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(man)
So now the plan is either

find ourselves a new counselor,

stick it out with the old one,
but go more often,

or resign ourselves to the fact
that she's never gonna be happy,

no matter what I do.

So let's just take the money

we're wasting and put it
towards a membership

at Lakeview, you know?

I'm guessing the last option
is yet to be formally presented.

Yeah. Geez, what's with you?

You usually run half speed
to stay with me.

Didn't get a lot of sleep
last night.

How are things with Elyse?

Great.

Great?

Yeah.

One-syllable answers,
you're either out of breath

or you're lying to me.
Yeah.

We have our moments,
but they usually work out.

Man, can I get some water?

Yeah.

So how do you work
things out?

I don't know, we talk.
Someone apologizes.

Man, I shouldn't have drank
last night.

Hey, you mean you apologize.

Yeah, I guess.

How often do you guys have sex?

Enough.

You do it this morning?

You did.
You did it this morning.

Maybe that's why
you can't stand up, huh?

Yeah...
Come on.

Elyse?

Great.
Honey? I'm dehydrated.

Do we have anything

with electrolytes?

Sleeping Beauty, wake up.

This is an emergency.

Fridge is empty.

Come on, it's almost 4:00.

Elyse?

Sweetie.

Call Jacques, tell him
I'm not feeling well.

It's Saturday.

You haven't been to work
in three days, remember?

Just let me sleep.

Come on.

You haven't been out of bed
since Wednesday.

Leave me alone.

Come on, sit up.

No, leave me alone.

Honey.

I said leave me alone!

Oh...

I think there's something
wrong with me.

[new age music]

*

She's been averaging
18 hours of sleep a day

since her admission.

Clinical depression.

Incredibly contagious.

Every time I'm around
one of them, I get blue.

It's not clinical depression.

Great, you got it
all figured out.

You don't need me.

[sighs]

Three E.R. doctors,
two neurologists,

and a radiologist

have all figured out
what it's not.

We need to figure out
what is is.

If any of the above-mentioned
doctors

were interested in my opinion,
they would've asked for it.

None of them are willing
to subject themselves to you.

No pain, no gain.
[elevator dings]

The blood work shows no signs
of inflammation,

and no one can figure out
what's actually the cause of--

Huh.
What?

Husband described her as being
unusually irritable recently.

And?

I didn't realize it was possible

for a woman to be
unusually irritable.

[elevator dings]

Nice try, but you're
a misanthrope, not a misogynist.

What's the first thing
you ask a doctor

who's referring a patient?

Are you questioning my ability
to take a history?

What's the primary--

Not what. Why.

Diseases don't have motives.

No, but doctors do.

Why this patient?
What interests you?

Gimme the chart.

Why?

I find your interest
interesting.

(House)
She's irritable
and sleeping 18 hours a day.

(Foreman)
What's interesting about that?

Hypersomnia
is usually accompanied

by irritability
in depressed patients.

(House)
True, but not relevant.

She's not depressed.

Hello, she's sleeping
18 hours a day.
Fever.

Clinical depression
does not cause fever.

She can be sick and depressed.

She's sick.

Oh, damn it, why didn't
I think of that?

Yeah, that's what I meant.

Elevated sed rate
indicates inflammation.

Hypersomnia
and personality changes

point toward the brain.

Not the spleen?

Thank goodness we hired
a neurologist.

Brain symptoms, hmm.
Could this be a brain problem?

of inflammation,
probably not vasculitis.

What about parasites?

Malaria, Chagas?

But the patient's never
been outside

of the United States,
especially the tropics.

You mean she claims
she's never been

outside the U.S.

Very good.

show no sign of parasites.

It has to be a tumor then.

A tumor sitting directly

on top of the brain stem

that three E.R. doctors,
two neurologists,

and a radiologist missed?

A partridge in a pear tree
missed it too.

and get a new MRI

with two millimeter cuts
through the mesodiencephalic.

