"I'm sorry to tell you this, but you have terminal cancer. There is nothing I can do. Go home and enjoy life." Dr. Wilson says to his patient, Ronald Reguirez.

"Can't Dr. House do anything? Are you even sure it's cancer? I want to talk to Dr. House!" the patient questions him.

"There is nothing Dr. House can do. I went through years of medical school I think I know what I'm talking about."

"Let me talk to him!" Ronald screams.

"Fine, you asked." As he walks out he mumbles under his breath, "He's only going to make you feel worse."

"Knock, Knock. Did some moron ask for me?" House says and opens the door.

"What in hell kind of doctor are you? I have terminal lung cancer and you're going to talk to me like that!?"

"You're wasting my time, I could be saving another patient right now and you call me in to reassure you that you're dying. Yeah, I think I'll talk to you however I feel like." House is really aggregated.

"House can I talk to you outside the door for a second?" Dr. Wilson says.

"Anything to get me away from this moron."

"Why are you talking to him like that? He's dying, cut him some slack. Do you remember what happened the last time you were rude to a patient?" Wilson was referring to the time House stuck a thermometer up a cop's anus during clinic duty.

"Don't turn into Cameron on me, besides this guy is way too stupid to be a cop. My leg is killing me and he is wasting my time."

"Just comfort him."

House laughs, "Me? comfort him? Sorry I never put comforting on my resume."

Wilson smirks. "Just try your best, he's dying and is scared."

"I'll make a deal, I comfort him and you get me off of clinic duty for a week."

"I'll make you a better deal." Wilson says, "You comfort him and I'll help you get a date with Cuddy."

House smirks and walks back into the room.

"So I went over all of the results, and Wilson is right, you have terminal lung cancer, I am very sorry. Look on the bright side you won't have to deal with life's miseries too much longer." He chuckles.

The old wrinkly patient doesn't say anything. He looks angry and walks out. When he opens the door he makes eye contact with Wilson for a brief moment and continues down the hallway. House turns around and walks out of the room.

"What did you say?" Wilson asks.

"Don't worry about it, I took care of it."

"It sure looks like you did." Wilson says sarcastically. "I hope he comes back and shoots you."

"Maybe he'll do me a favor, shoot me in the head so I'll be out of my misery."

"Why are you so negative today?"

"I told you…."

"House!" Cuddy yells across the hallway, interrupting. "Why did you give that poor old patient such a hard time?"

"He deserved it, he's a moron."

"Because he wanted a second opinion?"

"He probably used asbestos as a blanket. He looked pretty dumb to me. Besides cancer isn't my area, it is Dr. Wilson's, therefore Dr. Wilson Should be taking care of him."

"You have to do clinic duty 3 days a week for 1 month! I mean it House, I am sick and tired of you harassing our patients!" Cuddy storms back to her office.

House turns to Wilson, "Good luck getting me that date!" he says in his sarcastic tone then walks to his office. He sits down and starts hitting a ping pong ball against the wall. "Clinic Duty for a month, couldn't I just get the cancer?" He mumbles to himself.