Meanwhile, Hugh Laurie shows off a seriously impressive trick he can do with his cane and that giant tennis ball prop. He balances the ball on the crook of his cane and even manages to bounce the ball and then catch it in the cane a few times before Wilson enters to make his obligatory appearance. Chase and Cameron also come in with the biopsy results: no staph, and nothing more than signs of inflammation. House's consolation is that Foreman was wrong, too. Cameron wants to go back to Joe's apartment, but House tells her to go re-test all the samples instead. "For what?" Chase asks. "Everything!" House snaps. Chase keeps pushing, saying that they'd have to test for thousands of things under that criteria. "Better hurry," House grumps, unsympathetically. Chase will be the one doing those tests. Cameron gets to go check up on Foreman and see if he's blind yet.
House sends them off, and Wilson accuses House of being "cautious" and "common" with this case. House angrily asks Wilson how many of his "guys" catch cancer from their patients. None yet, although I'm sure if there's a way to get cancer by having sex with someone with a terminal case, this show will find it and make us watch. Since House obviously isn't in the mood for psychoanalysis, Wilson decides to leave him with his concern shown as anger.
Joe's pain is getting worse. He moans and groans in pain, as Cameron tells Foreman that the biopsy results showed nothing. Foreman asks whether they can give Joe some more morphine, so he doesn't have to listen to the guy suffering like he will be in a few hours or days. Cameron says that Joe already has the maximum amount of pain meds. Foreman asks her whether she noticed the cupboard above Joe's stove when she went back to the apartment. He didn't get any samples from it when he went there, and now he thinks it could have something valuable inside it. Foreman's really pissed off when Cameron tells him that no one has actually gone back to Joe's apartment, on House's orders. Cameron says that she's sorry, but Foreman thinks she's just happy that she wasn't the one who had to inspect Joe's apartment and wind up in the isolation tank. While Foreman starts yelling at her for not doing her job, which apparently entails risking her life for someone who is an asshole, Cameron ignores him, and starts doing eye function tests. Foreman rejects these in favor of one simple test that makes a big point -- he grabs that needle that fell on the floor when Chase was trying to draw his blood and jabs it into Cameron's leg. "Son of a bitch!" Cameron gasps. Hell, yeah, son of a bitch! I would have jumped the guy as soon as he did that to me! How dare he? Cameron just stares at Foreman in disbelief and horror, as Foreman tells Cameron that they have now both been exposed to the disease, so she can go back to Joe's apartment to get the information that will save Joe, Foreman, and, most importantly, herself. Well, way to go from being my favorite Cottage to my least favorite in one swift jabbing motion, there, Foreman. That was inexcusably horrible! Especially because I now have to pick a new favorite Cottage, and I think it's going to be freaking Cameron. Cameron! How DARE Foreman be such an asshole so that my favorite Cottage has to be Cameron! I hope he DIES.