House and his remaining Cottages walk down the hall and discuss these results and what they mean. The brain looks fine, but the peripheral nerves and bone marrow are damaged. Kawasaki's, lymphoma, and sarcoidosis are thrown around as options. House says they'll need a piece of Ezra's skin to test this. This might be a problem, because Ezra isn't willing to give them any

House asks Cameron to get the skin sample. She says that she wants a "foot massage from Johnny Damon," and that's about as likely as her helping him right now is. Cameron likes Johnny Damon? Really? I would have thought Lou Gehrig would have been more her baseball player type. House has had enough of this and yells at her while he slams his cane down on her desk. Whoa. He says she hasn't been able to make one decision about this case; whether they're helping Ezra or hurting him. I guess now she'll have to. "Do your damn job," he orders. Undaunted, Cameron says she won't lie to Ezra to do it. House doesn't care what she tells Ezra as long as she gets the skin sample.

Cameron reports to Ezra's room and tells him that House wants her to get some of his skin for a biopsy. In an effort to get on his good side, she quickly points out that she had nothing to do with keeping Ezra alive or the subsequent tests. And she's been doing a little reading in her downtime. Reading about irradiating babies without permission. "Who knows how many cancers you caused?" she asks Ezra. "I don't know," he says. I think that question was supposed to be rhetorical, Ezra. But, Ezra says, they did make some discoveries that saved a bunch of other, apparently better, children. And, showing a heretofore unseen hard and cruel edge, he says that he isn't sorry at all. "Informed consent, patient rights -- holds back research," he says, apparently not realizing the amazing irony here. Cameron gives him the glare that House said couldn't pierce the skin. Turns out he was wrong about that -- this time, it gets a chunk of Ezra's skin removed. That, and a scalpel. "What the hell are you doing?" Ezra asks, like he doesn't know. "Informed consent is holding back our diagnosis," Cameron throws back in his face, along with a guaze pad. "Good for you!" Ezra says. "Finally standing up for something. Acting on what you believe" Wha? Wasn't he in a coma for most of Cameron's waffling? How would he know that she was having trouble with that? And I'll tell you what, Cameron doesn't seem too pleased to have joined the ranks of doctors who don't give a crap about patient rights when it interferes with their purposes. Today it's just taking a skin sample, Cameron. Tomorrow you'll be irradiating helpless babies!