And check for evil stepmothers.

This much sleep usually
indicates poison apples.

Anything else besides
the shortness of breath?

Not really.

It's actually just kind of
a tightness.

You smoke?
No, never.

Exercise?

Eight hours a day.

I teach preschool.

Sounds fun.

Any history of heart disease
in your family?

Not that I know of.

Take a deep breath.

Been under
a lot of stress lately?

No more than usual.

You're probably
just a little anemic.

I'm gonna do an EKG
just to make sure.

Do I need to take this off?

Uh, no, you can just
pull that down in front.

Good Lord.

Are those real?

Do they look real?

They look pretty damn good.

They were a present
for my husband's 40th.

I figured he'd enjoy them
more than a sweater.

That's so sweet.

I'm afraid the cause of
your problem could be staring us

right in the face.

Actually, I guess I'm the one
doing the staring.

Of course, I can't be sure.

I'd like to consult a colleague.

He's actually somewhat
of an expert in these matters.

Can I get a page on Dr. Wilson?

A tumor?

(Foreman)
We don't know.

We're checking just to be safe.

You already checked for that.

Previous MRI
had a broader view.

Some tumors are
almost impossible to see

unless you know exactly
where to look.

That means it would
be small, right?

Yeah.

Then you'd be able to operate.

Take it out.

If it's a tumor,

there are a variety
of treatment options.

But there are variables

Don't worry.

Too late.

(Cameron)
Try to remain
as still as possible.

The less distortion there is,

the more detail
we'll be able to see.

Okay.

Well, that's what breasts
look like.

Is a lie a lie
if everybody knows it's a lie?

Well, if a tree pretends
to fall in a forest--

House, come on,
they're breasts.

They're a birthday present,
not a philosophical treatise.

Lie number one, she did not
do that for her husband.

She did that for herself.

She thinks if she looks
different, she'll be different.

No, she thinks
if she looks different,

she'll be more attractive,

which I have to say--

Not to her husband.

Cosmetic surgery is so that
everyone else

will look at us differently.

The same reason
you're wearing that tie.

Well, exactly, that was gonna be
my next point.

The last three months,
same five ties.

Thursday should be
that paisley thing.

It's a gift from my wife.

No, it's not.
Julie hates green.

You bought that yourself.

You wanna look pretty.
At work.

* Wilson's got a girlfriend *

Stop, stop.

I don't.

It takes two department heads

to treat shortness of breath?

What, did the complications
increase exponentially

with cup size?

I want an EKG and blood tests,

including tox-screen
on Mrs...

exam room one.

You're ordering tests
to cover your lechery.

Interesting.

Very tricky case.

You love everybody.
That's your pathology.

(Foreman)
There were no lesions

and no mass effect
that we could see.

What does that mean?

It means we're still not sure
what's causing

the neurological problems.

I know some things
are hard to cure.

But what I just don't get

is why it's taking so long

I know you're scared.
I would be too.

I don't feel good.

You feeling nauseous?

Honey? You all right?

(Cameron)
She's seizing!

Get her on her side.

I need some Ativan!

(nurse)
I'll get it.

What's happened?

She's having a seizure.

She's aspirating.
Suction.

Come on. Come on, Elyse.

(Wilson)
The MRI reveals nothing.

(Foreman)
That we were able to detect.

It's not a tumor.

(Foreman)
A small glioma could hide
from contrast.

We could do a PET scan.

That's how a responsible doctor

would waste his time
in this situation.

Suddenly tests and radiologists
are incapable of error?

A glioma not presenting
on a contrast MRI

would have to be smaller
than a grain of sand.

Which does not
a gravely ill person make.

It could be just post-ictal
disorientation.

We would've seen
improvement by now.

Late stage Lyme disease
can cause seizures.

Does the husband care about her?

He hasn't left her bedside.

How annoying.

It also means
she doesn't have Lyme disease.

