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(Sensei)
Hajime!
[grunting]

Matte.

She almost took
my head off!

Your fault.

You didn't guard
your left side.

Hajime!

[grunting]

Matte!

Point.

Hajime!

Matte, matte, matte!

Matte, matte!

Stop, stop, stop!

Addie...you're bleeding.

I never even hit her.

[coughing]

[Massive Attack's Teardrop]

*

Good morning.

This is funny.

"People don't--"
Not done reading.

Go away.

Most likely
she coughed it up,

which would mean
it's from her lungs.

Drugs, toxins,
infection?

No fever,
no elevated white count,

which rules out
infection.

And the blood panels found
no drugs,

no toxins.

The bronchoscopy
was pristine.

So much for the lungs.

Good morning.
Not yet.

So then the blood came
from her stomach,

which would mean
it's an ulcer or a GI bleed.

ER also ran an upper
and lower GI.

No occult blood
in her stool.

(Chase)
Which means no ulcer
or GI bleed.

Which means it's not
from the stomach either,

which means it didn't come
from anywhere.

You guys get to the point

where the blood didn't come
from anywhere?

Rupture in her sinus cavity?

Drip through the back?

Not that much blood.

Trauma from karate?
No trauma.

Kicked the other guy's ass.

Now a good time?

If you can tell me how blood
can mysteriously appear--

Now.

This includes you.

What's going on?

Feel free to speculate
amongst yourselves.

Are you sure?

Yeah.
Why?

He's afraid of turning
into me.

[Cuddy chuckles]

Well, that's
a good enough reason.

Sign here.

That's not promising.

Good luck.
Thank you.

That's it?

You're not gonna
tell him that

we're a family, and families
don't abandon each other?

You want me to?
No.

Would it make
any difference?

No.
Good luck, Dr. Foreman.

So, where were we?

College sophomore
coughing up blood.

Not the case,
the speculation.

The palace intrigue,

the rising self-doubts.

Did Foreman get
a promotion?

I resigned.

What?

Personally,
I can't believe

I've had the same
three employees

for three years.

The patient could have
a heart problem.

Yes, life goes on.

Look at the eager beaver
combing his hair.

Hyperdynamic heart could
force too much blood

into her lungs.

She coughed up
the overflow.

It wouldn't leave a trace
in her lungs

because it's traveling
through normal plumbing.

Foreman, go do
a stress echo test

to see if he's right.

Cameron, check out the dorm,
and redo the ER labs.

I'll get going
on Foreman's farewell party.

Everybody good with a mermaid
under the stars theme?

So why are you leaving?

Or is it just some sort
of power play?

You can have my parking space
and my locker.

Is it about House?

Let me get all sensitive
and confide in you.

Addie, pedal harder.

We need your heart rate
at 170.

Why wouldn't you want
to tell me?

I don't like you.

Never have, never will.

You want me to share
some more?

Even if you do hate me,

if you found another job,
you'd tell me.

If House did something
to drive you out of here,

you'd tell me.

The fact that
you won't tell me

means that whatever
the real reason is...

you're ashamed of it.

(Addie)
Guys...I'm at 170.

[panting]

Pulmonary artery
looks good.

It's not
a heart problem.

Are you cold?

No.

Scared?

I'm okay. Why?

On your arm.

(Chase)
Addie has goose bumps.
Ooh...

No recovering
from those babies.

You don't have goose bumps
for no reason.

They're a reaction
to the body thinking

it's cold.

She wasn't cold--
her temperature was normal.

But her body thought
it was, which means...

What, a brain problem?

A messed-up hypothalamus
could cause goose bumps,

but they're not gonna cause her
to cough up blood.

She has no neurological issues--
she had a shiver.

I think there's
an infection.

We've ruled out infection

because no fever,
no white count.

I think there's
an infection.

Blood goes where
it's needed.

An infection likes
nice wet places--her lungs.

Start treatment.

