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Adam?

Eyes here.

Follow my finger.

[moaning]

Adam.

Show me...

a bicycle.

[echoing]
Eyes here.

Adam.

Show me a bicycle.

No, buddy,
that's a ball.

Adam, look at me.
Are you hungry?

Show me what you want
for lunch.

[moaning]

Still drawing those lines
instead of looking

at the cards.

[whining]

(mother)
More juice?

If he wants more juice,
he has to ask for it.

Adam.

Buddy, eyes here.

(mother)
He's tired, Dom.

Wouldn't be if we
stuck to the schedule.

Show me the juice,
buddy.

Dominic.

I think we've reached the point
of diminishing returns.

He has to ask for it.
Adam.

[gagging and coughing]

He's choking.

[gagging]

That's impossible.
It's mac and cheese.

[screaming]

[Massive Attack's Teardrop]

*

Ten-year-old boy,
screams for his life

for no reason.

He's autistic.
Severely autistic.

Can't talk,
can't make eye contact.

Screaming's probably
his way of communicating.

And he went
to three different doctors

who all said just that.

Well, so clearly,

that can't be
the answer.

His brain can't filter
information.

It's a constant assault
on his senses.

I'd scream too.

Or it's something
medical sounding,

like dysesthesia.

Parents are convinced

that there's something wrong
with their son.

Since when did we start
believing parents?

Or anyone?
Where are we going?

Elevator.

Dad was on Wall Street,

Mom was a partner
in an accounting firm.

When their son was diagnosed
with autism, they both quit.

So they're overprotective
and scared.

That's all the more reason
to discount--

They study this kid.

Heard him scream
a million times.

But in ten years
of caring for him,

this is the first time they've
brought him to a hospital.

E.R. checked his throat.
No obstructions, nothing.

Which means the only symptom
was a scream,

which is diagnostic
of nothing.

Kid clutched his chest,
B.P. was elevated.

Maybe there was
chest pain.

E.R. said
the heart was fine.

Don't be so quick
to dismiss pain.

Where are we going?

Down.

Stool sample to check
for parasites.

Blood culture
to rule out infection.

And ANA for lupus.

Because he screamed?

(Chase)
Could also be
an environmental reaction.

An allergy.
Dust, wheat, pollen.

A toxin,
or something he ate--

Check the house and run
a lung ventilation scan.

Lungs are in
the chest too, right?

I had a date last night.
She screamed.

Should we spend $100,000
testing her?

Of course not.

This isn't
a veterinary hospital.

Zing!

Look, if you don't think
this kid is worth saving--

That's not
what I'm saying.

Well, it's too bad.
It's a good point.

Kid's just a lump
with tonsils.

You know what
it's gonna be like,

trying to put an autistic kid
into a nuclear scanner?

I don't envy you guys.

I want my old carpet back.

Uh...we're gonna have
to do this later.

A kid...

in the clinic
had an accident.

[slams receiver]
Generally,

when people are on the--

I want my old carpet back.

It was stained with blood.

Yeah, my blood.

Which makes the carpet
part of me.

I want it back.

I want to be buried with it.

You think you can get me
to do anything you want,

regardless
of how stupid it is?

It's my office!

It's where I work.
Where I think.

Where I save lives,

allowing you to brag
to rich people so they'll

give you more money to spend
on MRIs and low-cut tops.

I want it back
the way it was.

It's identical
to the old carpet.

Except without the hazardous

biological waste.

I shall not return
to my office

until every patented
durable microfiber

has been restored
to its rightful place.

Inspiring.

You don't want to work
in your office,

work in the clinic.

You don't want to work
in the clinic, go home.

And don't get paid.

[screaming]
Attica! Attica!

Attica! Attica!

Attica...

Attica?

[video game beeping]

He, uh, just needs
to finish this level.

We only have the scanner up
for the next half hour.

After that--
Trust me.

You don't want to move him
until he's finished.

Sooner we do this test,
the sooner we can

get you guys home.

[video game beeping]

[sighs]

Adam.

Do you think that--
that we--
[whining]

Ten minutes, tops.

If he has
a vascular disorder,

he might not have that--

He might not have
ten minutes?

I don't have ten minutes.

