatments
could cause

oxygen toxicity,
lung and eye damage.

Every treatment has its dangers.

Which is why we only treat

if we're convinced the patient

actually needs the treatment.

I'm convinced.
You're not.

The question is,
what are you gonna do about it?

Hmm?

I have an opening
Thursday at 3:00.

Do you have a fourth?

Is he any good?

Uh, can I call you right back?
Bye-bye.

What's up?

(Chase)
The pressure will force
the oxygen into your system,

and saturate your blood.

It will enhance
white cell activity,

reduce the inflammation.

And that will help with this
mixed connective tissue disease?

We'll be doing

about 10 treatments,

and then we'll reevaluate.

The last treatment with
Prednisone

caused the seizures, right?

How confident is Dr. House
about this?

(Cameron)
That you reacted so strongly to
the Prednisone let us know

that you had an underlying
problem with your immune system.

Then I guess

it was a blessing.

Of sorts.

So who's your favorite
reindeer, Nurse Arnold?

Rudolph.

I would have thought
it was Vixen.

What are you implying?

Nothing. But I saw you
at the Christmas party

with Dr. Miles
and Dr. Jargons

and Nurse Crandall.

(Nurse on TV)
I was just doing
some Christmas dancing.

This is a chapel.

A house of prayer.

A house of prayer. Huh.

Well, that explains
the good reception.

Also why nobody's ever here.

I need to talk with you,
Dr. House.

Sister Augustine believes
in things that aren't real.

I thought that was a job
requirement for you people.

She's been known to lie.

To get sympathy.
She's a hypochondriac.

So you're warning me
that I may be treating

a non-existent ailment.

Sore throats, joint pains.

There's always something wrong.

And there's never
a reason for it.

Mother Superior plays
right into it.

Lets Augustine off work duties.

Treating her as...fragile.
Special.

That must make you angry.

It bothers me.

It's not really
in Augustine's best interest.

Want some?

I shouldn't.

I guess you gotta be good
at reading people

to be a good Infirmarian, huh?

Mm, mm-hmm.

So we got pride,

anger, envy,

gluttony.

That four out of seven
deadly sins

in under two minutes.

Do you people keep records
of these things?

Is there a Cath-lympics?

They say you have a gift.

They like to talk.

You hide behind
your intelligence.

Yeah, that's pretty stupid.

And you make jokes
because you're afraid

to take anything seriously.

Because if you take things
seriously, they matter.

And if they matter--
Then when things go wrong,
I get hurt.

I'm not tough, I'm vulnerable.

I barely know you.

And I don't know if I'm right.

I just hope I am.

Because the alternative is,

you really are as miserable
as you seem to be.

You know, from the way
you're looking at me right now,

I'd say you just hit
number five.

Lust.

(nurse on TV)
Dr. Brown, I love you too.

How you feeling?

A little weak.

That's from the oxygen.

My mouth is dry.

Okay, well, uh,

I'll get you some of your tea.

Mixed connective tissue disease?

Her ANA is barely elevated.

Well, thanks for checking up
on her.

Good to know
you got my back.

O2 sats down to 83.

Pulmonary problems,
breathing problems--

Irritation from the oxygen
is typical.

She comes in with a rash,

and you put her
into cardiac arrest.

That well just never runs dry,
does it?

If there was no underlying
problem,

why is she still having
the rapid heart rate?

Maybe from the herpetic
encephalitis

caused by you giving her
Prednisone.

Her reaction is a symptom,
not an error.

There's always an explanation,
isn't there?

Yes, there is, and if this one
doesn't work,

we'll find another.

But never one involving you
screwing up.

One that fits all the facts.

Look, we obviously have
a difference of opinion,

and that's fine.

But unfortunately,

I used up all the time
I budgeted today

for banging my head
against a wall.

I am gonna do you
the biggest favor

one doctor can do for another.

I am gonna stop you
from killing your patient.

You're off the case.

We're gonna treat
the symptoms.

Not the underlying condition?

There is no underlying
condition.

What's her status?

The sister's breathing
is labored.

Pneumonitis
from the hyperbaric chamber.

Put her on 40% oxygen

until her O2 sats increase.

BUN and creatinine's rising.

ALT and AST twice
the normal range.

Could be from
the hypotensive episode.

Let's follow them with labs.

She still has the rash
and joint pain she came in with.

Order a non-steroidal
anti-inflammatory.

When we were looking at the
differential diagnosis

with Dr. House, we were
considering--

I don't need to hear
what Dr. House was considering.

All of this woman's symptoms
can be traced

to Dr. House's considerations.

Okay.

Let's just get this patient
healthy.

I want her going out
the front door

and not the back.