What, love conquers all?

Lyme disease initially presents
with a rash.

Mr. Clingy would've noticed.

We've looked at everything else.

Did you look at her breasts?

[scoffs]
Men.

It could be paraneoplastic.

She have any family history
of breast cancer?

Her mother died of it.

The brain, but not the brain.

Clever, huh?

How can breast cancer
cause problems in her brain?

There are molecular similarities
between brain cells

causes the body's
own antibodies

to get thrown off-track.

They end up attacking the brain
instead of the tumor.

So, if you do find a tumor,
what do you do?

We treat the underlying
malignancy.

Once there's no tumor to attack,

there's nothing
for the antibodies

to get confused about.

If the tumor's treatable.

Exactly.

[machine beeping]

(Elyse)
Ow!

I'm sorry,
I know it's uncomfortable.

The tighter we go,
the better the image will be.

[machine humming]

At least it'll keep me awake.

Don't worry, it's almost over.

I wish people would stop
telling me not to worry.

[winces]
I'm sorry.

My mom was the same age.

We've been trying
to get pregnant for over a year.

I guess we're lucky we didn't.

A lot has changed
since your mom died.

Don't worry--

Don't give up.

only showed a few
benign calcifications.

It's no surprise
we're having trouble finding it.

We should do a PET scan.

Start with her lungs.

Then maybe her bones.

Sometimes it presents
with no tumor at all.

How can a disease
caused by a tumor

present if there's no tumor?

It happens.
12% of cases.

And how do you treat it
if there's no tumor?

(House)
You don't.

Those 12%,

no treatment.

They were too busy looking
for the tumor.

Right 'til they put the patient
in the ground.

What choice do we have?

Treat the symptoms.
I.V. immunoglobulin.

So we're just gonna
ignore the tumor?

Well, eventually,
it'll get bigger.

Then it'll be
really easy to find.

Why?

The husband's not sick.

Meaning?

(Wilson)
If it's not paraneoplastic,

and it is a reaction
to some sort of toxin,

it's obviously not coming
from their home.

Foreman?

You do it.

Why are you riding me?

It's what I do.

Has it gotten worse lately?

Yeah, it seems to me.
Really?

Well, that rules out
the race thing.

You were just as black
last week.

Oh, three years.
She's my best rotisseur.

And what's that?

The rotisse prepares
the roasted meats and gravies.

How do you clean your grill?

Avec reconnaissance.
You say "elbow grease."

Do you use chemical cleaners?

Ah, non, absolument.

And the chefs don't
do the cleaning anyway.

What about pesticides?

You must spray for roaches
and that sort of thing.

No, my kitchen is clean.
No roaches.

[speaking French]

Non, allez au travail.

I need to get back to work.

So the fact that I'm here
asking you these questions,

it doesn't worry you?

[chuckles]
Look at me.
I'm here 18 hours a day.

That guy practically lives here.

He does live here.

I use the same detergents
for 15 years,

and everyone is healthy
as a horse.

Whatever Elyse has,
she didn't get here.

Tell her I hope
she feels better.

And I had to get
a new rotisseur.

Where's Ed?

He went down to the gift shop
to buy a shirt.

And I told him I'd stay up here
just in case you woke up.

You must have better things
to do.

I send my laundry out.

You're not married?

No.

Waiting for the perfect guy?

Lemme guess.

You've already found him.

He threw my towels
out the window.

That's how we met.

Freshman year,
Ed came to a party

that my roommate and I threw.

He spent most of the night
on the bathroom floor.

He figured that
I wouldn't notice the vomit

on the towels if I didn't
have any towels.

I'm assuming he came back
the next day to apologize?

No way.
I had to track him down.

[sighs]

Conflict resolution
has never been

one of Ed's strong points.

But nobody's perfect, right?

I guess.

Oh, my neck hurts.

You've been in this bed

for a really long time.

We're gonna do the same tests
we did last night, okay?