[fussing]
No, no, you don't--

want to do that--
[Adam screams]

Adam. Adam.

[angry cries]

(woman)
I used Metamucil
like the doctor told me,

and finally I was able

to use the bathroom.

But I saw something
in the toilet

I couldn't identify.

I-I wrapped it
in tissue paper

so--so you
could take a look.

[screaming]

(nurse)
Couldn't you sedate him
or something?

(Foreman)
I could if I didn't want
the test results

to mean anything.

[screaming]

[scanner whirring]

(man)
Painkillers, exercising.

We even did
that puncture thing.

Nothing works.

Then this morning,
I get up,

my back feels great.

I figured I'd better
get down here right away.

Big shocker--
Dad's depressed.

Save your time.

SSRIs don't cause
chest pain.

Wow.

Every minute of every day
is booked.

When he eats, sleeps,
plays his handheld.

Not much of a life
for them.

They chose to have
a family.

You don't get to decide
what your kid's gonna be like.

Nobody chooses this.

It's funny.

You get a normal kid,
the parent works.

You get a special kid
that costs more,

they quit and turn the backyard
into a therapy circuit.

Yes, if only
you were handicapped.

All the good times
you could've had with Dad.

Hi, Dr. House.

Hello, girl whose name
I don't remember,

but whose dad I treated,

so I don't really know
why she's here.

Ali.

Um, I think I caught

what my dad has.

The rhino thing.

Right.

Does that hurt?

A little.

It's in my chest, too.

Of course it is.

[undoing zipper]

Kinda had access
through the shirt.

But...this'll work.

Feels good.

[small laugh]

Exactly when did New Jersey

run out of horny
17-year-old boys?

About five weeks ago.

It's been very lonely.

The--

The ventilation scan
was normal.

Time to send him home.

Can't leave right now.

Well, congratulations.

You are the proud owner
of your very own rhino thing.

(Foreman)
A rhinovirus--
you can't leave

because she has a cold?

Can't leave because
Cuddy says I can't leave.

All the tests
are normal.

Okay, don't start with me.

We're backed up.

I know this is hard
for all of us,

but thanks to Dr. Cuddy,

I don't have an office.

So I have to work here.

What'd she do
to your office?

It's unusable.

So whatever is bothering him,
it wasn't his lungs.

What about the kid's house?

There were some pesticides
and some alcohol,

but the tox screen
was negative.

Which means there's nothing
physically wrong with this kid.

We already had that discussion.

We get a fecal smear?

Should we do this
someplace else?

No, Cuddy says
I have to work here.

No, I said you can work
in your office

or you had to work here.

And since I can't work
in my office...

Is this your master plan?

Disrupt hospital business

until I replace your carpet?

Devious.

Saw it in a James Bond movie.

[loudly]
Fecal smear!

Talk to me.
Get out of here.

You'll put back my carpet?

No.
Get out of here!

Fecal matter.

Is there a sample
we can look at?

Parents have the smear kit.

The kid is constipated.

Do what you want.

Not replacing your carpet.

Go up his rear
and get a smear.

Which reminds me,

I kinda feel like a bagel.

Carpets.

[video game beeping]

We need a stool sample.

We should probably wait
until he's finished

playing that level, huh?

I actually think
he's a bit better today.

He seems more like
his old self.

It is possible
that he was never sick.

I guess we, uh,
could've overreacted.

[gagging]

So what makes fluid
fill the lining

of a kid's lungs?

Why are we in here?

Is this some sort
of power play?

Yeah.

So you stuck your finger
in the kid

and gave him
a pleural effusion.

You ever considered
getting a manicure?

I took the stool sample
after his lungs failed.

Or do you really have
a problem with the carpeting?

Change sets you off--

I said it was a power play.

Someone answers "yes"
to option A, you don't move on

to option B.
If there's
a pleural effusion,

we have to rule out
heart failure.

Why now?

Why a power play now?

I smelled weakness.

Get the kid
an echocardiogram.

That's...funny.

It says "James Wilson."

A strange typo.

If the fluid comes back
an exudate,

get him on broad-spectrum
antibiotics.

Thank you for coming.
No problem.

Thought you wouldn't mind
sharing offices for a while.

