"I'm gonna tickle you!" "I need a refill." "You've already had three." "So what?" "They're free." "I got a birthday." "Get it yourself." "No wonder he doesn't get any tips." "All right." "Who's ready to sing the Ralphie's Rumpus birthday rump shake?" "Let's sing, let's ride, let's bling, let's slide" "It's time for Ralphie" "We'll dance, eat cake and do the rump shake" "It's time for Ralphie" "You okay, man?" "You okay?" "Okay." "All right." "Let's get you in the back." "It's gonna be okay, kids." "Sorry." "Got a heartbeat." "Jack?" "Jack?" "I need you to step back." "He's my brother." "Jack, wake up!" "Call your parents." "Tell them to go to Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital." "Our parents died." "He's all we've got." "I was not parked illegally." "I live here." "Love note." "From Detective Tritter." "Heart attack." "His cath was clean and echo showed no structural abnormalities." "Fatigue, night sweats, weight loss preceded the heart attack." "Eighteen-year-old kid's suddenly an orphan and a single father of two." "Party of Five." "Powerful stuff." "The O.C. of its day." "Stress explains everything except the itchy feet." "Athlete's foot covers that." "Waiters work 12 hours a day in old sneakers." "Good idea." "Ignore the symptoms." "Makes our job easy." "I'm not ignoring a symptom." "I'm explaining a symptom." "Kid's been hanging over a toilet despite antiemetic therapy." "Persistent vomiting could indicate increased intracranial pressure, tumor..." "Sure." "Heart problems." "It's gotta be the brain." "Thank God there's a neurologist in the room." "Right." "It's the feet." "If only I were a podiatrist." "Probably caught an intestinal virus from one of those feral kids running around." "Repeated vomiting causes an electrolyte imbalance, which leads to an arrhythmia, which leads to the heart attack." "And itchy feet." "Nope." "That's it?" "Nope?" "I've said too much already." "This isn't a game, House." "No, it's not." "But it could be." "What are you writing?" "Nothing." "If you know the diagnosis, why don't..." "How are you gonna learn to swim unless I take off your floaties and throw you into shark-infested waters?" "You can't know what's wrong after a 30-second perusal of his file." "Apparently, you can't." "Now, what's a game without rules?" "No tag-backs." "No biting." "You get one test each." "And the clock runs until lunch." "If I'm right, he'll still be alive." "If I'm wrong, this is a very cruel game." "You're late." "I charge for the time you were supposed to be here." "Tritter towed my car." "He's frozen my assets." "He's on a crusade." "You're a person of interest in a narcotics investigation." "You're linked to their suspect and his activities." "I'm not Pablo Escobar's evil henchman cruising into Miami in a Cigarette boat." "I'm a physician who prescribed Vicodin to a pain patient." "This police report you faxed me says they found 600 pills in his apartment." "You prescribe those?" "He's in chronic pain." "This is obviously an abuse of power." "Is that a yes or no?" "Patients build up a tolerance over the years." "Perfect motive for him to forge those scripts." "Still don't have an answer." "What are we, like, role-playing?" "Yeah." "And you suck at it." "Which is really unfortunate, because you're pretending to be you." "I gotta get to court." "Michael told me you could help me get my car back." "Yeah, divorce lawyers usually know the ins and outs of drug enforcement." "You want your car back?" "You're gonna have to give the cops what they want." "Thanks." "Usually people feel helpless in these situations." "Dr. House is probably going to jail." "You keep on lying for him, you'll go right along with him." "House was on this page when he got that annoying "I'm such a genius" look." "What's there?" "Patient history." "He's 18." "Probably drinks, smokes, does drugs." "How close am I?" "Quit drugs when his parents died." "Quit smoking." "House didn't mock my viral idea." "He just said it was wrong." "Which means he didn't want to give reasons." "Which means I must have been close." "I'm thinking bacterial." "I'm doing a blood culture." "I am doing an MRI." "If it was a tumor, intracranial pressure could cause his brain to herniate before lunch." "Same thing with the stress test." "Which is why I'm ditching it." "What are you doing instead?" "Not telling." "Seriously?" "You're playing his game?" "We're all playing his game." "Might as well enjoy it." "Anybody else sick at work?" "I had a stomachache before him." "This isn't