All that cool stuff
for bacterial,

fungal,
and atypical infections.

Get a lung biopsy.

I want to see
the little bugger up close.

Why is Foreman quitting?

He wants to breed llamas.

Interesting.

You're ashamed
of the reason too.

No one writes tamoxifen
like you.

Well, I use a G.

Foreman resigned.

I'm sorry.

It's okay, no biggie.

Right.

He give a reason?

He said he didn't want
to end up like me.

I had a brilliant retort.

I can't remember
what it was at the moment.

You don't want
to end up like you.

Good point.

Can I resign?

[yawns]

What's up with that?

With what?

You yawned.

I just told you
something interesting,

so you're not bored.

It's 11:00 in the morning,
you're drinking coffee,

so you're not tired.

I didn't yawn, so it's not
a mirror-neuron reaction...

which leaves symptom.

Vasovagal issue.

Maybe a heart problem.

My heart's fine.
I was up late.

You're just deflecting having
a conversation about Foreman.

I'm okay with Foreman leaving.

Either you're lying,

or you don't really think
he's leaving.

Or you just jumped
right to acceptance.

[yawns]

Sorry, I yawned

because I was trying
to communicate boredom.

You could try bargaining
with him--give him a raise.

How much do you think
it would cost

to make him want
to be like me?

Thanks for the coffee.

She seems fine.

She is fine.

She coughed up blood.

Past tense.

She has diarrhea.

From the antibiotics
for the infection.

Lung biopsy says
she doesn't have an infection.

Well, then you screwed up
the biopsy.

Or you're wrong
about infection.

If I'm wrong,
then so is her body,

'cause it obviously thinks
she's got an infection,

or it wouldn't have gotten
better from the antibiotics.

What is pandiculation
symptomatic of?

Yawning's a symptom of fatigue
or cholinergic excitation.

Does this have anything
to do with Addie?

Let's say yes.

(Chase)
Cerebral tumor, epilepsy.

Could also be
a medication reaction

to antidepressants,

or some meds
for end-stage liver failure.

Let's say no.

[chuckles]

You don't want
to leave this job.

(Chase)
Three years you've been here,

you've never once laughed
at anything he's said.

Because I wasn't kissing
his ass.

But now you are?

No.

Now you're nervous.

Uncomfortable
about your decision.

It wasn't even
that good a joke.

Oh, crap.

Most of your jokes
are excellent.

I just meant
in comparison.

Shut up.

I think she may not have
an infection.

We better deal with her
before she crashes.

[alarms beeping]

[alarmed cry]
She can't breathe!

Get off the bed.
We need a crash cart.

What's happening?!

Let's get her down now.

The pressure's
collapsing her lungs.

She's not getting
any air.

Oh, my God!

(Chase)
She couldn't breathe

because she had
a pleural effusion.

Thoracentesis revealed
low protein count.

Effusion was transudative,

which means she has
cirrhosis of the liver,

or she's
in heart failure.

Heart was fine,
liver enzymes were normal.

There's something
called "blude"

in the pleural effusion.

Oh, it's not "blude,"
it's blood.

Ha--which is great.

Not for her, but for me.

Because it means
I think it's an infection.

The labs indicated
minute traces of blood.

You can't ignore the blood
because it's a minority,

can you, Foreman?

(Cameron)
If we count the traces
of blood as significant,

the differential isn't
just infection.

It could be lung cancer,
breast cancer, lymphoma.

Great, go tell her
she's got one of those.

Or you can tell her that

we haven't given her
enough antibiotics

for her infection.

Double the dose,
and check her lungs.

We checked her lungs,
they're clean.

On the outside.

(House)
She needs an arteriogram.

It's about my bowel movements.

What isn't these days?

You sure you want
to be here for this?

We do everything together.

Of course.

The toilet can be
a lonely place.

Drop your pants,
I'll suit up.

They float.
Huh?

My bowel movements.

Honey says
they're not supposed to.