You share stories,
feelings...

toys.

You don't share offices.

That is so not Zen.

It was a gift.

Some doctors get those.

So you want mornings
or afternoons?

You couldn't
make Cuddy miserable,

so you're gonna
make me miserable

so I can
make Cuddy miserable

on your behalf?
Yeah.

What makes you think

I can make her miserable?

Because you're good
at that stuff.

Oh, I'm nothing
compared to you.

Is there anything
you'll throw out?

That's a gift from an
11-year-old patient of mine.

She and I both knew
it was a piece of junk,

and that's what
made her laugh.

So you gotta keep it
until she--

She already did.

[screaming]

Adam.

I need you
to stay still, buddy.

(Dominic)
It's okay, it's okay.

I got him.

There we go.

Okay.

What?
What is it?

Is his heart okay?

No.

[Adam screaming]

Echo suggested
a conduction abnormality.

EKG confirmed it.

Still doesn't explain
the effusion.

The pleural fluid
was an exudate.

We should be looking
for something that explains

both the heart
and lung problems.

Infection,
parasite, cancer.

Microbiology showed
no organisms in the fluid,

so forget infection.

It's not a power play.

Doing a differential
in the clinic makes sense.

Piss Cuddy off.

Same thing
with Wilson's office.

Works indirectly.

But now,
we are in office space.

Because you don't want to be
in your own office.

Which means this has nothing
to do with Cuddy.

You really are obsessed
with your carpets.

Which means--
What are you doing here?

I have this room booked

from 2:00 to 3:00.

Oh, 2:00 East Coast time.

I thought you meant Pacific.

Which is...

stupid of me, I guess.

What about parasites?

Stool sample
was negative.

It's 2:00.

Oh, well,
we should go, then.

That just leaves cancer.

Get a lung biopsy.

It took a half an hour
to get the mask on the kid

for the lung scan.
Oh, I'm sorry.

Was there somewhere
you needed to be?

House.

Can we talk?

Carpet?
Never.

Nothing to talk about.

Your girlfriend
called the clinic 15 times

looking for you today.

Huh.
Lot to discuss.

China patterns--
House.

She's a stalker.

Right.

Couldn't be that
she finds me interesting.

Attractive.

Has to be
that she's insane.

She's called you 15 times.

Your mother's not
that interested in you.

Well, maybe I'd be
better adjusted if she was.

I'm notifying security.
Is this about the carpet?

You think I'll back off
if you block all my fun?

You better not be having fun.

I'm having fun.
I'm not having sex.

She's dangerous.
She's not dangerous.

She's pretty.
She's pretty.

Men are stupid.
I'm with you so far.

I'm notifying security.

Oh, give her a break.

She's not dangerous,
she's...

insightful.

You can't stop our love!

Hey, you got a minute?

Yeah.

We have a ten-year-old
with pleural effusion

and conduction abnormality
but no heart failure.

Was there a protein
in the pleural fluid?

Yeah, that's why
we're thinking cancer.

Non-Hodgkin's, probably.

So we want to do
a lung biopsy.

Lung biopsies usually
come back negative.

So biopsy a lymph node
under the arm.

That's probably something
an oncologist should do, right?

There's nothing
real tricky to it.

It's a biopsy.

Still, just to be safe,
you mind?

[screaming]

For the love of God!

Can't somebody
shut that kid up?

Some people are trying
to work around here.

Why don't you show him
a teddy bear or something?

Who are you?

Somebody you'll never
send a gift to.

This is Dr. House.

Your son's doctor.

High test, please.

[screaming]

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

[screaming]

Out of Vicodin?

What are you doing?

Eating the red berries.

[screaming stops]

He trusted you.

No, that wasn't trust.

That was...

self-preservation.

No. That was huge.

It was like a conversation.

A monk--

A monkey's afraid
to eat the red berries

until he sees
another monkey eat them.

Monkey see, monkey do.

That's all it was.

Your kid's still
just as messed up

as when we admitted him.

crash!

That was sensitive.

You have pretty hair.

Hope is all those parents
have going for them.

No, hope is what's
making them miserable.

What they should do
is get a Cocker Spaniel.

A dog would look them
in the eye.

Wag his tail
when he's happy.

