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Let's stay focused, Johnny.

What are you looking at?

Who is she?

That's miss Cindy,
Zeke's new aide.

What happened to his old aide?

She got married.

So, first,

you want to rub the glue on the paper
in any shapes you like.

Why do people get married?

Because they love each other.

Why aren't you married?

I haven't found the person
I love yet

because I spend
all of my time loving you.

Does that mean
we can get married?

Well, love comes in many types,
and there's lots of it to go around.

My snow is ruined.

It's not ruined.

Oh, it's pretty.

See, look, I like the green.

Who ever heard of green snow?

It's magical.

Come here, we'll get you
cleaned up, okay?

It's okay.

Are you okay?

You gonna pay for that?

Nice of you to offer.

Now I can actually get
some cream cheese.

29-year-old teacher, she works with
special needs children. She...

I love what you're wearing.

It brings out the blue
of the case file.

Which means it's not from the er.
So why are you here?

Because Dr. Cuddy is not here.

She's decided to spend some more time
at home with the baby for a while.

I'm taking over some
of her day-to-day responsibilities,

like babysitting you.

Interesting. You have your
whole life ahead of you,

so why would cuddy
want you to die so young?

She figured I'd spent

three years working for you,
I was inoculated.

Good. Fun.

You get to exercise your nevvfound power,
I squirm under your thumb,

resent the student becoming the teacher,
and then push comes to shove

and we all get to realize what
our real roles should be.

And then you put out.

That's why I took the job.

29-year-old special ed teacher coughs up
blood all over corky.

No dyspnea, no weight loss.

Why are you smirking?

Never thought I'd see the day you
were taking orders from Cameron.

- Cameron's in charge?
- When did that happen?

Kutner: You're going to
destroy her, aren't you?

I am going to do my job. If that
involves leaving her a rotting pulp...

Cameron's going to
Mark her territory.

She'll probably overcompensate

- and destroy you.
- Bleeding ulcer.

Scope of the stomach
and lungs were clean,

yet she continues to spit up blood
from both her stomach and lungs.

Means there's probably something wrong
with the blood itself,

leukemia, Von willebrands.

Thoracic tumor's a better fit.

Erodes into her aiwvay and esophagus,
explains the...

Oh, will you two
stop it already?

- Stop what?
- Disagreeing.

Okay. Which one of us shouldn't
have an opinion?

It's not an opinion,
it's a smoke screen.

You toss out a lame idea instead of
agreeing with foreman's better idea

because you're worried
that will confirm

that he's boldly gone where no man
has gone before.

You slept with foreman?

Sorry. You were busy.

Drop it, house.

We're seeing each other,
end of discussion.

Anything else isn't relevant.

It's extremely relevant.
Apparently, it colors everything.

Now I have no idea if you have
differing opinions

because you have
differing opinions

or because you're just trying to prove
that you can think for yourselves.

How about you just
judge our ideas on their own merit?

You don't want me to do that.

Go run a bleeding time test,
confirm our patient's blood is screwy,

then you can come back and pretend
to disagree about why.

Time zero.

I'm impressed,
you didn't even flinch.

I just went to my happy place.

We cannot let house
anywhere near this woman.

Where is your happy place?

My class. With them.

Thirteen: Pass the first Mark.

It's a great thing you do.

Not really.

Most kids, typical children, you hand
them a pair of scissors and they cut.

Well, Tony, he's got op,

and when I gave him scissors,
we went on a journey together,

learning to get his fingers in those
holes, to hold the scissors apart,

to hold the paper.

I mean, when he finally learned to cut,
we both just wept with joy.

If you ever meet our
boss, just yes or no answers, okay?

It's not slowing up.
No sign of clotting.

So there is something
wrong with my blood?

Don't worry,
we'll run some lab tests

to find out which
clotting factor is off and...

I'm not worried.

Must be one hell
of a happy place.

She's beautiful.

I know. I'm lucky.

Absolutely.

What's she like?

She's eight weeks old.

Are you asking me about her politics
or her sense of humor?

