But Foreman's already telling Matty's parents about the donor and they are very happy with the news.

After the commercial, Wilson and House are recommending against the partial match donor to the parents, who must be so confused by now. House says that the pain Nick will endure from graft-versus-host disease will be horrible. The parents say that they understand that, but they'd rather have their son be in pain than dead. Unless it's Matty, in which case they'd prefer both. They ask Wilson how long they're supposed to wait for House to figure out and cure whatever's wrong with Matty, since Nick's brain could start bleeding any second. Wilson has to admit that he doesn't know how long it will take them, and the dad insists on the partial-match transplant. Oh, and giving Matty antibiotics to make him healthy again. If they have the time.

Afterwards, Wilson grumps that Foreman screwed them with Matty's parents. To his surprise, House actually blames Wilson for not using the parents' trust in him to manipulate them. "Foreman did what he thought was right. You, on the other hand, sucked out!" House yells at Wilson. "When the decision really mattered, you didn't have the guts to tell them what to do. If that kid dies, it's because Foreman was wrong AND because you're a coward." Wow, that came out of nowhere. Wilson can't believe it. He stands there with his jaw hanging open, fighting back tears, while House walks away.

The Magic Schoolbus Cam shows up for the bone marrow transplant sequence. Foreman is the one performing the operation, which makes perfect sense, since he's a neurologist.

House comes home and finds his front door open. "Oh, goodness! I left my door open! My poor dog must've run away and been hit by a car or a truck or a train!" And then, because he apparently live in Looney Tunes land, he adds, "Or an anvil!" I love that House felt the need to say all this out loud, just in case anyone was there to hear him. But I'm even more in love with the fact that Hector is still there, eating something of House's that probably cost a ton. House's stereo, on the other hand, is not in love with Hector. Ha ha ha! That's what you get for trying to kill a cute dog instead of trying to, like, train it. It would've been pretty great, though, if House had come back and everything in his apartment was gone except the dog. He got off pretty easy losing just the stereo. House slams the door shut using that horrible geriatric cane with the little feet on the bottom that he's been reduced to using since his regular cane broke. House walks to the bathroom and closes the door behind him. We hear Hector whine from being hit in the face with a door. House smiles. I guess since he didn't intend to hit the dog that time, House isn't a totally irredeemable animal abuser.