Lick their face,
show them love.

Is it so wrong for them
to want to have a normal child?

It's normal to want
to be normal.

Spoken like
a true Circle Queen.

See, skinny, socially
privileged white people

get to draw
this neat little circle.

And everyone inside
the circle is normal.

Everyone outside the circle

should be beaten,
broken, and reset

so they can be brought
into the circle.

Failing that, they should be
institutionalized.

Or worse, pitied.

So it's wrong to feel sorry
for this little boy?

Why would you feel sorry
for someone

who gets to opt out of
the inane courteous formalities

which are utterly meaningless,
insincere,

and therefore degrading?

This kid doesn't have
to pretend to be interested

in your back pain,
or your excretions,

or your grandma's
itchy place.

Can you imagine
how liberating it would be

to live a life free
of all the mind-numbing

social niceties?

I don't pity this kid.

I envy him.

Uh, no cancer.

Because...these aren't
lymph cells.

Then what are they?

Liver cells.

Wow.

Liver cells
under his arm.

Wonder what he's got where
his liver's supposed to be.

[door opens]

Anyone got a clue
how liver cells

got into the kid's armpit?

Make yourself at home.

So, you think maybe
Gray's Anatomy

got it all wrong?

Lymph system circulates fluid,
not organ cells.

Cancer cells break into the
lymphatic system all the time.

But we're not talking
about cancer cells.

What's the difference
between

cancer cells
and liver cells?

Why can one pass through walls
but the other can't?

Cancer cells are damaged.

Lets them grow
into blood vessels.

Go wherever they want.

So if the liver cells
are damaged--

Liver isn't damaged.
The tests were normal.

So if the liver cells
are damaged,

it's theoretically possible

to pass into
the lymphatic system.

Liver failure

could also explain
pleural effusion,

even the heart issues.

Liver cells are fine.

He was immunized
for Hep A and B,

and do you really think
this kid

is having unprotected sex
or sharing needles?

Hmm.

Daddy does seem the type
to use a rubber.

[sighs]
So it's not viral.

That just leaves
"lotta-booze-irrhosis."

Our ten-year-old boy does not
have a drinking problem

or cirrhosis.

House, when we echoed
his heart, we got a piece

of his liver--
there was no scarring.

Cirrhosis explains
the symptoms.

Heart problems, lungs--

Look up "cirrhosis"
in the dictionary.

It means "scarring."

Parents aren't doing
or dosing this kid.

How would you know that?

Kid can't talk.

Why'd you think
I took this case?

He's not gonna
give away the ending.

They quit their jobs
for him.

Yes, they are everything

you'd want in a parent.

Unfortunately, their kid
is nothing you'd want.

When a baby is born,
it's perfect.

Little fingers,
little toes.

Plump, perfect, pink.

And brimming
with unbridled potential.

But then it's downhill.

Some hills steeper
than others.

Parents get off on their kids'
accomplishments--

(toy)
Bend over and relax.

Cute.

They'll annoy you
with trophy rooms

and report cards.

Hell, they'll even show you
a purple cow

and tell you what a keen eye
for color their kid has.

But this kid...

He doesn't smile,
he doesn't hug them,

he doesn't laugh.

His parents get nothing--
the right to brag

that their kid picked
orange juice out of a lineup.

So you figure they
slip the kid a mickey

so they don't
have to deal.

Do a biopsy
to confirm cirrhosis.

And don't try
and pawn it off on Wilson--

He's gonna
be busy with Cuddy.

My parents loved me
unconditionally.

Get out of here.

Don't you think the restraining
order's a little much?

He's not actually
going to have sex

with a 17-year-old patient.

I didn't think
he was gonna ask me

to dig a bloodstained carpet

out of a dumpster,
either.

It might be easier
in the long run.

Are we stopping here
so House doesn't find us?

Unless you want
to make out.

You want me to surrender
to House's coup?

No, no, you proactively...

give him what he wants.

I defeat him by
surrendering to him.

He'll never see it coming.

Look, I'll pay for it
myself.

What is it, a thousand bucks
to carpet a room?

Actually, it's 400.

Oh--
Not doing it.

Liver biopsy?

They're doing it now.

How's it going?

