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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.

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

Yeah.

Jeez. 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, you got some water?
- Yeah.

So how do you work things out?

I don't know.
We talk, someone apologizes.

- 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? Come on.

Elyse.

Great. Honey, I'm dehydrated.

Do we have anything
with electrolytes?

Sleeping beauty, wake up.

This is an emergency.

The 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. What's up?

- No. Leave me alone.
- Honey.

I said leave me alone!

I think there's
something wrong with me.

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. Got it all figured out.
You don't need me.

Three er doctors, two neurologists

and a radiologist have all figured out
what it's not.

We need to
figure out what it is.

If any of those doctors
were interested in my opinion,

they would have asked for it.

None of them are willing to subject
themselves to you.

No pain, no gain.

The blood work
shows no signs of inflammation,

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

What?

Husband described her
as being unusually irritable recently.

And?

I didn't realize it was possible
for a woman to be unusually irritable.

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?

- Give me the chart.
- Why?

I find your
interest interesting.

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

What's interesting about that?

Hypersomnia's usually accompanied
by irritability in depressed patients.

True, but not relevant.
She's not depressed.

Hello.
She's sleeping 18 hours a day.

Fever. Clinical depression
does not cause fever.

She could be sick and depressed.

She's sick.

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?

No other systemic signs 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.
Cameron: Doesn't matter.

Blood and csf smears
show no sign of parasites.

Has to be a tumor then.

A tumor sitting directly
on top of the brain stem

that three er doctors, two neurologists
and a radiologist missed?

Partridge in a pear tree
missed it too.

Redo the blood work,
and get a new mri

with 2mm 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?

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.

But 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?
- We don't know.

We're checking just to be safe.

Y'all already checked for that.

The 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
other than just size.

- 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.

Man on pa: X-ray tech,
report to radiology room 3.

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 everyone else
will look at us differently.

The same reason
you're wearing that tie.

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

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 want to 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, do the complications
increase exponentially with cup size?

I want an EKG and blood tests,
including tox screen on Mrs...

Exam room 1.

You're ordering tests
to cover your lechery.

- Interesting.
- Very tricky case.

You love everybody.
That's your pathology.

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

to figure out
what's wrong with her.

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

- I don't feel good.
- You feeling nauseous?

Honey, are 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, Elyse.

Wilson: The mri reveals nothing.

Foreman: That we were
able to detect.

It's not a tumor.

A small glioma could
hide from contrast.

We could do a pet scan.

Yes. 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
postictal disorientation.

We would have 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 have noticed.

- We've looked at everything else.
- Did you look at her breasts?

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
and tumor cells.

Paraneoplastic syndrome
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.

Elyse: Ow!

Cameron: I'm sorry.
I know it's uncomfortable.

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

- At least it'll keep me awake.
- Don't worry. It's almost over.

I wish people would stop
telling me not to worry.

I'm sorry.

My mom was the same age.

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

Guess we're lucky we didn't.

A lot has changed
since your mom died.

Don't worry...

Don't give up.

House: No tumor?

The mri and the mammogram only
showed a few benign calcifications.

It's most likely
a small-cell tumor.

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?

You don't.
Those 12%, no treatment.

They were too busy
looking for the tumor

right till they put
the patient in the ground.

What choice do we have?

Treat the symptoms.
Iv immunoglobulin.

So we're just
gonna ignore the tumor?

Well, eventually
it'll get bigger.

Then it'll be
really easy to find.

One of you needs to
check out where she works.

- Why?
- 'Cause the husband's not sick.

Chase: Meaning?

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 got worse lately?

- Yeah. Seems to me.
- Really?

Well, that rules out
the race thing.

'Cause you were just
as black last week.

Foreman: How long has
Elyse worked here?

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

And what's that?

The rotisseur prepares
the roasted meats and gravies.

How do you clean your grill?

- You say "elbow grease".
- Do you use chemical cleaners?

Non. Absolument.

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.

I need to get back to work.

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

it doesn't worry you?

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 herl 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.

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?

Let me 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 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.

Conflict resolution has never been
one of Ed's strong points.