My cousin had a kid.
They acted like they knew the thing

from the time it was
two minutes old. I just thought...

She cries, she eats,
and she poops.

What's wrong?

I don't feel anything.

You're tired.

I'm not sleep deprived.

She sleeps fine.
I'm obviously not hormonal.

I know I'm supposed
to feel amazement.

I'm supposed to love her.

I just...

I don't feel anything at all.

Sorry. Maybe I'm just tired.

Thank you for stopping by.
I'm okay.

Lisa,

if you're...

I'm feeding her, I'm changing her,
and I'm burping her.

I'm doing everything I'm supposed to do.
She will be okay.

Please go back to work.

It is the blood, but the clotting
proteins aren't the problem.

It's her platelets. Looked like
they had bite marks in them.

So, now you're agreeing?

Either you folded because I gave you
crap, or you broke up, or...

We disagree,
you blame our relationship.

We agree, you blame
our relationship.

Don't you see a problem there?

- Yes. Don't you?
- Could be lymphoma.

Not with a normal ldh.

Itp fits. We should
start her on methotrexate.

Absolutely.
And total body irradiation.

Because she failed
the bleeding time test?

Tbi will promote cancers,
kill her digestive tract.

Don't forget, stop her
from bleeding into her brain.

It's premature, reckless,
and potentially lethal.

True. Must be somebody's
job to stop me

from being
reckless and irresponsible.

Nobody can stop me
from being premature.

I got a patient with itp.
I want to hit her with radiation.

I'm gonna have to call you back.

- Methotrexate.
- Good point.

On the other hand,
if she bleeds in her brain,

she's gonna need
a special ed class of her own.

Fine.

Really?

Yeah. If you think
it's right, do it.

Hmm.

Some people thought you were going to be
brutal, marking your territory.

- Who?
- Nobody.

Just because I call
him nobody, doesn't make me a racist.

I'm not going to play games.

If you come to me with a request, and
it makes medical sense, I'll say yes.

I need oral sex.

I'm pretty sure biological
imperative qualifies as medical sense.

Can I return my phone call now?

I don't really see
how that's going to be possible.

Patient won't respond to methotrexate,
bleeding time hasn't improved.

You have a medical
dilemma for me, I have one for you.

I need a reason
to not do total body irradiation.

Other than that
Cameron said you can't.

She said I can.

Then why don't we just do it?

Because it's premature, reckless,
and potentially lethal.

Then why don't we
just don't do it?

Because that would let
Cameron in on the fact

that I never intended to do it.

This is gonna
be convoluted, isn't it?

Figured I'd ask for something really
crazy so she'd shoot me down,

and get the whole, "I can control house"
thing out of her perky little system.

So the next time I went back and I asked
for something marginally crazy,

it would seem marginally reasonable,
and she'd say yes.

So, yeah, slightly convoluted.

You're screwed.

Unless we irradiate her.

Without the radiation.

We book the nuclear lab,
we fill out the papewvork,

we bring the patient down there, we do
everything but flip the switch.

Go. Do. Don't flip.

And is there anything
we should be doing,

you know, to actually
help the patient?

Trust me, for the long
term, this will help all our patients.

In the short term, double the dose of
methotrexate and add prednisone.

Cameron's got the keys
to the castle.

This trial I'm running,
the drug really seems to be working.

She's kind of liking the power.

Think I'm kind of
liking her liking it.

I'm not sure
what I'm going to do about thirteen.

She's sort of dressing
like cuddy.

She's on the placebo.

You can't possibly know that.

Accidents happen. I found out.

You cannot tell her.
You'd be compromising the trial.

She knows she had a 50-50 chance
of not being on the drug.

If you feel like you're
lying to her, too bad.

I don't want to tell her.

I want to put her
on the real drug.

And you want me to tell you
that that's okay?

Her trial results are already
compromised

just from the fact that I know.

As long as she's
wasting her time,

why not give her something that might
actually help her?

Valid point, except for the fact
that it's a load of crap.

Don't be an idiot.

So, how long until
we start the procedure?

We already started.
Told you, you wouldn't feel a thing.