your fault, Will." "Keep working." "My brother's in the hospital." "Mrs. Collier won't care if I finish my homework." "Your brother cares if you finish your homework." "Can I be your imaginary friend?" "He's a doctor." "How are the feet?" "Still itch?" "Is that important?" "I don't know." "Is it?" "What kinds of drugs you into?" "You don't have to talk about that right now." "No, it's okay." "I don't keep secrets from them." "They know I did drugs before our parents died." "Clever." "Admit the past." "Deny the present." "I'm clean." "I'm raising two kids." "It'd be pretty irresponsible, wouldn't it?" "But confiding in an eight-year-old is okay." "If I'm open with them, then they'll be open with me." "Yeah." "Turning the other cheek's a good strategy in boxing." "Kids don't lie because they got trust issues." "They lie because they've got something to hide." "Look at him." "He's sitting there doing nothing and he's still lying." "We don't lie to Jack." "Spelling test you failed and forgot to..." "No." "Math test?" "No." "Fight with the kid sitting next to you?" "He doesn't sit next to me." "And the other one's probably having sex." "I am not." "Yet." "But when you start, you're gonna lie about it." "Colder." "I'm not playing." "Keep very still for me, Jack." "This won't take long." "How much dope did you smoke?" "Does he have to be here?" "No." "Ignore him." "It's not his lungs." "I never said it was." "What about the cigarettes?" "How'd you quit?" "Gum?" "The patch?" "Hypnosis?" "He went from two packs to nothing, cold turkey." "Or we could just make small talk." "You still seeing that nurse in Pedes?" "I just don't think she's right for you." "You need someone detached, calculating, ambitious." "You need yourself in a skirt." "Jack, he asked you a question." "I didn't really quit." "I just sort of lost taste for it." "Interesting." "Sounds like one of those symptom thingies." "He's still puking, and he had a heart attack and itchy feet." "It's not his lungs." "I never said it was." "Ice cold." "I'm injecting ergonovine to see if your heart attack was caused by a spasm in the vessels surrounding your heart." "Let me know if anything feels... unusual." "If the problems are at my heart, why did that other doctor look at my brain?" "Yeah." "Why did that other doctor look at his brain?" "We're just trying to eliminate as many possibilities as we can." "So because you think that a spasm caused his heart attack, you're gonna induce another spasm?" "Did you consent to this?" "Everything's under control." "Tests are gonna identify which arteries are affected so we can repair them." "Your meds don't seem to be doing anything." "So either you're wrong, or his system hasn't been pushed enough to set anything off." "You wanna get back home, right?" "I mean, you're probably already falling behind with the housework and the bills." "How many sick days you think you'll get before they replace you?" "Heart rate's up." "Nothing else." "They can't fire me if I'm sick." "Right." "You're irreplaceable." "Who else would they find qualified to dance with a rodent?" "How can you even support your family?" "What happens when those kids grow out of their clothes?" "When they get sick?" "Still no spasm." "They'll take those kids away from you, Jack." "Maybe I should bring them in here right now so that you can kiss them goodbye." "Can't you see his heart is fine!" "Stop torturing him!" "What kind of doctor are you?" "Wonderful." "Thank you so much." "Okay, bye." "You're just getting here?" "Busses suck." "Where's your car?" "It's a hostage." "Tritter wants me to testify against House." "You're not going to." "Is that a question or an order?" "Any sort of conviction will cost House his license..." "Which will cost this hospital." "Relax." "I'm not gonna mess with your precious resource." "I told my lawyer to tell Tritter to go to hell." "Marco!" "Why are all my prescriptions getting bounced back?" "Sorry, Dr. Wilson." "I was trying to call you." "Where's your phone?" "In my car." "My patients, on the other hand, are here and needed their medications." "I'm sorry." "I can't." "Your DEA number's been suspended." "Why so sad?" "There's still a chance that Chase got it right." "That was suspenseful for about two seconds." "Blood culture was negative for bacteria." "But positive for hepatitis A?" "I wonder who could've ordered that extra test." "Must be somebody who knew what persistent vomiting, sudden distaste for nicotine and itchy feet have in common." "Hep A doesn't explain the heart