When we return, House's face is looking remarkably intact, meaning that the shooter spent more time on his little pre-shooting quips than on actual target practice. His admission bracelet gives him the same date of birth as Hugh Laurie and violates continuity. It also says that his doctor is Cuddy, which makes me happy, even though I know she's not a very good doctor. House wakes up to find a two-day beard growth on his face that looks the same as his regular two-day beard growth and Cameron reading by his bedside. "You're pathetic," he informs her. The "oily buildup" in Cameron's hair, House says, indicates that she's been sitting by him since his admission. "Pardon me for caring," Cameron says. "Did I lose any organs?" House asks. I don't think I can take any more of their flirty talk. No, Cameron says; the bullet hit a couple things, but didn't destroy anything. He was also hit in the neck, but that one just went through it, severing the jugular. Fortunately, House was in a hospital when this happened, which is probably the only way he could survive all the blood loss. Cameron starts talking about the shooter, but House immediately says that he doesn't care about him or why he shot him: "I assume his reasoning was faulty." And while no one deserves to get shot, House might be one of the more convincing cases for such treatment, so I'm not too sure about that. Anyway, House wants to get back to work and asks Cameron what happened to the tongue guy.

Cameron says that they had to biopsy the patient's tongue, and House figures they only did this after running a battery of less-painful and less-invasive blood tests that told them nothing. Oh, Cameron and her reliance on those scientific tests that don't cause the patient undue harm. What a silly goose she is! The biopsy told them nothing, and House figures that they couldn't do an LP because of intercranial pressure. He smiles smugly in his ability to know everything even after being out of it for two days.

And then a man is wheeled into the space next to him. He's hard to recognize without the gun, but it's House's shooter. While Cameron explains that he was also shot when security got him trying to escape the hospital, House removes all the wires connecting him to the bed and walks off to talk to Cuddy about this incredible oversight. In the hallway, Cameron urges House to get back to bed before he rips his stitches, to which House dares her to try to stop him. When Cameron does, House tells her to get her hands off of him, as he's twice her size and apparently not above using his superior physical prowess on her. This might be entertaining to watch, the cripple/very recent two gunshot victim and the wee movement-inhibiting vest/corset-wearing doctor wrestling, but it doesn't happen. Cameron just stuns House with her ability to understand what he means when he orders her to check Harpo's "trash," that being his lymph system, where the waste of whatever is attacking his body's is being dumped. She's so proud of herself for figuring this out that she totally forgets about stopping House from walking around.