Do you know what day it is?

My arm itches.

It's probably
a mild skin irritation.

I'll get you some hydrocortisone
in a minute.

Do you know what day it is?

Tuesday. It really itches.

How about I get you that cream
right now?

Oh, my God!
Get them off!

Elyse, Elyse. Calm down.

Get them off me!
Elyse, calm down.

[Elyse screaming]

I'm gonna need some Haldol.
Five milligrams.

Honey, what's wrong?

[screaming]
Get 'em off.

Get 'em off, get 'em off!

There's nothing there, Elyse.

There's nothing there!

Aah!

(Foreman)
We had to sedate her.

(House)
You gave sedatives to a patient

that was already sleeping
18 hours a day?

It was better than letting her

scratch all the skin
off her arms.

(House)
Where's Wilson?

(Wilson)
Creepy crawlies

are consistent
with paraneoplastic syndrome.

Onset immediately
after I.V.I.G. isn't.

(House)
There is a simple explanation.

Maybe she really has bugs
under her skin.

Infection?

That's what a worsening
of symptoms

after immunotherapy
would suggest.

(Foreman)
Blood cultures and the timeline

rule out most bacteria.

Patient throws up on your shoes.

Do you clean up most of it?

The symptoms rule out the rest.

Serology rules out viruses,

CSF smears rule out parasites.

almost all the parasites
are inside the brain.

It's possible
they wouldn't show on smears.

But it's not possible
for a patient

who's never been to Africa

to have African
sleeping sickness.

I'm just saying
it fits the symptoms.

She could've got it
from a transfusion.

Or I'm just saying,
she could've got it

from a transfusion.

Which she never had.

Okay.
(Wilson)
What about toxins?

(Foreman)
No.

The kitchen she works in
is cleaner than some hospitals.

But they do serve rabbit.

Rabbit fever fits her symptoms.

Tularemia initially presents
with a rash or ulcer

near the infection site.

Not if she inhaled it.

Chopping the meat
with the cleaver

could easily aerosolize
the bacteria.

No, then she'd have
respiratory symptoms.

Maybe she ignored it,
figured she had a cold.

We rejected Lyme disease

because the couple
would've noticed a rash.

But a wet, hacking cough
is just gonna slip right by?

It's either that or she missed
her exit on the turnpike

and wound up in Africa.

Okay, two lousy ideas.

Unfortunately, they're better
than all the other ideas.

Tularemia.

Bizarre.

Very nice.

That's why I ride you.

Did he just turn on the TV?

He needs to think.

So this should tell us
whether or not

she's got rabbit fever.

For a diagnosis
of Tularemia,

you need a four-fold increase
in serum antibody levels.

To measure an increase,
you need a before.

All we have is an after.

A single titer over 160
would be a big clue.

"That's why I ride you."

What does that mean?

Even when I have a good idea,
it's because of him?

Actually, I think he said
your idea was a lousy idea.

It has to be
one of these two conditions.

I say we take our best guess
and just start treatment.

Or treat both.

The treatment for tularemia

can cause aplastic anemia.

How come he doesn't
ride you guys?

He's got a crush on ya.

Get over it, he rides everybody.

for sleeping sickness
kills one in ten patients.

So we start
with the safer treatment.

By "safer," you mean the one

that's slightly less likely
to kill her.

Foreman got the gang
testing for tularemia?

Yep.
Probably inconclusive.

But worth doing.

So, what's her name?
When do I get to meet her?

There's nobody. Give it up.

Your lips say no,

your shoes say yes.

Well, they're French.

You can trust a word they say.

Solid, yet stylish.

A professional woman
would be impressed.

I'm thinking accountant.
Actuary maybe.

It's somebody in the hospital.

Patient?

Chemo's not sexy.

Daughter of a patient.

She would certainly have
the neediness you need.

I'm not gonna date
a patient's daughter.

Very ethical.