attack." "No." "But as Chase so deftly pointed out earlier, puking does." "And hep A explains the puking." "If this had been real life instead of just a game..." "The DEA just revoked my prescription privileges." "Well, who's gonna prescribe my Vicodin?" "Yes, well, that's why I'm here." "This is a disaster for you." "Relax." "Tritter's just getting desperate." "He's got no real evidence." "He's trying to squeeze you into ratting." "I'm not gonna let him squeeze my patients." "They'll be fine." "Most of your cancer medicine sucks anyway." "I'm gonna use your team to do my prescribing until this is straightened out." "Suddenly this doesn't seem nearly as dramatic." "Go pump IVIG into the kid, cure him and get him out of here." "Hep A?" "No." ""Chase, blood test for bacteria." ""Foreman, MRI, too stubborn to check the lungs." ""Cameron, nice try." "No spasm. "" ""But the princess sat and sat and sat," ""pretending not to listen. "" "Pretending to write in her journal with the flowers on it." "Pretending she didn't like stories about eight-year-olds who save the world." "I'm 11." "Which is why you can no longer save the world." "I'm eight!" "Yeah." "We're all completely dependent on you." "Morning." "Morning." "Good news." "We can take you off the IVIG." "The hep A has cleared your system." "You'll be good to go by tomorrow." "How do you think I got it?" "Well, it could've been contaminated food." "It could've been from cleaning the bathrooms at work." "Or it could've been..." "Don't worry." "They've heard it all." "Anilingus is a common way." "You should just tell the people that you've dated they should get themselves checked." "Don't worry." "I've been too busy chasing after these guys to go spelunking." "You're gross." "I think." "Does your arm hurt?" "Arm's fine, bro." "Then why's it bleeding?" "It's not." "It's..." "Raise your arm above your head." "Your ear..." "And your nose..." "High PT and PTT on Jack's blood panel confirm a coagulopathy." "So, we cure the hep A, something else pops up." "Interesting." "What infections cause DIC?" "You okay?" "Hurt my shoulder playing fantasy football." "Shall we discuss what causes DIC, or should we just send the kid back to his miserable life?" "He's not miserable." "Right." "He's thrilled that his parents are dead and his life is over." "The restaurant's probably teeming with E. coli, Eikenella and strep." "Kids don't wash their hands between the potty and the party and..." "Or it's a food-borne toxin." "Jack eats at that cesspool every day." "And Jack's the only one who got sick?" "Kid's got tattoos, piercings and probably some nasty little girl who loaned him the hep A." "Could've also given him syphilis or gonorrhea." "I need one of you." "Take Cameron." "Your idea was dumb anyway." "Chase, I need you to head back to that cesspool and get me the kid's puke." "Foreman, do an LP and have Cameron run down that potty-party theory." "Why don't I just test him?" "Let's not discuss this in front of the help." "The amount of vomiting that kid did, there wouldn't be enough toxins left in his system to show up in his blood." "And since he vomited in the toilet here instead of on somebody, that restaurant is our only source of essential vomit." "And you couldn't say that in front of Foreman?" "No, I couldn't say this in front of Foreman." "I need a refill." "Detective Tritter knows about the scripts I wrote before." "Exactly." "If you stop now, it'll look suspicious." "Does anyone fall for that argument?" "Write the script." "No." "One prescription isn't gonna make..." "We both know it's not gonna be just one." "I'd rather lose my job than lose my license." "Daniel Silvers, prostate cancer." "Needs filgrastim, two-week supply." "Andrea Donovan, breast cancer." "Just needs her refill on her megestrol." "You're not writing." "You want me to write?" "Well, you could phone them in." "But eventually, yeah, probably somebody's gonna want something written down." "I haven't met these people." "I have." "I've diagnosed them and everything." "I know." "I know." "I'm not saying I don't trust you." "Just my diagnoses." "These are gonna be my prescriptions." "I..." "They're my patients." "My prescriptions." "My name!" "That Tritter will read on the script." "He wants to make you miserable." "You don't think he's gonna ask questions?" "Is there anything Jack does that no one else does?" "Any special duties?" "No, we got lots of bussers." "What kind of cleaning products do you use?" "We got a bunch of kids running around, sticking everything