Jeff is eating again, and Deb says he'll probably be discharged tomorrow as she hands him some ketchup. Jeff eats and frowns; ketchup doesn't taste the way it used to. "I guess I don't like ketchup anymore. Wonder what else I don't like," he says, while Deb looks worried despite how her claims that she isn't. And then "You Keep Me Hangin' On" by the Supremes come on the soundtrack! Yay! I love this song. I would also have accepted the '80s version by Kim Wilde, but with less enthusiasm.

Night falls on PPTH, and House and CTB are submitting to Cuddy's punishment, which appears to be changing the sheets of smelly patients. Well, I guess House can learn what exactly it is that the nurses do. He asks CTB what she's doing with Wilson on Friday night, and CTB answers him with a lie. She knows better than to give him the opportunity to show up and ruin things. Wilson watches them work from outside and smiles to himself, although it looks to me like his girlfriend has a lot more chemistry with his best friend than she does with him ...

What ails the staff at PPTH? We've got the diagnoses.

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