I'm a nutritionist.

Yes, I could tell

from the cool
toe-loop sandals.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

And the natural-fiber clothing,
I assume,

means some kind
of vegetarian denomination?

We're vegans.

At first I was
a little concerned

about the lack
of protein,

but Honey showed me
you can get it from lots--

Well, whatever floats
your poop.

And you've been together
how long?

Six months?

How'd you know?

Because after six months,
poop love fades.

And if you'd been together
shorter than that, then--

I'll explain
right after this break.

[door shuts]

Three ten-milligram pills
of your finest amphetamines.

(Cameron)
Arteriogram
was normal.

(Chase)
Which means
her lungs are fine.

(House)
What if the clear arteriogram
is significant?

It is significant.

It means
there's no infection.

I think there's
an infection.

(Cameron)
Infections don't
come and go.

People don't get better then
worse in the same treatment.

Unless your body can't
finish out the fight.

Maybe goes a couple of rounds,
then gives up.

Why would it give up?

Maybe its name is Foreman.

Come on,
where's that smile?

That laugh that makes
the whole world sunny

without contributing
to global warming.

[chuckles]

Maybe she's missing
a protein.

Blood panel and enzymes show
her proteins are normal.

You can't have tested
for every protein.

I can think of at least one
you can't test for at all.

Complement factor H
deficiency.

If she has that,
she's dead.

No way to fend off bacteria.

She'll get one infection
after another

until her body
shuts down.

Maybe we can get ahead
of the game.

Manage each symptom
as it comes up.

It would give her
five miserable years

instead of six
miserable months.

(Foreman)
There's no diagnostic test

for complement
factor H deficiency.

So we isolate the cells
that are yummiest for it.

Stick a needle
in her eye.

[door opens]

You're cheating on Honey.

What?!
No, I'm not.

Oh, yes, you are.

It's okay.

I get it.

Well, I was gonna say relax,
but oddly enough

you seem pretty relaxed
already.

You're accomplished,
you're funny.

You can have whatever you want--
women are gonna--

He's not cheating
with another woman.

He's cheating
with another food group.

What?

His floaters float

because they're
full of fat.

Probably had a big cheeseburger
for lunch.

You're eating flesh?

It's just a hamburger.
Not all the time.

You're disgusting!
The soy cakes taste
like cardboard.

Unsalted cardboard.

I'm accomplished.

I'm funny.

Can I...
have whatever I want?

Can we wait a second?

What's wrong?
I feel good.

Do you really need
to put that needle--

You felt good
yesterday,

and then you almost
suffocated.

And you know that
that thing

is in my eye?

We think it could be.

If we find it,

our hope is that
we can treat it.

You hope?
Mom.

Don't hang on every word.

He said he hopes.

That means he doesn't know.

I just want to understand
what's going on.

We won't know anything
until we do the test.

Addie, this all looks
really scary,

but you'll feel nothing.

Okay?
Okay.

You rang?

You called me.

I bought you
an espresso.

You've been buying me coffee
for a couple of weeks,

I thought I'd pay you back...
with one.

How did you walk with the cane
and the two coffees?

Why are you suspicious?

Because it's either that
or accept the fact

that you've done something nice.

And then I have to deal
with the horsemen

and the rain of fire
and the end of days.

You think I spat
in yours?

Or worse.

I stacked them.

What do you think of me
hiring a nutritionist

instead of a neurologist?

They sound
almost the same.

I take it you've met
a hot nutritionist.

Don't cheapen this.

We had an in-depth
conversation

about proteins and fats.

I was about to examine
her boyfriend's rectum.

You asked for a date
while your finger was

in her boyfriend?

Got her number.

No, no.

No way.

This is an employment
application.

She doesn't want
to go out with you,

she's looking
for a job.

Oh, God, she's 26.

With the wisdom
of a much younger woman.

Have you spoken
to Foreman?

Several times.

We laugh--
You're gonna lose him.

