For some reason, Cuddy and her new bangs are assigned to ask Natalie if she tried to kill herself with Tylenol. Natalie claims they were just for headaches. I got headaches when I was a teenager, too, but I always stocked my locker with a small bottle of ibuprofen, which is much better for headaches than Tylenol anyway. I certainly didn't go for the comically huge bottle. That thing wouldn't even have fit in my backpack! Natalie changes the subject to Cuddy and if she has kids. Wow, she unintentionally went right for the jugular there, didn't she? Either that, or House put a sign on Cuddy's back that read "ask me about my barren womb." Cuddy says she doesn't, but she was in high school herself not too long ago, so she knows how cruel the other kids can be. Natalie doubts it, saying that Cuddy probably had a fine time in school because she's pretty. "You're pretty, too," Cuddy says. "I'm fat. I'm a loser. They all hate me," Natalie says. Last year, they took pictures of her and said they were for the yearbook, then put them up on a website devoted to making fun of her. That can't be any worse than getting a guest starring role on a TV show as an unpopular fat kid. And did they have to name her Natalie? Someone on the writing staff has fond memories of The Facts of Life. Can't wait for next season, when we meet a patient named Tootie who is the only black person she knows until she gets a boyfriend in the later seasons. "Forget about them," Cuddy says. Yeah, easy for her to say. Although now that the entire jazz ensemble has presumably been expelled for slipping Natalie those hallucinogenic drugs, there will be nine less tormentors the next time she goes to school, so that should be an improvement. "Let's just make you better," Cuddy says. "What's the point?" Natalie asks, so emo.

Cuddy talks to Natalie's parents (nice of them to finally stop by) in the hall. She says if Natalie's liver failure was caused by a Tylenol overdose then they have to act now to save it. But the father stubbornly refuses, saying there's no way Natalie OD'd. Mom says that Natalie was the nicest, sweetest little girl until puberty hit last year. Last year? Isn't Natalie supposed to be sixteen? Pay attention, Mom -- puberty hit three to five years ago! Now she's a teenager and Mom can't get through to her. She thinks Cuddy should give her the treatment. She doesn't know her daughter well enough to say she didn't OD. Dad agrees.