You should lie back.
Just stay really still.

I have to pee.

Can we, like, call a timeout for a
minute? Let me go to the bathroom?

Yeah. Sure. We 71 just start up
again when you're done.

Thanks.

Sorry. I didn't
realize I had to go.

Taub: No problem.

Sarah!

No pulse. Get the paddles.

Clear!

Got a pulse.

It's not itp. She clearly doesn't
need fake radiation.

No structural defects
in her heart.

Thirteen: What about a calcified valve
or a patent foramen ovale?

Transthoracic echo and bubble study
show nothing.

Her heart's clean.

The patient said
she had to go pee.

Maybe when she got up,
she started to urinate,

increased the vagal tone, caused
arrhythmia and stopped her heart.

Who has to go pee in the middle
of a nuclear procedure?

It wasn't really
a nuclear procedure.

She didn't know that.

People don't die from peeing.

Heavy metal, toxin.

Drugs or alcohol.

Or her own body is making a toxin.
Cold agglutinins.

Abnormal protein gets activated
by cold temperatures.

Like the classroom
with the broken heater

and the cold metal table
in the procedure room.

For god's sake, get a room.

Immerse her in an ice bath.

The cold will activate
her cold agglutinins.

Causing her heart to race.

Confirming our diagnosis.

And giving her
another heart attack.

Lucky for me, there's a flaxen-haired
maiden who loves to say yes.

How in the world could you approve
total body irradiation

for a patient with possible itp?

It was the right call.

There was no medical justification
for that kind of...

Not medically, no. Absolutely no medical
rationalization.

I had to say yes because house
wanted me to say no.

You think he was bluffing?

I'm the new kid,
he had to test me.

Don't get cute,
don't engage him.

Do not play his games
because you will lose.

You hired me to do this job,
let me do it.

Oh! I'm sorry, looks like you guys are
in the middle of a conversation.

I can wait until cuddy leaves.

You are gonna
leave soon, aren't you?

I mean, the nurses have got
your baby out there.

Not that they're
going to kidnap it or anything,

but I figured that
the new mother brings the baby to work

because she wants
to listen to all the cooing.

If you're gonna wait,
you can wait outside.

Unless the new mother
brings the baby to work

because she wants
to dump the baby,

because she hates the baby and
thinks she made a big mistake.

You can't trust
that Wilson guy with anything.

Lisa, are you...

It's not a big deal,
I was having a bad day.

Is Wilson gonna be in trouble?

For betraying my trust
in a vulnerable time? No.

Why would that bother me?

He was worried,
he made a bad choice.

It's not a big deal.

I know it seems like crap, you probably
feel like crap, but it's not.

Legally, you haven't
adopted her yet.

There's no obligations, no strings.
It could be undone tomorrow.

Emotionally,
you'll feel guilty for a while,

but the kid, she won't even
know you existed.

You saying I should
give her back?

Much better than having a mother
who doesn't give a crap.

Thanks.

I'm just gonna go drop it off
at the pound.

What did you want?

We got a green light.
Go draw the patient's blood.

Why?

To see if it clumps in the cold.

She's making you
confirm your theory before you treat?

She approved the bath.

She just thought
we ought to do a test to confirm.

That's more of
a yellow light, isn't it?

So, she lets you
nuke the patient, no problem,

but makes you
jump through hoops to give her a bath?

Why would she do that?

I think she was playing you.

Go draw the blood.

I didn't realize the nurses
allowed any visitors in here.

They don't.

We'll just do these
problems, and then you have to go. Okay?

- Okay.
- I need to draw some blood.

I had a crush on my
teacher in fourth grade. And fifth.

It's more that... Johnny was
a non-verbal autistic.

Then for Sarah, he talks, makes eye
contact. He's like a regular kid.

Since she got sick, he started going
back away from us.

I had to bring him
in for a visit.

Tell you what,

I'll close the blinds
so the nurses don't ask questions.

You can stay as long
as you want.

We should have the results
in about an hour.

I'll be here.

Sarah: Good job.

