When the pharmacist reports that Shipping says it'll be an hour, Cuddy accessorizes her customary pastel-colored suit with a deer-in-headlights look, comes over, and takes the phone as Cameron protests that it's been three weeks, and the crash didn't cause the bleeding. House grumps that yeah, sure, the bleeding caused the crash, and Cameron is making an "actually...it did" face, but House cuts her off, saying sarcastically that the car slipped on blood in the road, and then he turns to bellow to the room at large, "Anyone here got drugs?" Various nurses and patients stare at him, and one burly patient timidly raises his hand. Heh. House doesn't follow up with the burly guy, though, because Cameron is explaining how Fishface saw the blood, got distracted, and crashed the Porsche. House would bust her chops some more, but Cuddy is off the phone and reporting, "It's gonna be an hour," so House preemptively tells Cameron to shut up and takes off after a retreating Cuddy, sarc-ing, "Thank God you took control." Cuddy's all, "If you can't wait one hour..." and she and House are about to get into it when Cameron interrupts that Larry has "hemolytic anemia," and Cuddy's all, "In the what now? How old is he?" and grabs the chart; evidently hemolytic anemia isn't something kids get.

House, irritated that the topic is no longer his jones, says that Larry must have inherited it, he's going to die, "my condolences. Can we get back to the part where I need a fix?" That last part may have been implied. Cameron snaps that it isn't genetic: "The problem's outside the red blood cells." Cuddy says that it's impossible, kids that age don't get hemolytic anemia. House tells her to give Cameron back the file, as Cuddy has bigger problems, "like my meds," but Cuddy isn't listening, instead reading various test results from the chart aloud. Hearing them, House impatiently concludes, "He's got meningitis," but Cuddy, sounding surprised herself, says, "No," and at last House's interest is piqued by something besides his scrip; he crutches closer and takes the chart, muttering, "Artificial heart valve." It's not that either, Cameron says, looking smug -- not that House is wrong, probably, so much as that she's succeeded in getting his attention. House eyes the file, then looks levelly at Cameron and tells her to get everyone in his office.