Like a biopsy.
Needles, cells.

Screaming.
Good to hear.

What'd you find
in the stool sample?

You were too busy
bothering Cuddy,

but as discussed,
it was negative for parasites.

Can we get out of here?

I didn't ask
what you didn't find.

I asked what you did find
in the stool sample.

Stool.

And traces of iron, zinc,
calcium carbonate.

Can we leave?

What's the matter?
You afraid of the man?

[chuckles]

Uh-oh.

Too late.

Leave my stuff alone!

You have a meeting with
a Guggenheim in 15 minutes.

Wearing that?

I'm gonna count to three,

and then I'm gonna
fire you.

One--
Calcium carbonate,

that's an antidiarrheal,
right?

Two.
You think that's significant?

You think hard poops
is significant?

Two and a half?

Never threaten unless
you're ready to deliver.

Makes you look weak.

Thank God you don't
have children.

[phone rings]

Dr. Cuddy.

Take a message.

Your patient is being rushed
to cardiac ICU.

Wow.

That's like the one thing
that would get me outta here.

I'm sorry,
you can't come in here now.

What's going on?

[monitors beeping]

He's in V-fib.

Clear.

Charging.

Clear.
Charging.

Clear.

Charging.
Clear.

He's stable for the moment.

First-degree atrial
ventricular block.

Okay.

What else do we know?

His liver's damaged;
pleural effusion

compromised his lung function.

(Chase)
Biopsy was negative
for cirrhosis.

Parents didn't poison their son.

It's not his liver,
his heart, or his lungs.

It's the calcium carbonate
in his stool.

Kid was constipated.

Parents probably
just overdid it.

Or they didn't do it at all.

Calcium carbonate's

also what's in chalk.

So he ate some chalk.

It isn't toxic--sure didn't
cause the pleural effusion.

Forget the chalk.

You just said it was
about the chalk.

Yes, and then I said,
"Forget the chalk."

You must be very confused.

This kid's got pica.

Take him to a buffet,
he's gonna eat the table.

Or lead paint.

Level of lead in the blood
was normal.

His tox screen was clean.

We're not looking
for typical poisons.

We're looking for anything
that he can put in his mouth.

Matches, spiders, bricks.

Pressure-treated wood
used to contain arsenic.

Even better.
Hansel?

Get samples
of the gingerbread house.

Bag everything.

Hey.

You could get into a lot
of trouble, being here.

I wanted to see you.

Yeah, I got that.

So did everyone else.

They think
you're a stalker.

One could argue those people

might be jealous
of your attention.

Yes, I actually
made that argument.

You going home?

That's the plan.

In Iceland,
the age of consent is 14.

I'm surprised that tourism

isn't a bigger industry
up there.

So today I'm jailbait.

But in 22 weeks...

anybody can do anything to me.

Will I be so different
in 22 weeks?

22 weeks is enough
for an embryo

to grow arms and legs.

It's just a line.

An arbitrary line drawn

by a bunch of sad, old men
in robes.

Yeah.

Who cares what judges think?

Didn't think of you
as a guy who followed rules

just because
they were rules.

You are...

over ten years younger
than me.

I said over.

[elevator dings]

Gotta go!
House.

Dr. Cuddy!

Uh...do you happen to know

the way to
the Icelandic consulate?

This young woman,

a stranger to me,

was just asking directions.

Security was gonna
call the police.

I don't want
to do that to you.

Go home.

She needed a ride.

She got her on her own,
she can get home on her own.

Now.

And if I see you
on hospital grounds again,

I will call the police.

After that look,
I'm feeling a little frisky.

Looks like you're up.

I'm ovulating.
Let's go.

[exhales]

The frisky,
it went away.

House, this isn't a game.

If I leave her alone,
can I have my carpet back?

No.

If I forget about my carpet,
can I have her?

[video game beeping]

Jimsonweed.

Found a small patch of it
in his backyard.

Jimsonweed contains atropine.

Poor man's acid.

Our kid's been tripping
on Lucy in the sky

with cubic zirconia.

Explains the pleural effusion,
the heart arrhythmias.

Meeting here will do nothing
to upset Cuddy.

I'm not trying
to upset Cuddy.