Hey, it's not like
I betrayed him.

Cuddy would've found out

about the hyperbaric treatments
eventually.

You did what you felt
you had to.

Can't get enough
of this place, huh?

Just left my stethoscope.

So I shouldn't read too much
into the fact

that you were looking for it
in the drawer

with the epinephrine syringes
in it?

Okay. Yeah.

I'd like to cure my reputation.

Oh, right, I forgot how much you
care about what people think.

Prescribing cigarettes

for inflammatory bowel?

They cause lung cancer,
you know.

You know why they have ribbons

for breast cancer,
colorectal cancer,

prostate cancer,
and not for lung cancer?

They...ran out of colors?

It's because people blame
lung cancer patients.

They smoke, they screwed up,
they deserve to die.

The reason people die
from lung cancer is guilt.

Huh.

Well, guilt does
a lot of damage.

You said that
with great significance.

You're not here
to find your stethoscope.

You're not here to clear
your reputation.

You're here because
you're having doubts.

You might've screwed up.

I'm here because if I'm right,
Cuddy is killing that patient.

Okay.

But if you're wrong?

Then she's saving her.
Fine.

You're gonna have to go through
every record of every patient

who's been through this clinic
in the last two days.

And you're gonna have
to hope that those records

can be trusted.

Which, by the way, yours can't.

(Foreman)
These pills'll help
your kidneys

function a little better,
Sister.

(Chase)
Get your wrist.

What's it at?

104.

Is that good?

It's fine.

You're a lousy liar, Dr. Chase.

[pager beeping]

I have to get this.
Excuse me.

My mother's been dead
for ten years.

But she's always with you
in spirit.

What do you know about the nun?

Which one?

The cute one.
I think she likes me.

The sick one,

obviously.

Her parents died
when she was a child.

And she's been with
the Church ever since.

What's she lying about?

Why do you say that?

I always say that.

And the old nun thinks
the sick nun

is a big, fat nun liar.

You know nuns.

What do you think?

I don't know nuns.

You hate nuns.

You can't hate someone
if you don't know them.

Know any Nazis?
Maybe I hate them on principle.

I have a theory
about what makes good boys good.

It's not because
of some moral imperative.

Good boys have the fear of God
put into them.

Catholic Church specializes
in that kind of training.

To make good boys afraid
of divine retribution.

So they'll do
what their daddies tell 'em.

Like, for example,
going into medical school

when it's the last thing
they want to do.

What do you think?

I think if she did
have a secret,

her boss would know.

Did you paint or put in
new carpets recently?

No.

Any way she could've

got access to drugs?

Well, we lock
all our medications

in the infirmary, and we don't
keep prescription drugs here.

Why haven't you asked
Sister Augustine

about these things directly?

I found that when you want to
know the truth about someone,

that someone is probably
the last person you should ask.
Ah.

And have you been speaking
to Sister Eucharist?

She ratted out her fellow sister
pretty quickly.

If I were you, I'd have her
repeat a year of nun school.

Becoming a nun
doesn't make you a saint.

Becoming a doctor
doesn't make you a healer.

Hmm.

And just because we live
in a monastery

and we spend most of our time
in prayer

doesn't mean we don't find time
for drama.

So what is the sick one's drama?

Sister Augustine lived
in Catholic foster care

until she came to us.

Tea?

Sure.

Do all of you lie?

It's a good strategy.

It's simpler
when you tell the same lie.

But she does not spend her
entire life as a good Catholic.

When she had a cardiac arrest,

I had to open her blouse
to do CPR.

And I learned two things.

Nuns can have nice breasts.

And she has a tattoo
on her shoulder.

Of a skunk.

Now, maybe this was
the sacred skunk

of Joseph, but as far as I know,

Catholic foster care
and monasteries

do not keep tattoo parlors

in their refectories.

We consider that our life begins

when we put on our habits
and take our vows.

What happens before then--

It's irrelevant to you.

But it's relevant to me.

Sister Augustine
went into foster care

when she was six years old.

But she left when she was 12.

She lived on the streets,
she got into drugs.

When she was 15,
she became pregnant.

Tried to self-abort.

She lost the child,
she became ill.

We took her in
when she came back.

If we had thought that
it was medically relevant,

we would have told you.

It's not.

This tea is delicious.

Local herbs?

Any change with the medication?

Yeah, she's getting worse.

Lung functions deteriorating,

BUN and creatinine
continuing to rise.

She's starting to run a fever,
and the rash is spreading.

At this rate,
she's not gonna make Christmas.

Maybe House was right.

Maybe there is
an underlying condition

that explains the symptoms.

Something we haven't considered.

Like what?

It could be a metabolic
disorder.

Specifically?
Might be genetic.

