After the commercial, House and the Cottages are still trying to figure out what put George into that coma and got him out of it. Chase thinks George may have bumped his head and they just missed the swelling because George's head is already so swollen. Swollen with fat, that is. Cuddy marches in, all pissed off that House has broken yet another MRI. House takes the blame for it, but Cameron speaks up and says the MRI was her idea. She figured repairing the MRI would cost less than a court case over them refusing treatment to a guy for being fat. Since Cameron's talking money and lawyers, Cuddy listens. She does give Cameron an angry glare on her way out of the office, though. "Who knew that being bloated and bitchy could actually come in handy?" House asks, as we all know that women only stand up for what they believe in when they're riding the crimson wave. Also, Cameron is the least bloated person I've ever seen. "Shut up," Cameron says. "Maybe it's hormones," Foreman says. "It's not hormones!" Cameron snaps. Then she cries at a sad commercial and doubles over in pain while her uterine muscles contract and she really, really wants some Taco Bell. Foreman says that he was talking about their patient's hormones, not Cameron's. Maybe he has acute adrenal insufficiency, which could cause a temporary coma. It doesn't explain the fever, though. Cameron's still trying to find a connection to George's illness and his prostitutes, because sex is evil. And Chase doesn't think they should do anything at all; George's coma is over and he seems fine. Plus, he's totally fat and therefore not worthy of Chase's time and energy. House says they can do all of these things: Foreman will check for the adrenal stuff, Cameron will check for STDs, and Chase can just sit on his ass. Chase really got the winning end of that deal, I'd say. The losing end, of course, goes to Cameron, who will have to find a way to lift George's many skin folds in order to inspect his genitals.
Episode Report CardSara M: B- | 1692 USERS: C+
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