One minute at 39 degrees.

Oh! Damn. Sorry.

You all right?

Don't be paranoid. I feel great.

Didn't expect the meds
to work this quickly.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves,
you might not even be on the real drug.

Several patients have shown improvement.
I know my test results have been better.

I know I have more energy.

You ever hear the term
"placebo effect"?

I guess I do have a few reasons
to feel good.

But let's not get
ahead of ourselves, you're good,

but not "curing
huntington's" good.

Good.

It's clumped.
House was right, ice bath's on.

You got a sec?

Don't be an idiot.

Kutner: I know it's hard, but you need
to stay in there for three minutes.

It's okay.

You come to procedures now?

Only the ones that might involve
stopping the patient's heart.

Cameron tell you to be here?

Shut up.

Kutner: Tell me about Jonathan. How'd
you get him to come out of hiding?

He was extremely
sensitive to touch,

yet he had a tactile fascination
with newspaper.

I mean, he wouldn't read it, he would
just touch it, crinkle it.

I thought maybe that was a way in.
Papier-maché and...

And it was. He let
me into his world.

Please tell her that talking
will ruin the test.

All the kids, I try to become a part of
them, and have them become a part of me.

How much longer until
the heart attack?

Kutner: I wanted to be a doctor from
the time I was eight years old,

never wanted to be
a pediatrician though.

Now they're both talking.

Sarah: Well, I wanted
to be a sociologist.

I was supposed to observe a class.
I was sent to room 214,

but I went to room 241 instead.

It was a special ed
class. And I just...

I just felt at home.

Time. Heart rate's normal.

You can get out now.

It's not cold agglutinins.

I'm not surprised.

She obviously has brain damage.

Seriously.

She screwed up a room number
six years ago,

and you decide she
has brain damage?

House: Transposed digits.

Classic marker
for number confusion.

It means she has a lesion in her left
parahippocampal region.

I misdialed a phone number this morning.
It must be contagious.

She also forgot to pee
before your fake test.

So she has a small bladder.

Shows an inability
to predict the future.

Also located in
the left hemisphere of the brain.

Close to the
parahippocampal region.

Means the damage is ongoing.

Two subtle clues,
six years apart,

that's hardly
compelling evidence.

I'm compelled.

That's not what this is.
Every time a decent person comes in,

you set out to prove that
they have brain damage.

I never said her
deranged personality was a symptom.

You don't need to.
I've been here five years.

I can hear your thoughts
from my apartment.

Can you hear me now?

Move on to another organ.

I did.

The screwed-up numbers and forgetting to
pee points to her being a human being.

The platelet dysfunction and cardiac
arrest points to a pancreatic tumor.

Or multiple sclerosis.

The brain is like the Internet,

packets of information constantly
flowing from one area to another.

Plaques in her brain are like
a bad server, slow down the flow.

If it's in the parahippocampus,
it'll spread to the brain stem,

which means it'll be
the lungs next.

Brain biopsy will
show you the plaques.

Or we could not
cut into her brain.

It's just her pancreas.
We should do an ercp.

Or we could settle this
with rock, paper, scissors,

but, unfortunately, there are people
who adjudicate these disputes.

A pancreatic tumor
is much more likely to kill her.

Not this week, not next week,
not next month.

The number confusion
was six years ago.

You don't think
we have time for an ercp?

The heart attack
was six hours ago.

Now, maybe, it's planning to go into
hiding for a couple of years

or maybe it's gonna
hit her lungs.

Stop!

We have to assume
it's the brain.

I'll go fire up
the biopsy drill.

No. We have to assume it's the brain
until we prove otherwise.

Do an mri, t-2 images.

You want me to do another test?

You should be able
to see the ms plaques.

If they exist,
you can do your biopsy.

You want to say yes,
you know you should say yes.

But you also think that
this job is about standing up to me.

So you're not gonna say yes,
you're not gonna say no.

You're just gonna waste time.

And the patient's brain or pancreas,
or whatever is wrong with her,

is not gonna wait for you
to impress your boss.

So, pick one, either him or me.