And that will be
depressing...

and will only make me
appreciate

all the good things
that I do have.

Macular biopsy was negative,

which means you're wrong.

There's no complement
factor H deficiency.

The most likely cause of
altering blood flow

in the brain
is a clot or a tumor.

We can rule out
a clotting issue

because she has
a bleeding issue.

Which means we should be
looking for a tumor.

I think
there's an infection.

Just because the cells
in her eye

aren't dead yet,

doesn't mean
they're working.

So why did we do
the test?

Because if it had been
positive,

it would have proved
I was right.

But negative doesn't
prove you wrong.

That's the beauty
of the test.

She needs an MRI
of her brain.

Absolutely.

As long as you're scanning,

you mind having a boo
for an abscess,

or something caused
by an infection?

I didn't expect House
to beg me to stay,

but it seems like he's
in a better mood since I quit.

Nothing in the axial view.

You haven't asked me
why I'm leaving.

I figured you'd tell me
when you wanted to.

I don't want to be
like him.

You're not a jerk.

Thank you.

I mean, sometimes you are.

But I don't think
we can pin that on House.

And you're a better doctor

than when you came
through the door.

I'm better at some things,
worse at others.

Again,
not House's fault.

It's a job.

You're supposed
to take the good,

and leave the bad.

It's easier for you.

Why, because you think
I need to toughen up?

You think I'm weak?

Yeah.

See, I am a jerk.

I've gotta get out of here.

[pained groans]

What's wrong, Addie?

My head hurts!

Brain's clean.

No tumor
and no abscess.

We're all wrong.
My head!

[Addie crying out]

[screaming]

My head!

[screaming]

Grody!

Looks like
massive tissue death.

Who cares--
her head blew up.

How cool is that.

(Cameron)
It's not puss-y

Meaning you don't think
it's an infection.

And you'd be right,

if you weren't wrong.
Here we go again.

She's got infections
that come and go, which means--

It means it has to be
something else.

Good guess, but no.

It means either she's got
a leprechaun in her colon,

which is playing
with the doggy door,

letting bacteria
in and out.

Or she's got complement
factor H deficiency.

Are you enjoying this?

I'm saving a woman's li--

I'm saving a woman's life!

Actually,
I'm diagnosing her.

Technically
I'm diagnosing her

with something
that's gonna kill her,

but other than that
I am saving her life.

An autoimmune problem
makes more sense.

You can't explain a
transudative pleural effusion

with Giant Cell Arteritis.

You'd need three
white boards

and 100 different-colored
markers.

No, it's much more likely
she has an invisible protein

that allowed bacteria to
arbitrarily invade her lungs,

then arbitrarily invade
her pleura,

then arbitrarily jump
into her head.

If it's autoimmune,
she can live.

But we have to
give her steroids now,

before her heart ruptures.

If you're wrong
and you give her steroids,

she dies now.

Foreman, you want a rundown
on how it feels

to go with your gut
and kill a person?

We can get into the whole
spiraling out of control,

self-doubt,
resigning thing.

Do it.

The worst that can happen is
you quit.

Cameron, want to explain
to the parents

why you'll be
holding paddles

while he's doing it?

Because if her heart
goes boom,

it'll boom right away.

She really has
to be awake for this?

If there's a problem,

she can tell us
what she feels.

Relax.

We're scared.

I don't want you
to be scared.

Then get better.

Okay, sweetie?

We love you.

[sobbing]
I'm sorry.

Ready?

Ready.

My patient's about
to have a heart attack.

It's gonna be massive.

Oh, well, that's too bad

'cause I just got tickets
to a stroke on the third floor.

Have you had a conversation
with Foreman?

Do me a favor.

You haven't...

because then you would
have to confront

your own emotions.

Is bile an emotion?

Because I could definitely
feel something here.

Get me some licorice.

This is gonna be
the best heart attack

of all time.

Oh, wait, wait, wait--

She's gonna shock her.

