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Girl: 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.

Foreman: 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 ourjob 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.

Steinerman: 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 scrips.

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...
- 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?

Cameron:
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?

Cuddy: 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.

House: 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 deajust 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?

"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 herjournal 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...

Foreman: 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 scrips I wrote before.

Exactly. If you stop now,
it'll look suspicious.

Does anyone fall
for that argument?

Write the scrip.

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 scrip.

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.

Steomyelitis. 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.

Chase: 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!

Foreman: 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?

House: 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.

Foreman: 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.

Chase: Jack?

Cameron: Hold him still.

Don't break his arm.

Cameron: 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 scrip.

- 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 scrip 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.

Chase: 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.

Foreman: 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.

Foreman: 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?

House: 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.

Foreman: 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.

House: 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.