Do the mri.

You still here?

The whole point of giving Cameron
the job was so you could...

I don't want to go home.

House told me
I should give her back.

Instead of being offended,
I've been wondering if he's right.

He's not. He never is,

not when it's anything
personal or human or...

No. He's always cold, he's always an
ass, but he's very rarely just wrong.

I've read every bonding
and attachment book there is.

I feel like I'm in prison at home.
I feel like I'm free here.

Parents make sacrifices.

I don't know if I want to.

I'm not proud of this.
I feel terrible.

I feel like a failure.

But she deserves to be loved.

I don't know what to say.

Foreman: No plaques
on the left hemisphere.

Or the right.

Even magnified images of
her hippocampal region. Nothing.

This is surprising.

So, can we cancel the biopsy?

Go ahead with ercp.

I need to talk
to you about Remy.

Who?

Thirteen.

What did you call her?

She's on placebo.

And you want to change that?

I'm the last person you'd ever come
to for ethical advice, literally,

which means you've already asked
every other person,

and no one's giving you
the answer you want.

Or I respect your opinion, and I want
to hear what comes to your mind.

She invited any of her lesbian friends
into bed with you?

I was mistaken.

Drug gonna cure her?

It looks promising,
reducing symptoms.

No cure then.

So, the pros are you might delay
the onset of symptoms,

give her an extra year, maybe three.
She's still dead before you're 45.

The question is,

are those few years worth risking
the rest of your life in medicine?

There. That wasn't
so hard, was it?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Unless you love her.

If you love her,
then you do stupid things.

Kutner:
Common bile duct is clear.

No filling defects
in the biliary tree.

- Oh, god.
- What?

It's her lungs. House was right.
02 sats down to 89.

Increasing to 100% 02.

Better get out.

Do we have to tell him?

Foreman: The surgeons were able
to drain the pleural effusions.

The patient's breathing
on her own, but she's still pretty weak.

Lung failure proves
that one of us was right.

Who said "brain"?

Yes, you predicted that her lungs would
fail, but the mri was negative for Ms.

I was right about the where,
but not the what.

A picornavirus could cause
localized demyelination

that the mri wouldn't pick up.

If we run a nerve conduction study
on the surface of her brain,

we'll see the dead spots.

You're talking about
cutting into her skull?

Actually, I'm talking about cutting off
her skull, exposing her brain.

Kutner: A pancreatic
tumor could still fit.

It explains the heart,
the blood and her lungs.

Ercp was negative.

And she agrees with me because she
agrees with me. Right, sweetie?

All we need is a more sensitive test.
Endoscopic ultrasound.

Just accept that
you've been proven wrong.

You were also proven wrong.
Why don't I get a second test?

Because if I'm right
about the brain,

then we don't have time
to indulge your wrongness.

Let me know when Cameron says yes
to cutting off our patient's skull.

I'll be doing
the endoscopic ultrasound.

Good news, I don't need your approval
for some crazy, unproven treatment.

I just need to do a test.

You want to remove
your patient's skull.

Remind me to revoke
kutner's telephone privileges.

I didn't realize that
was an ama-approved treatment for Ms.

Not searching for ms, but what
set it off. Equine encephalitis.

Turned a cool breeze of
ms into a cat 5 storm.

I didn't realize your
patient was a horse.

There's been human cases.

Not when it's 30 degrees outside.
Transmission is by mosquito.

So, she got bitten
six months ago.

Or it's some other infection.

Whatever it is,
it's running rampant

in the left side of her brain.

When I get in there
I'll get you the specifics.

You're asking me to let you
cut off the top of someone's head.

I need more than
"I'll know it when I see it."

So, you want proof before you let me go
looking for the proof?

This is the test.

You have to give me something.

Cuddy's gonna love you. The patient,
on the other hand, is gonna hate you

until the day
she dies next week.

Actually, this idiot
will probably forgive you.

You gonna help or what?

Thirteen: I want kids.

I think these kids
are already spoken for.

Not now. But since we're dating I just
thought you should know.

I thought, because
of your illness...