There's always tomorrow.

You wanted to see me?

Pretty sure
the label is straight.

Are you really gonna leave?

Where are you going?

You lined up interviews yet?
I'm not sure.

You're pissed at House--
I get it.

You're symbolicating
killing him.

Symbolicating?
What?

Symbolic-a-lating--
gosh, that's a hard word.

Are you okay?

Hey, I'm not the one sym--

I'm not the one symb--

I'm not the one
pretending to kill someone.

What would it take
for you to stay?

Is it money?

He wants you to stay.

He said that?

If I said he said that,
would that make a difference?

[phone ringing]

Are you sure you're okay?

Hello?

Ugh, I'm leaving now.

I'm late for a breast thing.

You know he wants you.

You know he's good;
you know he can make you good.

I don't know what I'm saying.

You don't--
I don't--

You know what I'm saying
and you know I'm right.

I gotta go.

Sorry it took me so long
to get down here.

I'm Dr. Wilson.
I guess Dr. Stein's gone.

Don't worry about it.

I'll talk to him
when we're done.

Dr. Stein said they're probably
calcium deposits.

Well, with your medical history

you don't want to take
any chances.

I can't seem
to put on my gloves today.

It's weird.

Okay, well...that's fine.
One's enough.

Well, let's have a look.

You sure talk fast.

This is nothing.

You should see me
when we're busy.

I just winked at you.

I just--I've never winked
at a patient in my life.

I have no--
I am so sorry.

I have no idea
what I was thinking.

It's okay.

No, it's not.
I was hitting on you.

I wasn't consciously
hitting on you,

but what else
could you think?

That you were being
reassuring?

Yeah, that would make sense.

On the other hand, I--

I feel like my heart's
gonna explode.

Are you okay?

I feel a little sweaty.
Am I sweating?

Yeah.

Is something wrong?

I can't--I can't--

I put on gloves to do
a breast exam--perfect.

Sorry.

[breathing heavily]

It's 185.

185.

185?

Excuse me,
I have to go kill someone.

[banging on door]

You dosed me!

Yes, I did.

But only because
you didn't trust me,

your best friend.

You could've killed me!

Amphetamines
aren't gonna kill you.

You don't know
my medical history.

I--I could've--

You could've given me
a heart attack.

A heart attack
is not gonna kill you.

You were in a hospital.

A-ha! You yawned.

A-ha...

you tried to kill me.

I put you on uppers,
and you still yawned.

Means it's a symptom

of being a big, fat liar.

Yawning is a side effect
of some anti-depressants--

apparently the ones
you're on.

I'm not on anti-depressants;
I'm on speed.

That means it's a symptom
of cerebral tumor.

You got six weeks to live.

Mr. Well-adjusted
is as messed up

as the rest of us.

Why would you keep that
a secret?

Are you ashamed
of recognizing

how pathetic your life is?

It's not a secret, House!

It's--it's--

It's personal!

How long has it been personal?

It's personal!

Yawning's recent,

so either you just started
or you changed prescriptions.

This is why I take them.

They're anti-depressants.

Not anti-annoyance-ants.

You'd think this would

naturally come up
in conversation.

Oh, don't act hurt.

You don't care.

On one of those occasions

when you're pompously
lecturing me

on what to do to fix my life.

You wouldn't take them.

You'd rather OD on Vicodin

or stick electrodes
in your head

because you could say
you did it to get high.

The only reason
to take anti-depressants

is because you're depressed.

You have to admit
that you're depressed.

Gimme.

Are you gonna admit that--
Nope.

I'm gonna prove
that I'm not depressed.

Well, I can't give you
my prescription.

You've got to meet
with a psychiatrist.

You need a whole work-up.

Give me a Vicodin
so I don't stroke.

I...wouldn't drink that.

My leg hurt, and I...

[sighs]

[phone ringing]

[knocking on door]

[door opening, closing]

[hinges squeak]

House.

