House finds Cuddy marching around the hallway. He makes fun of her for being fat and pregnant (no, and please please please no) and she says she heard about his little "stunt" with Ezra. Oh, so putting someone in a coma and doing medical procedures you know he wouldn't want is called a "stunt" now? And here I thought it was called "what made House's leg bad in the first place." And Cuddy should know that better than anyone. House says that when he lies, it's to save his patient's life. Unlike SOME people who lie in order to teach a lesson in humility . Cuddy says that she won't give House the argument he wants here; she doesn't think doctors should kill their patients and is happy House didn't kill Ezra. House reacts to this with a hilarious gag where he points at Cuddy's gigantic brooch, gives the "I see this is a listening device!" nod, and addresses it, saying that other things doctors don't do include: padding their bills, stealing samples from the pharmacy, and fantasizing about their patient's teenage daughters. "True, better be true, and you're a pig," Cuddy says. True. She takes a moment to be sympathetic and places a hand on House's arm and sincerely says she's sorry about House's leg. "Yeah. We really should spend some time talking about that," House says. Yes, we should. And maybe some time addressing the fact that the guy who shot him is running around New Jersey free as a bird or some of the trauma issues one might have after being shot twice. But we won't. Instead, House tries gets away from Cuddy as quickly as possible. Which isn't all that fast, since his leg is bad again.
House hobbles into Foreman, who reports that the lupus IV Ig treatment has made Ezra worse, not better. He doesn't have lupus. House orders an open-lung biopsy to confirm whether or not Ezra has pulmonary fibrosis. Foreman and Chase exchange looks, and Foreman asks House whether he's really asking them to perform surgery on a patient without his consent. Yes, House says, he is. Then he finds Cameron where he apparently expected her to be: sulking in a shower stall. He tells her to go back to Ezra's lab and read a medical journal, since she isn't doing anything else with her time. The Massachusetts Medical Journal from January 1967, to be exact. "Centerfold's a killer," he says.
House does some lacrosse-like moves with his cane and giant tennis ball in his office. Wilson stop by and asks House about his leg, like he even cares. House says it hurts. Wilson asks about Ezra, like he even cares. House says he's "resting comfortably." "Hmmm, that's not what Cameron says!" Wilson sings-songs. "I hate practicing medicine in high school," House grumbles. Aw, what the hell, Cameron? Last week she was all rightfully pissed off at Wilson, and now this week she's running to him to tattle on House? House may hate practicing medicine in high school, but I hate watching people do it. Stay in the Shower Stall of Your Discontent, Cameron. Wilson says he doesn't understand why this case is different than all the other patients House has apparently killed off over the years. House says that those cases were definitely terminal; this one is not. "Give me a break," Wilson scoffs; he thinks House just can't stand the thought of a patient dying before House can figure out why. Well, no shit, Sherlock! Most doctors don't want their patients to die for unknown reasons, especially if those doctors are diagnosticians whose job is to FIND OUT WHAT'S WRONG WITH THEIR PATIENTS. I guess that's something a sub-par cancer doctor wouldn't understand, though.