Of course, most married men

would say
they don't date at all.

There was no date!

I had lunch
with one of the nurses.

She's having a tough time,
emotionally.

Perfect.

I wanted to be nice.

I mean it.

You always do.
It's part of your charm.

Hi, boys.

Mrs. Campbell's test results.

Oh, you remember her.

The preschool teacher
with the heart of silicone.

Nope, doesn't ring a bell.

They came in yesterday.

I figured you guys would've been
all over them.

I know how concerned you were.

She's all upset
'cause we paid more attention

to the other girl.

You check out her ass,

I've got the chest.

Of course, that's
just my opinion.

You might want
to call a couple guys

from maintenance in
for a consult.

You check her EKG results

before she left the other day?

You ordered it.

You're the responsible one.

What's wrong?
They look normal to me.

Where is she?

I was right.

Do I have to get rid
of the implants?

Surprisingly, no.

But your EKG shows

a slightly decreased heart rate.

Is that a problem?

You told me you hadn't changed
your diet or exercise.

Were you lying?
Lying?

Does your husband
have high blood pressure?

My husband?

Yeah, you see,

if you're gonna repeat
everything I say,

this conversation's
gonna take twice as long.

Yes, he was diagnosed
six months ago.

He do a lot of cooking at home?

Not really, other than oatmeal
in the morning.

And did you happen to notice

a slightly odd taste
to the oatmeal lately?

Wait, are you saying that--

that it looks like your husband

stirred in some of
his blood pressure medication

along with the brown sugar.

You think my husband's
trying to poison me?

No, nothing like that.

He just doesn't want
to have sex with you.

Decreased sex drive is one
of the most common side effects

of the beta blockers
he's been taking.

I'm guessing he figured
if you're both frigid,

no harm, no foul.

Should've gotten him
the sweater.

That's ridiculous.

Fine.

But if you're still concerned
about the shortness of breath,

I'd start making
your own breakfast.

Wait.

What should I do?

If you care
about your husband at all,

I'd do the responsible thing.

Buy yourself some condoms,
go to a bar,

find--

Hmm.

Lab tests inconclusive?

Not surprisingly.
No. But too bad.

Luckily, I have the answer.

To what?

Thanks for asking.

To life itself. Sex.

Anything that can be transmitted
via the blood

can be transmitted through sex.

Sleeping sickness from sex?

It's not without precedent.

I'm pretty sure it is.

Unless you're talking about
going to Africa

and having sex
with a tsetse fly.

A Portuguese man

was diagnosed three years ago

with CNS affected
sleeping sickness.

His only connection with Africa
was through a girlfriend

who'd served with the military
in Angola.

Boy, where'd you find that?

The Journal of the Instituto
de Higiene

e Medecina Tropical.

You don't read Portuguese?

You do?

Pretty sure
that's what it said.

Either that or it was an ad
for sunglasses.

has never been to Africa either.

Oh, stymied again.

Your logic is bulletproof.

I think ignoring
respiratory symptoms

is more likely than cheating.

Because?

They're completely devoted
to each other.

Because?

They love each other.

Or?

They're overcompensating
for guilt.

Find out which it is.

You want me to ask a man
whose wife is about to die

if he cheated on her.

No, I want you to be polite
and let her die.

Actually, I don't want you
to ask her anything.

Foreman, take the husband.
Chase, take the wife.

You don't trust me
to do my job?

We all formulate questions

based on the answers
we want to hear.

Then how exactly
do you reformulate

"Have you screwed around?"

Did you know she's been trying
to get pregnant?
Yes.

After you got so freaked about
the sick babies a while ago,

I figured that was your thing.

But you've never been prescribed
folic acid,

and you can't lose a baby
if you've never been pregnant.

You pulled
my medical records?

You coughed the other day.
I was concerned.

You were curious.

Like an eight-year-old boy
with a puzzle

that's just a little too
grown-up for him to figure out.