Why didn't you
pick up the phone?

We've been calling.

I was sleeping.

What did you do?

Nothing.

This is how regular people look

when you wake them up.

Chase was wrong.

Addie's kidneys shut down.

(Cameron)
Hemolytic uremic syndrome

shut down Addie's kidneys.

Peripheral smear of red cells
had schistocytes.

Huh.

HUS is usually caused
by an infection

or a protein deficiency.

What a coincidence.

I know a patient
with an infection

and a protein deficiency.

You think it's possible
there's a connection?

I want to hear you say it,
Chase.

It will please me.

Doesn't mean you're right.

You predicted cardiac arrest--
instant cardiac arrest.

There were only two choices.

Since yours was wrong,
mine must've been right.

Either that or we missed
the leprechaun.

(Cameron)
If you're right,
there's nothing to be done.

The steroid treatment
we gave her

means when the next infection
hits,

it'll hit hard.

Liver failure,
cardiac arrest--

On the bright side,
it confirms my diagnosis.

Don't you see how incredible
this call was?

A protein deficiency.

Can't be tested,
can't be seen.

I called it based on
coughing blood.

You're happy about this.

She's going to die.

That's not my fault.

She's gonna die anyway.

But now, thanks to me,
at least she'll know why.

(Chase)
I'm sure you'll see
that gratitude

in her eyes when you tell her.

I'm not telling her.

I'm not telling her.

No one's telling her.

Not 'til we're sure I'm right.

But we're gonna wait for her
to stroke

or have a heart attack
to confirm

before we tell her.

Seems like the humane approach.

[soft dramatic music]

*

[heavy rock music on TV]

[door opening]

Her heart went into V-fib.

Brought her back.
Barely.

Congratulations.

You have your confirmation.

What's her name?

Who? The co-ed?

Sure.

Dead sophomore girl?

You know her father's name?

Dad.

Her mother's name is Mommy.

Ben and Jodie are about
to lose

their only daughter, Addie.

You think they're
gonna give a crap

if I know their names?

Five years from now

when the father's looking
at photographs

of his daughter graduating
from high school,

they're not gonna remember
the nice black doctor

who called them
by their first name.

You don't wanna quit.

You saying you don't want me
to quit?

Didn't sound like I said that.

I'm saying that suddenly

you're trying to turn me
into a kinder, gentler ass.

'Cause you know who you are.

And you figure if you can
make me decent and caring,

then maybe there's
a hope for you--

You are about to tell a girl
she's dying.

And you think
it's about you.

God, I hope I'm not you.

I'm sorry.

Addie, you're dying.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Your infections
will get worse.

The toxins will spill
into your blood.

How long?

Two days...

maybe less.

You have a condition called--

It doesn't matter.

It's, um, a very rare
protein deficiency--

I don't want to hear it.

Okay.

[crying]

Shhh.

It's what's killing you.

This is what's killing you.

You're not interested
in what's killing you?

Will that make
any difference?

Will I live
any longer?

Please, could you just leave?

What's the point of living

without curiosity?

Without craving the--

So I'm screwing up
my last few hours

because I won't listen to you?

Get out of here.

It's--it's--
it's like the...

dark matter in the universe.

You're smiling.

No, I'm not.

You can only diagnose
a problem

by looking at what's--

missing.

Oh, God.

I have to go.

Ah!

Nineteen-year-old
didn't want to hear

the coolest explanation
of why she's gonna die.

Begged me to shut up.

[door slamming]

If you can't shut up,
at least talk quietly.

Amphetamine withdrawal's
a bitch.

She thought that I was happy.

You were happy.

No, I was hazy.

I don't get hazy
on Vicodin

or anything else
I throw down.

Which means I was throwing down

something I didn't know
I was throwing down.

Which got me to wondering...

why didn't you give me
those happy pills?

I told you;
you gotta be checked out--

No, you just didn't want me
double dosing.

You dosed me!