- 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 test
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!
Get 'em off of me!

Get 'em off me! Get 'em off me!

- Elyse, calm down.
- Get them off me!

Elyse, calm down. Calm down.

They're biting me!
They're biting me!

I'm gonna need some haldol,
five milligrams.

Honey, what's wrong?

Get 'em off!

Get 'em off. Get 'em off.

There's nothing there, Elyse.
There's nothing there.

Foreman: We had to sedate her.

You gave sedatives to a patient
who's already sleeping 18 hours a day?

It was better than letting her
scratch all the skin off her arms.

House: Where's Wilson?

Creepy-crawlies are consistent
with paraneoplastic syndrome.

Onset immediately
after iv ig isn't.

There is a simple explanation.

Maybe she really has
bugs under her skin.

Infection?

That's whata worsening of symptoms
after immunotherapy would suggest.

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.

House: In the final stage
of African trypanosomiasis,

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?

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
have 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 fourfold 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.

Cameron: 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?

- Got a crush on you.
- He just doesn't know how to show it.

Get over it. He rides everybody.

And the treatment for sleeping sickness
kills one in 10 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't 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?

No. 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.

It's her first time
in an oncology unit.

She's having
a tough time emotionally.

- Perfect.
- I wanted to be nice.

That's all. I mean it.

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

Hi, boys.
Mrs. Campbell's test results.

You remember her. The preschool teacher
with the heart of silicone.

- No. Doesn't ring a bell.
- They came in yesterday.

I figured you guys
would have 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.

The tests were normal.
Of course, that's just my opinion.

You might wanna call
a couple of 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?
- Waiting downstairs. Why?

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.

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...

Huh.

Lab tests inconclusive?

Not surprisingly.

House: 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 medicina tropical.

- You don't read Portuguese?
- You do?

Pretty sure that's what it said.

Either that or it was
an ad for sunglasses.

Her husband has never
been to Africa either.

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.

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.

And 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.

"Tomayto, tomahto."

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.

Before the sleeping problems,
did you have any trouble breathing?

A cough that wouldn't go away,
anything like that?

Are you certain?

Absolutely.

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

If she had breathing troubles
I would've noticed.

The other condition is
significantly more likely

if you've had an affair.

- Have you ever had an affair?
- Of course not.

Are you sure?

I think I'd remember
cheating on my wife.

You might be
reluctant to admit it.

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 iv chloramphenicol,

25 milligrams per kilogram,
four times a day.

Good night.

Where's ed?

Cameron: 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 am.
I pulled the short straw.

Flow rate looks good.

No rash or flushing.

What time is it?

4:00 am.

Do you not remember just asking?

Elyse?

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.

Man: What's happening?

Patient's not responding.

Pulse is fine. Aiwvay's open.

Check her blood pressure.

Pupils are reactive.

Elyse, wake up.
You gotta 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.

There's only one way
a tularemia patient goes into a coma

while on iv chloramphenicol.

The patient
doesn't have tularemia.

And then there was one.

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

It takes 10 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 DC
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.

Does seem unlikely.

Go away.

Ed: What are you doing?

Checking for iymphadenopathy.
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 cancer?

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 she knew it could kill her?

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

- But why?
- To protect you,

because she didn't think it mattered,
it just seemed easier,

because that's what people do.

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're 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'm gonna start the treatment.

- Glass syringes?
- And special iv 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.

It doesn't want
her to get better.

Does that make me
a terrible person?

Yes.

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.

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.

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.

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 fell in love,
and I got married.

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

It lasted six months.

Thyroid cancer metastasized
to his brain.

There was nothing they could do.

I was 21, 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 have been diagnosed

at least
a year before his death.

You knew he was dying
when you married him.

Possibly 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?

Chase: Her fever spiked at 104.

Echo shows global hyperkinesis.

- Blood pressure?
- Barely 90 over 40.

Did you give her dopamine?

Started 270 micrograms per minute
10 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.

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.

Please don't die.

Please don't die.

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.

I need that name.

Hey, there. How you doin'?

Fine.

Do you know where your dad is?

Can I help you?