Tomato, to-mah-to.

So it's either
sleeping sickness

or this rabbit thing.

They're both fatal
without treatment.

And unfortunately,
the treatment for both

is extremely dangerous.

Are there tests you can do?

Not at this stage.

But each condition
has a unique history.

We're hoping your answers
to a few questions

will help us.

Sure.

Whatever you need to know.

(Chase)
Before the sleeping problems,

did you have
any trouble breathing?

A cough that wouldn't go away,

anything like that?

No.

Are you certain?

(Ed)
Absolutely.

I've never been away from her
for more than a night.

If she had breathing troubles,
I would've noticed.

[sighs]

The other condition is
significantly more likely if...

if you've had an affair.

Have you ever had an affair?

Of course not.

You sure?

(Ed)
I think I'd remember

cheating on my wife.

You might be reluctant
to admit it.

No.

I just want
to be perfectly clear.

If your wife
has sleeping sickness,

and we don't treat her...
she'll die.

(Elyse)
I would never do that to Ed.

I love him.

(Ed)
Absolutely not.

I love her.

All right then.

They say no cheating,
we cross off sleeping sickness.

Any new ideas?

Okay, we go
with Foreman's tularemia.

Start her on I.V.
chloramphenicol.

25 milligrams per kilogram,
four times a day.

Good night.

Where is Ed?

Right next to you.

Well, you're two down,
two to go.

Two days?

No, doses.

You have about 20 more days
of this fun.

What time is it?

About 4:00 a.m.

I pulled the short straw.

[beep]

Flow rate looks good.

No rash or flushing.

What time is it?

4:00 a.m.

Do you not remember just asking?

I don't...

Elyse?

Elyse? Elyse?

What are you doing?

I'm trying to wake her.

She fall asleep again?

In the middle of a sentence.

Elyse.

Elyse?
What's happening?

Patient's not responding.

Pulse is fine.
Airway's open.

Check her blood pressure.

Pupils are reactive.

Elyse, wake up.

What does that mean?
What are you doing?

She's unresponsive to pain.

Come on, Elyse.

Is she dying?

I don't know.

She's in a coma.

(House)
There's only one way

a tularemia patient
goes into a coma

while on I.V. chloramphenicol.

The patient doesn't
have tularemia.

And then there was one.

Patient comes in
'cause she's sleeping too much.

It takes ten doctors
and a coma

to diagnose sleeping sickness.

And then there was none.

We still have the problem

of explaining
how a white chick from Jersey

who's never traveled
south of D.C.

has African sleeping sickness.

The obvious explanation.

I made it clear.

If this guy's lying
about sleeping around,

he knows he's murdering
his wife.

It does seem unlikely.

Go away.

(Ed)
What are you doing?

Checking for
lymphadenopathy.

And waiting for you.

Who are you?

I'm Dr. House.

Your wife has Human
African Trypanosomiasis.

Sleeping sickness.

You mean it's not tularemia?

A virus, tumor,
or--or cancer?

No.

I've never had an affair.

I believe you.

And I trust Elyse.

The treatment for this disease

is a drug that's...
fatal on its own

10% of the time.

Which is why I need
your written consent

before I can legally
prescribe it.

Why would she lie if sh-she knew
it could kill her?

I don't ask why patients lie.
I just assume they all do.

But why?

To protect you,
or she didn't think it mattered.

It just seemed easier
because...

that's what people do.

Now, if you're
absolutely certain

that your wife has never had sex
with anyone but you

since you were married,
then I'm wrong.

But if you think

there's a possibility
that just one time

she wasn't perfect.

One weekend
you were out of town.

One fight

where she ran to a friend,

one stupid Christmas party.

Then you need to allow me
to start treatment.

Because if we don't...

she's gonna be dead
by tomorrow morning.

You trust your wife that much?

I don't know.

I'll start the treatment.

Glass syringes?

And special I.V. tubing.