in their mouths, so we can't use anything toxic." "This is it." "Monday's trash." "So there's no one who can maybe help get the bags out?" "Sorry." "Short-handed." "I can tip." "I'm pretty sure Jack's puke is in a blue trash bag with the wrapped gifts, but if you find spaghetti that's the wrong vomit." "How much longer do I have to stay on this medication?" "I mean, I'm nauseous all the time." "Maybe I should go back on the tamoxifen." "You're doing so much better on the anastrozole, Beth." "I'm reluctant to make a change." "I can't play with my daughter or pick her up from school." "I can barely get up and tuck her in at night." "There's got to be something else." "Who is she?" "Well, as you know, this is a teaching hospital." "She's a student?" "No, I'm a doctor." "I'm assisting Dr. Wilson today." "Why?" "Do you think he got my diagnosis wrong?" "No." "I'm sure..." "No." "No." "She's just consulting regarding my prescriptions." "You think he got my meds wrong?" "No." "It's just..." "No." "Then why is she here?" "What are you doing now?" "I'm gonna get a sample of your brother's spinal fluid." "Where's Will?" "School." "Is that gonna hurt?" "It's gonna help us figure out what's making him sick." "Shouldn't you be in class, too?" "Teacher work day." "For you but not Will?" "Yeah, didn't make sense to me, either." "Can I help?" "Well, I guess it's quicker than calling a nurse and a truant officer." "Okay, grab his shins and push his knees up towards his chest." "Now hold him there tight." "This all nurses do?" "My boss doesn't trust them to do anything else." "Is he gonna die?" "No." "No one's gonna die." "In the whole world ever?" "That's so great." "I meant..." "I know what you meant." "But I also know bad things do happen." "My dad always had a few drinks when they went out." "Always said he'd be okay to drive." "Until he wasn't." "I would just like some warning this time." "We're nowhere near anything like that happening right now." "Okay?" "Let's get him back over." "What was that?" "What did you do?" "You broke his rib?" "I barely touched him." "Which means..." "Found it." "Fix it." "Osteomyelitis." "Means the infection's spread to his bones, which means it's either bacterial or viral and not..." "I hired you to take away the pain." "Was there some confusion?" "Ever thought about using your cane on the proper side?" "Yeah, that's the issue." "Friday night my cane suddenly noticed it was on the wrong side." "Can you score me some Vicodin?" "No." "I did a needle aspiration to confirm which..." "How long till the culture's..." "Why do you only do that when I'm talking?" "You gotta rest your shoulder." "And we're gonna get you on some different equipment." "Nice cane." "If I know what you mean." "Chase, you can stop doing that." "I'm almost finished." "He's got osteomyelitis." "Means you're wrong about food-borne toxins." "And you can stop, too." "It's syphilis." "You sure?" "Read the print out." "He's also positive for Eikenella." "One of you two screwed up." "No." "Not a chance." "Or this kid is a lot sicker than we thought." "Finish that test." "Should be impossible to get two right answers to one question." "It's okay to have three?" "Apparently." "He's positive for botulism, too." "So, we knock down one infection and three more pop up." "I think this game is rigged." "Jack?" "Somebody help!" "We've managed to clear all three infections out of his system, but now he's having seizures every few hours." "He's gotta be immunocompromised." "No." "White count was normal, and he was negative for HIV." "Well, if he's not immunocompromised, why is he acting like he's immunocompromised?" "What do the seizures tell us?" "Nothing." "There were no structural abnormalities on the CT, nonfocal neuro exam, no electrolyte imbalance." "Nothing." "What do unexplained seizures and really sick 18-year-olds have in common?" "You thinking trauma?" "I'm thinking drugs." "He's an admitted user." "The drugs trashed his immune system." "Tox screen was clean." "Clean tox screen means there's no drugs in his blood or urine." "There could still be drugs trapped in his fat cells from the good old days." "If they're in his fat, why would they be affecting him now?" "The keen observer would notice that he's had some digestive issues lately." "His weight loss could've burned off fat cells and released the drugs back into his system." "There's no way to know." "It's impossible to test fat cells for drugs." "But it's not impossible to make him lose more weight." "You want us to starve him so