Those coffees--

They worked.
You've been smiling.

Relaxed...happy.

A dying girl
thought I was happy.

A moron thought I was happy.

Who the hell
doesn't want to know

why she's dying?

House was happy.

Hazy.
Happy.

Hazy!

Oh, right, a dying girl
mistook hazy for happy.

Because dying people
see happiness everywhere.

She's miserable.

She wasn't miserable.

Of course she was miserable.
You just told her she--

She's no different
than she'd ever been.

She's no different
than she'd ever been.

Oh, God.

I gotta go.

[door slamming]

I need a minute
with your daughter.

Dr. House,
get out of here before--

She's gonna live.

Does that help?

Now get out.

Are you jerking us around?

Get out!

You...

[in Irish accent]
have got leprechauns in ya.

Depression manifests
in lots of different ways.

Some people can't get
out of bed all day.

Others have serial
relationships

and become oncologists.

I'm dying;
I'm not depressed.

Wrong and wrong.

You tried to kill yourself

by throwing down
kitchen cleanser.

Now, most normal
suicidal morons

would've just drank the stuff.

Burn the hell out of their mouth
and throat.

Painful, but not deadly.

But being a college-educated,
suicidal moron,

you wrapped it
in gel caps or gum

which left no trace.

It burned a hole
in your intestine.

But the body can repair
almost anything...

which is cool.

In your case,

scar tissue closed up
the hole.

But it also formed a bridge

between a vein and an artery.

Now, veins are supposed
to help the intestine

flush bacteria away.

But the bridge allowed

the bacteria
entrance to the artery

where they got a free ride...

everywhere.

Can you fix me?

Surgery can fix the bridge.

Take about two hours.

Psychotherapy's gonna take you
a little longer.

Why'd you do it?

I don't know.

I just...

have never been happy.

[crying]
Please don't tell my parents.

They'll blame themselves,
and it's not their fault.

Please, you can't tell them.

Technically,
all you have to do

is promise me
that you won't do it again.

Then legally,
I can't tell them.

I promise.

Yeah. Sure.

We can't thank you enough--

Your daughter tried
to kill herself.

That's why she's here.

Legally, I'm supposed
to keep that

between me and her.

Which makes sense.
She's obviously an adult.

Capable of her own
well-reasoned decisions.

You're sure?

If she doesn't die
in the next couple of hours...

yeah, I'm right.

How could she hide this?

Everyone has secrets.

We'll take care of her.

Figure it out.

Make her happy?

Get her into therapy.

Might want to try
some meds too.

Can we call you?

If we have any questions.

No.

'Sup?

Nothing.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah.

House's patient.

Yeah, the one
that would've died

if not for him.

Subtle.

Thanks.

You're really scared
you'll turn into him.

Don't tell me
I'm better than him.

Don't tell me take the good,
leave the bad.

Cameron already tried.

I'm telling you

there are worse things
to turn into.

It's not worth it.

[Otis Rush's
Whole Lotta Lovin' plays]

*

I didn't think
you were gonna show.

Sorry.

Surgery went a little late.

So you really think
I have

all the necessary
qualifications?

I can't discuss this
with a dry mouth.

What do you got there?

Peppermint tea.

I'm going to have a mug
of peppermint tea, please.

This isn't a job interview,
is it?

It's some kind of interview.

You're judging me,
I'm judging you.

You have the upper hand.

I don't know anything
about you.

I'm on anti-depressants

'cause a doctor friend of mine
thinks I'm miserable.

I don't like them.
They make me hazy.

I eat meat.
I like drugs.

And I'm not always faithful
to the women I date.

You don't seem depressed.

You do realize
you just skipped over

several deep character flaws

that most women
would run screaming from.

You told the truth.

Yeah.

I don't always
do that either.

Well, how miserable
can you be saving lives,

sleeping around,
and doing drugs?

Were you on the debating team
in high school?

Also...

I hate...tea.

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