Specifically?

I'm just saying that--

You're just saying
you think House is right.

Might be right.

Of course he might be right.

It might be the hand
of God at work.

Don't say it's something else

unless you've got
something concrete to offer.

What's this?
Hemlock?

I'm gonna do you
the biggest favor

one doctor can do another.

I'm gonna stop you
from killing your patient.

It's figwort tea.

Great for that little pick-me-up

we're all looking for
in the morning.

Opens the lungs,

increases the blood pressure,

stimulates the heart.

Unfortunately,
if you then get injected

with even point-one cc

of epinephrine,

instant cardiac arrest.

Still, what the hell,
it tastes great.

Sister Augustine--
has been drinking it

religiously, so to speak.

And if you take
the cardiac arrest

out of the equation--

all the rest of the symptoms
can be explained

by a severe long-term
allergic reaction.

Well, that's what Cameron said
in the beginning.

(House)
Yes.

She did.
Well done.

But your unwillingness
to stick by your diagnosis

almost killed this woman.

Take a lesson

from Foreman and stand up
for what you believe.

Okay.

Let's go figure out
how to save a nun.

Damned if you do,
damned if you don't.

(House)
'Cause it's been untreated
for so long,

it's gone from a simple watery
eyes, scratchy throat allergy

to a whopping
I'm-gonna-kick-your-ass allergy.

Compromising her immune system,
diminishing her ability to heal,

and breaking down
her organ systems.

So what's the source?

(Chase)
The dish soap.

No, symptoms persisted days
after the dishwashing episode.

It's gotta be something
she's been exposed to

here in the hospital,
as well as the monastery.

Well, what about the tea?

It caused her arrhythmia.

Aah, could be,
but it's not definitive.

We'll skin test for allergies.

Not yet,
she's too reactive.

She'll test positive
to everything.

We need to stabilize her,

isolate her
from all possible allergens

and give her system a rest.

Get her in the clean room.

Okay, then we'll gradually
introduce allergens

to see how she responds.

When she reacts to something,

we'll know
that's what's killing her.

There you go.
No television, no books.

Not even my Bible?

I'm afraid not.

This room has filtered air,

filtered water.

You even have silk sheets.

Very decadent
and hypoallergenic.

You should be
feeling better here.

We'll be back to check on you
in a little while.

Can the other sisters come in

and pray with me?

It'd be better
if you don't have any visitors.

Once we isolate
what's causing your allergy,

then we can be
a little more lax.

Hmm.

[whimpers]

I-I can pray with you.

I don't want to die.

Why has He left me?

I was in seminary school.

They asked us once
what our favorite passage was.

I chose First Peter 1:7.

"These trials
only test your faith

"to see whether or not
it is strong and pure.

"Your faith is being tested.

As fire tests gold
and purifies it."

"And your faith
is far more precious to the Lord

"than mere gold.

"So if your faith
remains strong

"after being tested,
it will bring you

"much praise and glory

and honor on the day
of His return."

He hasn't left you.

[whimpering and chuckling]

The only thing in the way
of you knowing He's there

is your fear.

You have a choice.
Faith or fear.

That's the test.

Choosing faith doesn't mean
I won't die.

But it will affect how
you will experience your death.

And therefore your life.

It's up to you.

Why did you leave
seminary school?

That test...

you passed, I didn't.

We'll call you
if anything changes.

Will she be all right?

As long as she's not exposed
to anything

that can aggravate her allergy,
she'll be fine.

[knocking on glass]
Need some help in here.

[monitor beeping rapidly]

[wheezing]

Screw the procedure.

She's in anaphylactic shock.

No way,
she's in the damn clean room!

Are you kidding me?

Get in here!

Point-one cc of epi.

We've got to intubate.

(Cameron)
I got it.
Get the ambu bag.

I'm in.

[deep breathing]

Breathing stabilized.

It's a clean room.

(House)
How do you get an allergic
reaction in a clean room?

Maybe it was the preservatives
in the IV.

Checked that.

Latex tubing?

Checked that.
Checked everything.

Well, it could be
mast cell leukemia.

It can cause anaphylaxis.

We checked the blood levels.

And it's not eosinophilia
odiopathic anaphylaxis.

Maybe it's just divine will.

It's not my will.

You do realize,
if you're wrong--

about the pig picture, that is--

you're going to burn, right?

What do you want me to do?
Just accept it, pack it in?

Yeah, I want you to accept

that sometimes patients die
against all reason.

And sometimes they get better
against all reason.

No, they don't.
We just don't know the reason.

I think the nuns
would agree with you on that.

I just wanted to say

that I know you did everything
you could.

I don't need verification
from you

to know that
I'm doing my job well.

