The next morning, House comes to work wearing Hangover Sunglasses. Stacy's the first to greet him with a shrill "good morning" designed to make his head hurt more. It makes my head hurt, too, and I'm not even half-drunk yet, let alone hungover. Stacy accuses House of being a "lightweight," which is just a little bit of an understatement. I mean, he had at least half a bottle of 150-proof alcohol there. I'd probably get wasted off of the fumes of that, let alone having to drink it. Of course, I'm also so small that the DUI guide that came with my new driver's license said I can't even have one drink in one hour without being on the legally-drunk borderline. Stacy asks House if he's planning to have LL discharged, now that he's healthy again. "Absolutely," House says, and the elevator door starts to close in between them. Stacy glares at him, looking like she wants to murder him in his sleep. Oh, calm down, Sela. Sexual tension is not supposed to look like homicidal rage. House sticks his cane out to stop the door from closing and asks Stacy if he can trust her. "You used to," Stacy says, not adding that the last time he trusted her, his leg was half-amputated. House says he thinks that LL is still sick, and that he wants to keep him in the hospital until he knows what's wrong. Stacy looks even angrier, if that were possible, and House says that she can either tell Cuddy and have a sick man released to die, or keep it from Cuddy and give House some time to try to save LL's life. The elevator door closes.