we can drive him into another seizure?" "Maybe a heart attack?" "Just so we can run another tox screen?" "That'd be cruel." "Just sweat it out of him." "I haven't touched a thing since the night my parents died." "Drugs stay in your system a long time." "I was high the night the cops came to tell us what happened." "You know the first thing I did when they told me?" "I laughed." "I'm not the person I was when they died." "I wish they could see that." "Well, I'm sure they're watching, and I'm sure they're proud." "That's what Will's guidance counselor keeps telling him." "What do you tell him?" "I tell him it's crap." "Our parents live on in our memories, but they don't live on." "Jack?" "Hold him still." "Don't break his arm." "We'll fix it." "We need to get a sample." "House." "Bad news." "Look at you." "You couldn't have sent Cameron down here to this air-conditioned hallway to deliver the bad news?" "Jack seized again, but his blood was clean." "Completely drug free." "So he just happened to have a seizure at the exact time that we stuck him in a sauna?" "It's not a coincidence." "He's still seizing every few hours whether we stick him in a sauna or not." "Oh, my God!" "Why are you using that?" "I've had it for years." "No, that's..." "That's gonna make your shoulder hurt." "You need one of these." "He's a doctor." "Is he still infection-free?" "I'm sure not for long." "My point being that something other than those infections caused these seizures." "Means there's something in his head." "Scan him." "We scanned him." "Well, that was then." "This is not then." "Kid keeps changing." "Scan him again." "Where is Cameron?" "I am not writing you a script for Vicodin." "I've only got two pills left." "Cut them in half." "Then you'll have four." "You're prescribing for Wilson." "Wilson prescribes for me." "Write up a script." "You know you have a problem." "Yeah." "It's got a badge and everything." "You're taking too much..." "Fine!" "You're right." "What's the correct amount?" "Write up a script for the correct amount." "No answer?" "That's 'cause we're having the wrong debate." "This has got nothing to do with my problem and everything to do with you avoiding a problem." "You're afraid that if you write me a prescription you're gonna wind up like Wilson." "Of course I am." "Tritter wants to win by giving pain." "Do you really want to be a part of that?" "As a doctor, how do you do that?" "Here." "This'll tide you over." "Takes the edge off my PMS." "Should do wonders for you." "Why are you looking at my head again?" "Seizures usually indicate something neurological." "I'm not gonna get better." "Am I?" "We'll know more after the test." "I've gotta find out who can take care of Will and Kama." "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, okay?" "You'll be home yelling at them and kicking their butts before you know it." "This kid might be facing a terminal disease, and he's more worried about his brother and sister." "Brain stem's clean." "Nothing in the midbrain." "What's that?" "The frontal lobe, upper-right quadrant." "I don't see anything." "There." "It's tiny, but I think it's a tumor." "That size should be excisable." "Why didn't we see it earlier?" "How could..." "Oh, God!" "Axial view." "There's another one." "Bring up the next slice." "They're everywhere." "Jack's brain is riddled with tumors." "And you know what he's doing?" "Moaning?" "Setting up play dates." "Wow, what a guy." "Theories?" "The obvious one, brain cancer destroyed his immune system, left him wide open for these infections." "House, you're pathetic." "You'll analyze anyone's faults, hypocrisies, weaknesses, but this kid's got some strength, and all of a sudden there's no time to talk about anything but the medicine." "He's teaching pre-pubescent kids that truth matters, God doesn't and life sucks." "I like him." "Treatment?" "We need to start him on radiation." "That'll destroy whatever's left of his immune system." "And save his life!" "I know the notion of self-sacrifice is foreign to you..." "You wanna think that he's sacrificing himself because if one person can do it, then maybe the world isn't the cold, selfish place you know that it is." "Radiation could kill him." "Alternatives?" "There aren't any." "We saw the tumors..." "We could choose to say they aren't tumors." "They're just pus, which would explain why they weren't there yesterday." "It can't be an infection." "He got IVIG, broad-spectrum antibiotics..." "Exactly." "Creates a perfect world for fungus, moves in, gets