After the abbreviated credits, House and Cuddy do some triage on the collapse victims. Cuddy is sympathetic. House is not. What are they even doing there? This isn't the kind of stuff doctors do, is it? Especially not doctors who don't specialize in emergency medicine and also RUN THE ENTIRE HOSPITAL or HAVE MOBILITY ISSUES. Like, House and Cuddy are just about the last people I'd want on the scene of an accident. Doesn't Trenton have any doctors of its own to use? Maybe the building the crane fell into was the only hospital in town. House does prove useful, however, instadiagnosing his patient with a skull fracture before then telling Cuddy to forget about hers, as he is as good as dead. He'll never survive the surgery, so House calls it a waste of a good ambulance ride and everyone's time. Well, he totally should be left to die, then. I know this is what they do in triage situations, but it still seems awful to me. At least House kept things semi-nice and didn't tell the poor guy about his imminent death to his face. Cuddy agrees with him and relays the message to an EMT.
Foreman tends to the crane operator, a.k.a. Mr. Asshole. Learn how to operate a crane, murderer. He has the decency to feel bad about the whole thing, saying he must have nodded off and lost control of the crane. Damn, how much control do you have to lose to put a crane in a building? I have no idea, as I don't know how to operate cranes. That's why I don't drive them. Unlike Mr. Asshole. Foreman tends to Mr. Asshole's broken arm while House feels his legs for breaks. He finds some caffeine pills in Mr. Asshole's pants pocket and asks if Mr. Asshole managed to fall asleep after taking them. Mr. Asshole says he did, and after drinking two cups of coffee. He says he's normally not like this, but his daughter has the flu so he's been operating on very little sleep. You know, when I had the flu (that one time. Oh, yes - in almost three decades of life, I've only had the flu once! And I never get flu shots, either. My immune system is just that awesome), I didn't keep my parents awake all night and unable to do their jobs the next day, and neither of them work in occupations where being well-rested is essential to avoid other people dying. Mr. Asshole's sick daughter is an asshole, too. It's probably genetic. House decides that Mr. Asshole could not possibly have fallen asleep with so much caffeine in his system, so he must have passed out due to a neurological disorder. Really? Because I once fell asleep in Spanish class despite taking caffeine pills and under the threat of detention, and my teacher just blamed it on laziness and attitude problems. Too bad House wasn't my Spanish teacher, because it turned out that it wasn't laziness or attitude problems, but an actual medical problem that took an additional six years to get diagnosed. So if you're reading this and you're a teacher and you notice that one of your students falls asleep in your class every day, maybe you should recommend that she see a doctor instead of giving her detentions and trying to have her pulled out of your class because you can't handle the fact that you're such a bad teacher that someone can get an A in your class while unconscious.