In moments, the woman was on a gurney being rushed into the ER. The woman in the flower hat shuffling close behind, dragging the sign with the fetus next to her.

"Do you know this woman?" Foreman asked her as he pushed the gurney into the nearest curtained area.

"Y…y…yes, she's my neighbor." The woman stammered watching Cameron and Chase begin to use their pen lights to check the woman's pupils.

"What's her name?" Foreman continued, realizing this woman was going to need all of the information dragged out of her.

"Beverly, Beverly Hopwood." The woman's eyes were huge as she stood stalk still in the middle of the may lay, the doctors having to shove their way around her, just to get to the patient.

"Sooooo, what happened? Had a change of heart?" The voice came from behind them, causing the flower lady to jump and spin around to find House leaning on his cane, glaring at her. "Not very neighborly letting known murderers touch your friend." The woman was in too much shock to say anything. She simply stood with the knit flower now nearly coming down over her eyes, staring at the strange man with the unkempt hair and cane.

"You do know you're going to have to burn that now?" House stated glaring at the fetus protest poster gripped in the woman's hand which was crinkling on the floor. "It's in bad taste to let the embryo touch the floor." With that, the woman was pulled out of the hypnotic state that House's arrival had placed her in and yanked the sign from the tile.

"Who are you?" The flower lady began, pushing her hat out of her eyes, so she could get a better look at House.

"Oh, just another knife wheeling hack in a white coat, trying to rid the world of innocent children and single mothers." House snapped leaning in on his cane.

"This is Dr. House." Cameron sighed as she took Beverly's wrist. "Her pulse is thready and weak."

"What does that mean?" The flower lady pushed her way in between Chase and Foreman gapping at Beverly. House limped forward and pushed through all of them, taking Beverly's wrist in his palm and pinched the back of her hand. The skin remained stiff for a few moments before going back down to its normal position.

"Damn it." House sighed.

"Excuse me?" The flower lady cringed at the sound of the swear word.

"There's nothing wrong with her. She's just dehydrated. Get some saline into her, she'll be back out on the picket lines in a couple hours." He was angry, he wasn't needed here and neither was his team. God was dead and Cuddy would get her way. Cameron began the IV drip and in a matter of minutes Beverly started coming around. Her eyes fluttered and she groaned, shifting around on the gurney, confused and aching from the fall.

"Beverly?" The flower lady pushed her way back through the crowd of doctors to stand next to Beverly, taking her hand in hers.

"Where am I?" Beverly breathed, squinting against the bright florescent lights of the ER.

"Death row," House quipped, "I'm Ted Bundy". He pointed to Chase, "Over there is Charles Manson, this is Lizzy Borden and the black guys is…well, he's black, isn't that enough?"

Foreman sighed, making his way to where Beverly could see him.

"You're in the hospital. You collapsed outside. You're friend, Mrs.?" He suddenly realized the flower lady had been standing there talking to them for a while now and they never found out her name.

"Wendy Baites." The flower lady stated, finally finding her voice.

"Mrs. Baites, brought you in. You're dehydrated, we started a saline drip. You should be fine in a few hours."

"Wendy." Beverly whined, "I told you I never wanted to come to one of these places, never." She pushed herself up in the bed, eyebrows knit, teeth clenched.

"Beverly, you collapsed, I was scared." Wendy started adjusted her hat again, this time as a nervous reaction.

"Then you should have prayed for me, not brought me in here." It was at this point that Beverly began to try to rip the IV out of her arm, Cameron rushed forward, grabbing her wrist to stop her.

"Mrs. Hopwood.." She began.

"MS." The woman corrected

"Sorry, Ms. Hopwood, you may feel better, but it's only because of this IV. You need to leave it in." Cameron kept her hand on Beverly's, nervous that the moment she let go saline would be flowing all over the floor.

"I'm dehydrated? Well, then give me a glass of water and I would thank you…doctor," she said this word with complete loathing in her voice, "to take your hands off me." Cameron looked from Beverly's face to Chase's and Foreman's hoping for some help. She found none and so slowly removed her hand from the woman's clammy wrist.

"Makes no sense anyway," Beverly continued, as she pulled the IV from her arm, sending saline shooting from the end, "how could I get dehydrated in the middle of the winter. Ridiculous." Chase grabbed the tube flowing saline onto the floor and pinched it off, looking completely put out with this woman.

"What's ridiculous is how a woman in her forties doesn't realize that summer isn't the only time the human body sweats. You must be a pleasure at holiday parties, not wearing deodorant or taking showers." House muttered from behind the mob, playing with his cane by spinning it on its tip. Beverly looked around trying to find the source of the voice insulting her.

"This is Dr. House." Cameron stated for the second time that day, she was beginning to feel sick of it.

"Is that the way you talk to all of your patients doctor?" Beverly snapped, clumsily rising from the bed and using the rail on the side to steady herself.

"No, I only talk this way to the ones who are showing signs of increasing lack of mental capacity, have a severe case of stupidity and are plagued with moments of massive decreased brain cell usage. So, yeah, I guess you're right, I do talk to all of my patients like this."

"You see Wendy, this is why these places need to be stopped. This is why Anna Stymend is dead because of doctors like doctor House here." Beverly was picking up her coat from the gurney at this point shooting dagger eyes at Dr. House.

"That's right, anyone with a stethoscope is pure evil." He bit at her limping forward.

"Dr. House," she was inches from his face now, her eyes bulging and voice shaking, "I have looked in the face of evil, I've battled it for fifteen years. The devil is alive and well. Anna Stymend's death was just the beginning. Those people out there, out there doing the lord's work, they will be saved. But you, you and all of your baby killing warlocks, you will be damned to the depths. And I will not cry for you."

It was completely silent in the ER and Beverly stood, bottom lip quivering with anger, glaring at House, who hadn't broken her stare since she began talking. All of a sudden out of no where House raised his hands and began to clap, causing all in the room to jump. He fained tears and shook his head in awe.

"Amazing, amazing, that," he put his hand over his heart, "was an incredible performance, a bit over the top, but I think the audience will buy it, I mean you are playing a complete psycho, right? I think I hear an Oscar nomination in your future."

"I've had enough." Beverly snapped, throwing her scarf around her neck and beginning to head for the door of the ER, grabbing her Anna Stymend sign leaning up against the wall as she did so. "Come on Wendy." The flower lady jumped at the sound of her name and began to follow the woman towards the door and the sound of the protesters outside continuing their rally. But Beverly only got a few steps before she stopped, her face drained of all color and she collapsed once more on the floor with a loud bang. This time the handle of her protest poster snapped completely in half under her weight, sending shards of wood flying all around the hallway.

"Beverly!" Wendy yelled, dropping her sign once more and rushing to the woman's side.

"And the winner for most dramatic performance, drum roll please, Beverly Hopwood." House announced over the commotion.