So did I.

Even when I didn't
know if I had it or not,

I just assumed
I couldn't take the chance. But now,

even though I know
I have it, it feels like an option.

You really don't have to
keep buying me things.

Just open it.

This is nice.

The picture is
actually your gift.

That's your baby.

I took her picture
to one of those places

that does that age enhancement thing.

And according to the
kid who works there,

this is a pretty
good approximation

of what your daughter will look like
18 years from now.

That's sort of cool.

Right now, she's just this
weird little creature

that sleeps and poops and cries.

But that is who
she's going to be.

You will be teaching her
how to ride a bike,

giving her advice about friends and
school and having her heart broken,

she'll ignore most of it,
but some of it will stick.

You're gonna
be there for her through all of that.

You just have to get
through this part. That's all.

It's very sweet.

I'll pay you back for the photo.

Don't worry about it. That's just
the picture that came with the frame.

You can Chuck it.

A kid with a raging
viral syndrome

and three dead mosquitoes.

I'm off to storm the bastille.

These aren't mosquitoes.

Fruit flies. Close enough.

Acute viral nasopharyngitis?

One of her students
has the common cold?

Team's not what it used to be.

On the other hand, kutner ran his
endoscopic ultrasound, didn't find peep.

So, disproving it's her pancreas
proves it's her brain?

Yes!

You used to do this job. Remember?
It's what used to pass for evidence.

Now I do this job. You brought me three
dead bugs and a runny nose!

I can't find you the proof you want
because it's trapped inside her head.

The only way I can get
at it is to cut it open and rip it out,

which is, apparently,
the one test you won't let me run.

So, either I do this
or I do nothing.

What do you want me to do? Say yes
just because you're house?

I'd certainly like that, yeah.

Yes.

Cameron actually said yes?

No, I'm just obsessive
about clean cuticles.

Sawing off the top of her skull

and placing electrodes
on her brain is insane.

Right, we should be re-testing her
pancreas for the umpteenth time.

You're skipping steps
because it's Cameron.

You haven't figured her out yet,
you want to see how far you can push.

I'm skipping steps
because our patient is skipping steps

on the way to being dead.

If you got a better idea...

We should remove her spleen.

Splenic lymphoma explains the damaged
platelets, the heart, the lungs.

If this doesn't work,
spleen is all yours.

Unless I kill her, of course.

House: Not only will this allow us to
clock your brain's processing speed,

you'll also get free cable
for the first three months.

What's this?

A blue car. Is that
part of the test?

No, my lease is
up next month. You like it?

I'm gonna ask you
a series of questions

designed to stimulate
left-brain function,

logic, reasoning,
problem solving.

Or as my mentor old Ben
liked to call it, "the dark side."

If we find slow areas,
we know we found damage.

We treat, you go home. Ready?

I'd nod yes, but I can't
move my head.

This pen is red.
Its ink is red. Is all ink red?

Nerve conduction's 12.8 meters
per second, right within range.

Cameron's letting him cut
into our patient's skull

based on nothing but dead bugs
and someone else's runny nose.

There are two pints in a quart.

Four quarts in a gallon.
How many pints in five gallons?

Cuddy on speakers:
House, step away from the patient.

Who's that?

That's my old boss.
And by "old," I don't mean "former".

Insulting me is not
gonna make me go away.

You're not here, obviously,
I'm not trying to make you go away.

Hint, the answer is a number.

40?

12.4 meters per second.
Conduction's still normal.

Dr. Cameron? You're
actually assisting him with this?

Yes, because I'm
actually familiar with this case.

Well, I'm familiar enough to know

that cutting into
this woman's brain is not necessary.

Is she serious?

She's certainly not funny.

Put the phone down, pick up the baby.
Make us all happy.

Okay, settle down, baby. It's okay.
We'll be done in a minute.

House, I can call
security. I can...

BP's dropping.

Get it back up.
I got a whole stack of these.

Give her 10 cc dopamine.

Cameron: Already am, thanks. Your baby
needs you a lot more than we do.