Why do we need this stuff?

Because Melarsoprol
melts plastic.

This stuff's basically arsenic
mixed with antifreeze.

What doesn't kill us
makes us stronger, huh?

Nietzsche wouldn't
have been so glib

if he'd been prescribed
Melarsoprol.

Can cause vomiting,
abdominal pain, blood toxicity,

neural damage,
cardiac arrhythmia.

They forgot to say
it's gonna hurt like all hell.

She's lucky
she's in a coma.

How long before we know
if it's working?

It's tough to say.

It's a good sign that she hasn't
gotten any worse.

Does she even know I'm here?

She knows you're always
there for her.

Yeah.

If she gets better,

it means she wasn't
always there for me.

It means she made a mistake.

I can't help it.

Part of me--a big part of me

can't handle that.

Doesn't want her to get better.

Does that make me
a terrible person?

Yes.

[elevator bell dings]

So you're treating her
for African sleeping sickness

because you don't think
it's possible

for someone to be faithful
in a relationship?

And you do?
Yes.

And you need to tell me that?

Look, I am not
having an affair.

I had lunch with someone
I work with.

At work. Once.

I believe you.

What I don't believe
is it'll be just once.

I love my wife.

You certainly love saying it.

[laughs]

I'm sorry.
I know you love your wife.

You loved all your wives.

Probably still do.

In fact, you probably love
all the women you loved

who weren't your wife.

You can be a real jerk
sometimes, you know that?

Yeah, and you're the good guy.

At least I try.

Well, as long as you're
trying to be good,

you can do whatever you want.

And as long
as you're not trying,

you can say whatever you want.

So between us,
we can do anything.

We can rule the world!

[sighs]

Mixing up some margaritas?

Mine's a double, senorita.

That's Portuguese, you know.
Spanish.

Uh-oh.

What's goin' on?

I'm recalibrating
the centrifuge.

Turn around.

It's a very sad thing,
an uncalibrated centrifuge.

Makes me cry too.

I'm not crying.

Okay.

I told the husband
he was a jerk.

Why?

When I was in college, I--

I fell in love.

And I got married.

And...

At that age, the chances
of a marriage lasting--

Thyroid cancer metastasized
to his brain.

There was nothing they could do.

I was 21 and--

and I watched my husband die.

I'm sorry.

But that's not the whole story.

It's a symptom,
not your illness.

Thyroid cancer
would've been diagnosed

at least a year
before his death.

You knew he was dying
when you married him.

He must've been
when you first met him.

And you married him anyway.

You can't be that good a person.

And well-adjusted.

Why?

'Cause you wind up crying
over centrifuges.

Or hating people.

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(Chase)
The fever spiked
at 104.

Echo shows global hypokinesis.

Blood pressure?

Barely 90 over 40.

Did you give her dopamine?

Started 270 micrograms
per minute

ten minutes ago.

Still no change.

Killing the parasites
isn't gonna do much good

if we kill her heart
at the same time.

A heart can be replaced.

A brain can't.

And right now,
we're killing both.

If she's gonna die, we should
at least let her do it

without that acid flowing
through her veins.

What's happening?

We...would've expected
your wife's condition

to show
some improvement by now.

It hasn't.

It's going the other way.

[crying]
Please don't die.

Please don't die.

[monitor beeping faster]

[relieved groan]

She's awake.

Hey.
She's gonna be okay.

Yeah. Sure.

What are you gonna do?

Were you always honest
with her?

Do you know how lucky you are?

Your wife is alive.
She loves you.

What she did--

You can't love a person
and do that to them.

She loves you.

I need to know
who you had the affair with.

He has to be notified

so he can get treatment as well.

Why did you lie to us?

You knew your life was at stake.

He's not coming back, is he?

We all make mistakes.

And we all pay a price.

[sniffling]

I need that name.

Hey there.

How you doing?

Fine.

Do you know where your dad is?

Can I help you?

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