Martha returns to House's office with some unexpected news: Broda agreed to let them CT the stepdad's brain after all! She cleverly appealed to Broda's ego in her argument, and House has no choice but to give her a gruff "good work." As the CDC people wrap stepdad up in a special isolation gurney, Martha says it looks like honesty was the best policy after all. She may have spoken too soon, tough, as the CDC guys suddenly stop the gurney and take a closer look at the stepdad. Contamination controls be damned, House walks in to ask what's wrong. Broda points out a bunch of smallpox pustules on stepdad's neck, which means stepdad is "too dangerous" to transport to the CT scan for something that Broda seems pretty damn sure isn't going to show up anyway, since this just proves all the more to him that it's smallpox and not some stupid tuberculosis.
After the break, stepdad is quickly dying from "full-blown smallpox" in his isolation room while Julie isn't doing much better in hers. House says it looks like they have smallpox after all, so their work here is done. But since they have to stay there for another ten hours or so anyway, Martha thinks they should just keep working. House and Foreman don't share her enthusiasm, so she goes to Broda on her own and begs him to let her look at the rash under Julie's arm and see how it's progressed. She says simply looking at it through the glass isn't enough. Broda doesn't care. So Martha just has to stand outside the isolation wing and stare in at Julie, who gets a little creeped out and asks what her deal is. Martha asks if Julie is feeling well enough to get out of bed and show her the rash. Julie doesn't even make it out of bed before Martha stops her and notices that the soles of Julie's bare feet have no lesions on them. "Who cares? They're everywhere else. This is torture," poor Julie says. Martha just turns and walks away. Rude!
Does anyone care about the cancer kid and her lamb stuffed animal saga? I didn't think so. And yet, we still have to watch as Wilson holds up a stuffed lamb for the kid and claims it's Lamby. The kid totally falls for it and smiles and hugs her stuffed friend imposter as she agrees to let Wilson begin her treatment. Oh, but then it turns out that kids aren't as stupid as Wilson thought, as she asks him why Lamby is here and not her mother before she notices that this Lamby is different than her Lamby. "This isn't Lamby!" she cries, and launches a stuffed lamb missile at Wilson's chest. Wow, she's got a strong arm for a little girl with cancer.