House eats a sandwich and enjoys his daily dose of General Hospital. Wilson enters the room, takes in the scene, and points out that House is in a patient's room. With a patient in it. Who is comatose. And House is using his prostrate form as a table. Nothing gets your appetite going like having a styrofoam container and a thin sheet separating your food from a sick, unwashed old man's deal. House says that if they're going to put a TV in a coma patient's room, someone might as well use it. Wilson has a seat on the other side of the coma patient, his moral issues about this apparently dealt with, and asks House if he knows why people are nice to each other. House says it's either because people are decent and caring, or -- and this is obviously the explanation he favors -- because people are cowards and they're afraid that if they're mean to people, people will be mean to them. Then he whisks the open bag of potato chips away from Wilson as Wilson says that whether House likes people or not, he needs them, and he needs them to like him, if only for the simple reason that House is going to need another court order sometime in the future and he's going to need someone to get it for him, which might be difficult if the hospital's lawyer hates him. "If Stacy can't trust you, you can't use her," Wilson says, looking pained to say this, either because he's annoyed that Stacy put him up to this or he just doesn't like the idea of using people. Whatever the reason, House offers Wilson a potato chip as his way of agreeing with him and thanking him for telling House this. Wilson doesn't take the chip because he's too busy thinking that House intends to win Stacy back and make her dump her sick husband. "Bros before hos, man," House says, sticking out a fist. Wilson does not respond in kind, and then House's pager goes off. LL is dying.
House enters LL's room to find the monitors beeping wildly and Foreman standing by watching. Foreman says that LL's in bradycardia and his heart rate will soon drop to nothing. House gets to work, asking Foreman if he was just waiting around to call that time of death. Foreman says there's nothing to do but give LL atropine, which will only buy them another few hours. "Get out of here," House says, either because he cares about his patient or because he was planning on eating dinner over him.