You have CIPA, Hannah Morganthal.
We have to do x-rays to make sure you don't have internal injuries. Blood tests to make sure no infections. EEG for neurological anomalies. And... biopsy a spinal nerve.
Whoa whoa whoa. Congenital insensitivity to pain is one of the rarest conditions on the planet. There's only been about... sixty documented cases —
Yeah, and I have... seven reasons to think that she's one of them.
That's reason number one. She knew what it was without us telling her. Two, she's still wet from the snow, but she's not shivering. That's odd. Unless she can't sweat or feel hot and cold.
The ambulance was warm. I want to see my mother.
Three, scarring around the lips and tongue. When she was a baby, she would chew on herself without feeling it.
I fell through a window when I was a kid.
Four, when you cleaned the wound, she flexed into the cleaner instead of away from it. It's hard to fake pain when you've never felt it. Takes an imaginative leap, Ms. Morganthal. That's one of them Jew names. Ashkenazis are a higher risk group.
On the other hand, she says she doesn't have it. And she'd be dead by now if she'd never been diagnosed.
They killed our Lord. You gonna trust them? She wants to see her mom. If she admits having CIPA, she knows we're not letting her go anywhere without a battery of tests.
You said you had seven reasons.
I pulled a number out of the air. What, five isn't enough?
Five lame reasons aren't. [turns away] I'm taking her to see her mom as soon as —
[House suddenly hits Hannah's good leg with his cane, but Hannah doesn't move]
I can hit her again if six isn't enough.
Hi again. Not sure I can say this without sounding condescending, but then you'd get the false impression that I respect you, so... you're a kid. You're scared, you're stalling. Grow up.
I'm not scared. I'm never scared.
See? How juvenile was that? You can't feel pain - nothing left but pleasure. Why don't you tell me how wonderful that is.
Better than being in pain all the time. Get in the chair!
[Hannah stays on the floor, House gets a syringe]
Every morning I have to check my eyes to make sure I didn't scratch a cornea in my sleep.
Oh god, stop! I'm in a pool of tears here.
Neither can I. Every morning I check my eyes for jaundice in case the Vicodin finally shot my liver.
I can't run anywhere without examining all my toes for swelling.
Boys can't hold me for too long because I can overheat.
Girls can't hold me for too long because I only pay for an hour.
I need an alarm on my watch to remind me to go to the bathroom. Do you know how many humiliating experiences before I thought of that?
Bathroom's 50 feet from my office. Every drink of water I weigh the pros and cons.
After everything I do, I self-check: Mouth, tongue, gums for cuts, count teeth, check temperature, fingers, toes and joints for swelling, skin for bruises...
[Hannah pauses, Cameron and Chase exchange looks]
I sat on a stove when I was three. Wanna see the coil marks?
Do you think I just wanna check out your tuchus, as your people would say?
[Hannah gets up and lifts her gown, House gives her an injection, she becomes unconscious]
Put her in the chair and run the damn test. If she moves again, give her nitrous.
[House turns to leave, but Cameron intercepts him]
You weren't shot because of leg pain, you were shot because you're a jerk!
Some think the two are connected.
So I'm thinking we should have sex.
[confused] That makes sense.
Despite the wisdom of pop songs there's no point in putting our lives on hold until love comes along. We're both healthy and busy people, and we work together so it's convenient.
And of all the people I work with you're the one I'm least likely to fall in love with.
The point here is to make things simpler, not more complicated. Some day there'll be time to get serious about someone. Meanwhile, we've already had sex once and didn't get weird about it, so…
I get it, I get it. So, what if I'm offended by your judgment?
Then you're not the man I'm looking for.
[Cameron walks away. Chase shakes his head, then follows her, grinning]