married, has little fungi..." "If you're wrong about the fungus, you're wasting what little time he has left." "Not a big sacrifice." "His life sucks." "So let's be right." "Go stick a needle in the kid's head." "If you suck out a liquid, then I'm right and we haven't answered anything." "If you suck out a solid, you're right and no more worrying about play dates." "Okay." "Fine." "I'll father your child." "First, you got to write me a Vicodin prescription, just so I can get through the foreplay." "How many days do you have left?" "Could probably get through maybe the next minute or so." "And your coming to me means your lackeys actually stood up to you." "I'm impressed." "Yes, their cowardice is inspiring." "Well, you should be thanking them." "If they caved, it'd give the cops evidence that you intimidated underlings to feed your addiction." "I hate writing thank-you notes." "Would it be weird if I asked Cameron to write them?" "You're hooking me up?" "Unfortunately, if I cut you off, it'd give the cops evidence that you don't really need the pain meds." "I knew that cleavage was a smokescreen." "You're a genius." "You can't lift your arm." "You can't pee standing up." "Gimme." "You been doing physio?" "Maybe you pulled..." "Yeah." "Been training for Pants-Off Dance-Off." "Give me the script." "Your shoulder problem isn't physical." "We'll find out if you ever give me that..." "What's new?" "What's different?" "Any big changes in your life recently?" "Fight with the wife maybe?" "It's good." "Means your shoulder's a human being." "It's a start." "I'm right." "Right?" "Yeah." "Just not about me." "I was right, right?" "They were abscesses from a fungal infection." "Aspergillus." "But we still have no idea why." "Our kid's immune system has a factory defect." "It's genetic." "It can't be genetic." "He would've been getting infections since he was an infant." "Not if he grew up in a bubble." "Or if he grew up on Mars." "No germs there, either." "I don't mean a literal bubble." "A sweet suburban bubble where mommies and daddies protect their children." "They die." "Bubble bursts." "Continuing emotional trauma triggers the genetic illness." "Question is, which one?" "The infections he's contracted narrow down the possibilities." "Hep A indicates a problem with his B cells." "Bruton's Agammaglobulinemia?" "Eikenella." "Points to a complement deficiency." "I have a patient." "I need..." "Not now." "I'll go." "You'll stay." "Patient's dying." "So is mine." "Not in the next hour." "What does the syphilis tell us?" "What does it tell us?" "It could mean chronic granulomatous disease." "And the aspergillus is a T cell issue." "Common variable immunodeficiency." "Genetic testing's gonna take time." "Given the rate he's picking up infections..." "Why don't we turn it into a race?" "Little late to be playing games with us." "Not you guys." "The infections." "What infections?" "The infections we're gonna give him." "The only way to cure me is to make me sicker?" "Each of the four possible genetic conditions is most susceptible to different types of infection." "What's that?" "This is a cocktail of serratia, meningococcus, cepacia and rhinovirus." "Whichever germ gains the most ground plants the flag of its leader, gives us our answer." "And how are you gonna know which one gains the most ground?" "Well, that's the fun part." "See, if the meningococcus is king of the hill, you get to have another seizure." "Serratia will shut down your lungs." "If it's cepacia, you'll have a heart attack." "And if it's the rhinovirus, you'll sneeze." "They can't all be dramatic." "We good?" "Hell, no." "Well, the alternative is we guess, and there's a three out of four chance that your little brother and sister will get to cry over another coffin." "You study fractions in school?" "We good?" "And this test isn't exactly FDA approved, so let's just keep it our little secret, okay?" "Little Orphan Annie and Oliver Twist slept in our hallways last night." "Are they singing?" "They're children." "They need a guardian." "Couldn't find a babysitter on account of not being able to make any phone calls, on account of not being able to breathe, on account of his lungs filling up with serratia." "He has chronic granulomatous disease." "Game over." "Our work is done." "Then he's gonna keep getting sick." "You gotta call Social Services." "Bone marrow transplant would re-boot his whole immune system." "He'll be healthy enough to win Miserable Daddy of the Year." "So see if one of his kids is a