That's your problem,
not mine.

I was just being nice.

Yeah, well,

you don't need
to always do that.

Merry Christmas.

Sister Augustine's
been extubated.

Good.

She's requested

to check out
against medical advice.

She wants to go back
to the monastery.

Well, talk her out of it.

I think I may have
talked her into it.

Room's paid up
for the rest of the week.

Might as well stick around.

This illness is a test
of my faith.

If it's His will to take me,
it doesn't matter where I am.

I can accept that.

Does anybody believe
anything you say?

You're not accepting.

You're running away.

Just like you always do.

You ran away from the monastery
to get laid.

You ran away from the real world
when getting laid

didn't work out so good.

Now things aren't working out
again,

so off you go.

Why is it so difficult
for you to believe in God?

What I have difficulty with

is the whole concept of belief.

Faith isn't based on logic
and experience.

I experience God
on a daily basis.

And the miracle of life
all around.

The miracle of birth.

The miracle of love.

He is always with me.

Where is the miracle

in delivering
a crack-addicted baby?

Hmm?

And watching her mother
abandon her

'cause she needs another score.

Miracle of love.

You are over twice as likely
to be killed

by the person you love
than by a stranger.

Are you trying to talk me
out of my faith?

You can have
all the faith you want

in spirits and the afterlife.

And heaven and hell.

But when it comes to this world,
don't be an idiot.

'Cause you can tell me
that you put your faith in God

to get you through the day.

But when it comes time
to cross the road,

I know you look both ways.

I don't believe

He is inside me

and is going to save me.

I believe He is inside me
whether I live

or die.

Then you might as well live.

You got a better shot
betting on me than on Him.

When I was 15,

I was on every kind
of birth control known to man.

And I still got pregnant.

I blamed God.

I hated Him
for ruining my life.

But then I realized something.

You can't be angry with God

and not believe in Him
at the same time.

No one can.

Not even you, Dr. House.

How'd it go?

She has God inside her.

Would've been easier
to deal with a tumor.

Maybe she's allergic to God.

We've looked everywhere
for an allergen

that could be causing
this reaction except one place.

Inside her.

On her medical history,
she didn't mention any surgery.

She had one.

Can we get her records?
What hospital was it at?

She didn't have it
at a hospital.

Order a full body scan.

What if she refuses?

Tell her I'm looking
for a miracle.

No piercings.
No fillings.

No surgical pins in the arm.

No implants.

It's clean as a whistle.

What's House looking for?

What is that?

Don't know.

Lock on it.
Get a 3-D representation.

Oh, my God.

(House)
The copper cross.

A form of birth control pulled
off the market in the '80s.

So she's allergic to copper?

Rare, but it happens.

Didn't she know
she had an IUD?

She had an abortion.

IUD must have been left in,

embedded in
the endometrial tissue

where it couldn't be detected.

So all we have to do

is remove the IUD.

Then the symptoms
should subside.

I got this IUD when I was 15.

I-it's been more than 20 years.

Well, prolonged exposure
to an allergen

with minimal symptoms.

But at some point,

all it takes
is one last contact

to cause a full-blown reaction.

It's like a balloon
filled with air.

One last breath, it explodes.

The first time I got the rash

was when I was washing
the copper cookware.

And all your subsequent symptoms

came from ingesting food
prepared in it.

Dr. House found his miracle.

I doubt he'll interpret it
that way.

You told me
your favorite passage.

Would you like to hear mine?

"Celebrate and be glad,
because your brother was dead

and is alive again."
The prodigal son.

He'll be waiting for you
when you're ready.

We'll schedule your surgery
for tomorrow.

The sixth circle of hell.

Confined in a sweat box
with a bloody nose,

and all the tissues are soggy.

I think that's the seventh.

No, the seventh is--
God, you must be fun
at parties.

I think we both know the flaw
in that theory.

How's the sister?

Heart rate is normal,
kidney is functioning.

You know how it is with nuns,

you take out their IUDs,
they just bounce right back.

Great.

Told you I didn't screw up.

You screwed up.

I gave her point-one cc
of epinephrine.

Yeah, and if Cuddy hadn't
taken you off the case,

you would've killed her.

You wanna come over
for Christmas dinner?

You're Jewish.

Yeah, Hanukkah dinner.

Wh-what do you care?
It's food, it's people.

No thanks.

Maybe I'll come to your place.

Your wife doesn't mind

being alone at Christmas?

I'm a doctor,
she's used to being alone.

I don't want to talk about it.

Neither do I.

You did good.
With the nun.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Merry Christmas, Dr. House.

Dr. Wilson.

Good night.

That was sweet.

[Instrumental Silent Night
played on piano]

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