I'm trying to figure out
what's wrong with the patient.

Continue.

I'm done.
Jimsonweed

doesn't explain
the screaming.

You've obviously never
had a bad trip.

I would've thought

you'd try to accomplish
two goals at once.

Why can't you be more like

the other age-inappropriate
girls who have a thing for me?

Just accept me for me.

Continue.

Treatment for Jimsonweed OD
is physostigmine.

Kid's got heart issues.
The two don't mix.

We'd better make sure

that's what he's got.

Serum from the lab in Paterson
is three days, minimum.

He won't survive three days.

What time does he wake up?

7:35 AM.

Then what?
Walk me through it.

7:40 to 7:50, he goes to
the toilet, washes his face.

What does this matter?

I'm trying to prove
he ate the plant.

His schedule has nothing
to do with Jimsonweed.

There are two possibilities--
either the parents

saw him eat the plant,
or the kid has unsupervised time

and eats plants instead
of playing with blocks.

Even if you find

15 minutes
of free time outside,

doesn't mean he spent it
eating a bush.

So what do we do?
Nothing?

Wait for the kid
to tell us?

What?

Where are you going?

To talk to him.

Ever see your son
eat a bush?

I haven't.

I've only ever seen him
eat what--

(House)
Adam, you ate something
at your house.

Something that made you sick.

I need you to show me
what you ate.

[whining]

He can't answer you.

Neither can you.

Okay.

This is your backyard.

You may know it
as Mel's Diner.

This is your sandbox.

Your jungle gym.

And under it is this.

[Adam whining]

I need to know
if you ate this, Adam.

[loud whine]

He doesn't know what you want.

Adam,
you have to tell me.

Because if you don't...

[agitated whine]

It'll be game over.

You'll be dead.

What the hell
are you doing?

(House)
Show me what you ate.

Adam.

Show me what you ate.

Adam?
Honey?

Adam?

[comical Southern accent]
Come on in, brothers and sister!

Welcome to the house
of the Lord.

(Cameron)
House, come on.
The chapel?

We have been blessed

with the miracle
of a new symptom.

Brother, can you testify
as to why

this poor child's eyeball

rolled back into his head?

It's consistent with Jimsonweed
poisoning--ocular paralysis.

[whispering]
Sorry.

The wicked shall deceive ye,
because they have turned

from the Lord
and are idiots.

[normal voice]
His ocular muscle

didn't paralyze,
it pirouetted.

M.S.

[comical accent]
It is easier for a wise man

to gain access to heaven--

Will you stop doing that?
Just say "Not M.S."

(Chase)
A stroke.

Bleed in the brain.

[normally]
We'd be seeing
other symptoms besides

a single eye misalignment.

Like a coma.
And you've already testified.

(Foreman)
It's a tumor.

And all the imaging
just missed it?

It's a microtumor.

Started in his lung,

which caused
the pleural effusion.

Then it metastasized
to his liver,

which made it slough cells.

And then went to his brain,

behind the eye,
which caused it

to roll back into his head.

So he has three tumors
and we missed all of them.

What's the opposite
of a miracle?

I have a better chance
of finding it

now that I know
exactly where to look.

So...unless you have
a better idea,

I'm gonna go CT his head.

And then, if--
if I have to,

remove his eye.

You remove this kid's eye,

he's only gonna be
half as good

at not making eye contact.

(Cuddy)
Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

I have sad news for you.

She doesn't love you.

You're ugly
when you're jealous.

She showed up at my house
last night.

Came on to me.

She's even more perfect
than I thought.

House.

She's sick.

You say "sick,"
I say "freestylin'."

The girl will have sex
with an invertebrate.

Come on.

You're not that bad.

She has a problem.

You're not doing her

any favors
by indulging her.

Why would you lie
like this?

Do you not have room
in your heart for love?

You don't believe me.

I didn't believe the kids

when they said that Susie
was sleeping with Johnny.

I didn't believe them then,
I don't believe them now.

I don't care that Susie
married Johnny--he's mine.

She has a mole
on her right breast,

just below the nipple.

No, she doesn't.

You've seen her breasts?

It was a medical exam.

I was listening
to her heart.

It went, "Greg-House,
Greg-House, Greg-House."