You aren't hungry, you aren't wet,
I don't know what it is.

That is so annoying.
Can you make it stop?

Baby's crying is annoying you?
What's her nerve conduction?

14.3. It's actually speeding up.

But her BP's 80 over palp.
We're gonna have to stop.

That doesn't make any sense.

The fact that you're
wrong doesn't make any sense

or the fact that
I believed that you were right?

BP's still dropping.
She's gonna stroke.

I'm giving her 10 more cc,
and I'm putting an end to this.

Okay, Rachel, quiet down.
I need you to be quiet.

Please, turn that phone off.

Why does the baby
annoy you, but no one else does?

I mean, you're right
about her, but...

I don't know what you want.
I will give you anything that you want.

I don't know what it is.

Tell me. Please.
Just help me. Please!

Really?

That worked?

Cameron: She's stable.

We're finished here.
Close her up.

Kutner: How long
until we can perform the splenectomy?

Can't dose her with anesthesia until
the last batch completely clears.

How come the baby annoyed her?

We should get her
in there as soon as we can.

Two hours, at least.

Her blood pressure's in the tank.
I hope she lasts two hours.

What was different?

Our patient loves
all things annoying.

She'd love this conversation.

She's an earth mother,

takes in the freaks and rejects of
humanity and tells them they're a-okay.

So, what was different?

Her head was open, you were asking her
questions, a baby was crying.

She had low blood pressure.

According to the
laws of physics,

low blood pressure
causes light-headedness

chest pain, but not annoyance.

Move your feet.

You decided to keep her. Thank you
for telling me. You can go now.

I talked to her. We connected.

You talked at her,
you had a chemical reaction.

Are you trying to annoy me?

I'm trying to explain you.

I know it doesn't
make any sense, but it was real.

It was there.

You want to hold her?
Come here, come say hi.

You think we'll bond?

Is that cute?

A little.

If I threw up on you,
you'd be pissed.

Your puke isn't as cute.

That's 'cause of your hips.

If she would've just
gestated a little longer,

her stomach sphincter
would be fully mature.

But, no, we have
to walk upright,

which means that baby's
head is too big for mommy's hips.

And by the way,

your hips
may be an evolutionary improvement.

So we've evolved to
find baby puke cute.

'Cause othewvise we'd kill them all
before they became functional.

Bonding's over.
I gotta go see another baby.

So, I can just live spleen-free?

Plenty of people live perfectly
normal lives without...

House: Spleen's fine.

It's not her brain.

Of course it's her brain.

You've looked at her brain, you took off
her skull, you found nothing.

Didn't look in the right part. Didn't
look in the heart part.

In the womb, blood has to bypass
the lungs since they don't work yet.

When we're born, we take our first
big breath, lungs expand,

and the ductus closes.
Yours didn't.

She has a patent
ductus arteriosus.

When you get stressed,
your blood pressure goes up,

forces open the ductus,
blood takes a little detour,

makes it leak from your nose,
your stomach, your lungs,

and more significantly, keeps it flowing
to the right side of your brain

and away from your left.

Which means that when you get stressed,
you get UN-stressed.

That's why you're so good
with those annoying kids.

And why, when your blood
pressure dropped,

you were able to identify cuddy
as an annoying human being.

Good news is
we can fix the heart.

Bad news for the annoying kids.

Cameron: She's incredible.

Thank you.

Great work today.

I should have trusted your instincts.
I will in the future.

I quit.

I think I just apologized.
If you want, I can get down on my knees.

It's not because of you.

I approved an insane procedure
with no proof, no evidence...

You made the right call.

The problem was a brain problem.
Without the procedure,

house never notices
the increased left brain function.

She'd be dead if
you hadn't said yes.

I know. But...

I'll always say yes to house.
I studied under him. He's in my head.

And if you gave anyone else this job,
they would always say no.

Because... well,
because they should.

House is insane.

Which leaves me.

I'm sorry.

Hey, buddy.

It's okay, buddy, come here.

I missed you so much.
I missed you.

How are you?

- Good.
- Yeah? You look so handsome.