match." "My kids are already testing his kids." "Will's a match." "You tested him?" "I never consented for that." "It's just a blood draw." "There's no danger." "To the testing." "What about the surgery?" "The risk for Will is next to nothing." "What if I don't do it?" "What are my other options?" "Your immune system can't fight off the germs we all come into contact with every day." "Now that we know, we can use more targeted medications, but you'll still get sick all the time." "You'll be in and out of hospitals..." "But I'll live." "Jack, your lifespan will be substantially shortened." "And you'll be too sick to care for your brother and sister anymore." "You shouldn't have pressured him into..." "There was no pressure." "He's eight years old!" "You tell him his brother's dying unless he helps." "What do you think he's gonna do?" "He wants to help you." "He has no idea." "It's like you asked him to let me play with one of his toys." "This is surgery." "He could die." "He'll be fine." "But you..." "You're gonna have a hard time protecting him like this if you're dead." "I'll do it... when Will's 18 and can decide for himself." "Noble." "Moronic." "It's a synonym." "Why can't you accept he wants to protect his brother?" "Has to protect his brother." "Doesn't want to." "Wants to run screaming from protecting his brother." "You're a hypocrite." ""Evidence is everything." "Truth is all that matters. "" "Except when it comes to people." "Everything we've learned about this kid says you're wrong." "But you can't accept that." "It's easy to reject the diagnosis." "Not so easy to reject your misanthropy, because then you'd have to give people a fighting chance." "And that scares the crap out of you." "Okay." "Let's get some evidence." "It's your lucky day." "Just found another donor in the registry." "Perfect match." "We can do the transplant with no danger to the rug rat." "Just have to sign here." "Unless there's another reason you don't want it." "There's a chance I'd die." "A chance you'll be cured." "Maybe you don't want that, either." "Maybe hanging out in a hospital getting waited on hand and foot reminds you of what life used to be like before you were forced to play Mister Mom." "I don't like being sick." "But you don't want to be healthy, either." "This is your way out." "Guilt free." "I said I'd do it when Will's 18." "And he's able to take care of himself without you." "Jack, your brother and sister need you." "I know!" "I know every second of every day that they need me, but I'm too young to be their dad." "Good for you." "Don't pretend you're surprised." "Want to go throw stuff at people off the balcony?" "Come on." "Mail can wait." "I'm referring my patients to other oncologists." "I'm shutting down my practice." "Oh, good." "'Cause I was afraid you might overreact." "I can't just ask my patients to wait because Dr. Cameron's boss won't let her come out and play!" "I kept you waiting for maybe an hour..." "Three hours!" "Anybody die?" "Not this time." "Cameron's available now." "Use her all you want." "So now's a better time for me to have my life taken away?" "It fits into your schedule better?" "Oh, poor you." "Think if you suffer loudly enough..." "You committed a crime!" "What do you want me to do?" "Turn myself in?" "Yes!" "Yes!" "Do something!" "Go in!" "Show some remorse!" "Tell Tritter you'll get some help!" "I don't need help!" "House, get out of here." "Get out of here." "You are not gonna make me feel guilty about what Tritter is doing to us." "You already feel guilty." "Your mysterious shoulder pain isn't coming from your cane." "It's coming from your conscience." "That used to be enough." "Despite all your smartass remarks, I knew you gave a damn." "This time..." "You were either gonna help me through this or you weren't." "I got my answer." "Who's gonna drive me to school, help me with my homework?" "There'll be a mom where they take you." "A real mom, someone who can cook." "Don't worry." "I'll still be able to see you guys." "You said you'd make him better." "I'm sorry." "Thank you for not telling them." "You're a good kid." "Three months from now, six months from now, you'll be visiting them and you won't be able to say goodbye." "You're gonna know you screwed up." "You'll take his bone marrow and you'll take them back." "And they'll be a burden and a pain, and your life will never be what it was supposed to be." "But you'll be proud of yourself." "And your parents, they'll be proud of you." "I don't think so." "It's what I wanna believe."