Fine, I'm lying.

But she did come back.

She's locked up
in my office.

I was hoping
you could talk to her.

Put an end to this.

Listen to me.

Do you have any idea what
you'd have to look forward to

if you stayed with me?

Nine chances out of ten,
we'd both wind up in a jail.

You're only saying that
to make me go.

I'm saying it
'cause it's true.

Inside of us, we both know
that you belong with Victor.

Is there a Victor
in your class?

If you're not with
someone your age,

you'll regret it.

Maybe not today,
maybe not tomorrow,

but soon.

And for the rest
of your life.

What about us?

We'll always have Fresno.

I'm no good at being noble,

but it doesn't
take much to see

that the problems
of two little people

don't amount to a hill of beans
in this crazy world.

Someday you'll
understand that.

Now, now.

Here's looking at you...

Damn.

Was there an earthquake
when you were in Fresno?

What?

I ask all my girlfriends that.

Um...

Yeah, a little one.

Damn.

What?

What, what is it?

It's not love.

You have a spore
in your brain.

Coccidioides immitis.

California's full of 'em.

They get an earthquake,

they get released into the air,
you breathe it in,

you get a cold...

Turns into sinus congestion,
aches, weakness...

milky tears...
and sometimes...

a loss of inhibition
and judgment.

Damn!

So...

Loving you?

Wanting to have sex
with you?

It was all just...
the spores talking?

You'll probably live.

Damn.

Hey!

Don't touch his eye.

This is an appendectomy.

Like I said,
don't touch his eye.

Why isn't he in surgery?

Well, some emergency
bumped him.

We've got another room
in ten minutes.

You're not taking him in.

Kill the lights.

He was seeing them
all the time.

What are you looking for?

And he was telling us
what he was seeing.

Telling us exactly
what was wrong with him.

Drawing them for us
over and over again.

Nobody knew
how to speak "autistic."

When I asked him what he ate,
he even told me that.

What are you talking about?

What was he seeing?

Hello, my pretties.

It's not a tumor, Foreman.

It's worms.
Swimming in his eye.

Animal makes potty
in the sandbox.

Boy plays in the sandbox,
boy eats the sand.

You can probably tell
where this is going by now.

Stool samples were negative
for parasites.

Raccoon roundworms

are not excreted
by their human host.

Cameron tested the sand.

All of it?

Worms spread from his gut
to the rest of his body.

They attacked his lungs.

That's what made him scream
and caused the effusion.

They invade his liver,
sending dead liver cells

coursing through his system.

They attack his eye
and the muscles surrounding it,

making his eyeball
do a backflip.

Laser photocoagulation
to fix the eye

and a high dose
of benzimidazole

to kill the worms.
Wait a minute.

That's it?

H-He's gonna be okay?

Good news.

He's gonna be with you
for a long, long time.

[door opens]

(Wilson)
I'm going to
read you something.

"Asperger's Syndrome is
a mild and rare form of autism.

"It is typically characterized
by difficulty

"establishing friendships
and playing with peers,

"trouble accepting
conventional social rules,

"and they dislike
any change in setting

or routine."

Or broadloom.

It doesn't say
that last part,

but you get my point.

House doesn't have Asperger's.

The diagnosis
is much simpler.

He's a jerk.

Why do you think
he took this case?

Because he believes
these parents?

Because he wants to help
a young boy?

He sees himself in this kid.

And he's trying
to help himself.

He doesn't want this.

He needs it.

You're not autistic.

You don't even
have Asperger's.

You wish you did.

It would exempt you
from the rules.

Give you freedom,
absolve you of responsibility.

Let you date 17-year-olds.

But most important,
it would mean

that you're not just a jerk.

At what point does a person
endlessly lecturing someone

make him a jerk?

Your first tongue kiss...

an eight on
the happiness scale.

Your child being snatched back
from the brink of death...

that's a ten.

But they're clocking in
at a very tepid 6.5,

because they know what
they have to go back to.

Uh, listen...

Thanks.

You saved his life.

Yeah, I know.

See ya.

[emotional piano music]

*

That was so good.

That was a ten.

[Ben Harper's
Waiting on an Angel]

*

All change is bad?

It's not true, you know.