"Can we an X-Ray of your hands?" Cameron asked House as they all walked back to their office leaving Wilson and Cuddy behind to get everything worked out.
"What? Why? We do have a patient to worry about!" House protested.
"I just want to see how it works," she explained.
"Well as long as it's not a MRI then fine," he said as they walked onto the elevator.
Cameron smiled, she always got her way. They walked to the X-Ray room instead of the office and House sat down on a stool as Cameron took the X-Rays and Forman and Chase watched. When they got done it was surprising to see what his hand looked like now.
"Well, that's interesting," House said inspecting the sheets.
"It looks like the metal runs up wrist; what if it goes threw your whole body?" Chase suggested.
Forman spoke up then, "Let's find out," he answered with a sly smile and pinned House up against the wall with a lift of his hand.
Chase laughed at this and Cameron rolled her eyes.
"Clever," House said between his teeth because Forman was holding his jaws together, even though he was a few feet away.
"Well, I guess it does go threw your whole body, how weird," Forman concluded.
"Guess so. Now let me go," House ordered and Forman dropped him.
"Wait if you can heal your own body no matter what, does that mean you'll never die?" Cameron asked.
"Ha! I'll out live you all! Maybe I should take up smoking?" House said sarcastically.
"Uh, let's focus on the patient," Cameron suggested, not liking the idea of House being able to do whatever to his own body.
"Screw the patient, this is amazing!" House said sliding his blades out of his hand and investigating them again.
"Speak for yourself," Chase said.
"Yeah, your power does suck. Guess it works for you," House shot back.
Chase gave him a glare then Cameron said, "There has to be something that caused this."
"No, you're just mad because you can't make out with lover boy anymore," House explained.
"House," she said with a motherly tone.
"Well, there has to be some way to get rid of it too," Chase agreed ignoring House's comments.
"How are you supposed to get rid of something if you don't even know how you got it?" Forman asked.
"Well your all doctors, this should be easy," House retorted, "In the mean time, I'm going to go rob some banks considering a bullet won't hurt me and I have my own weapon," then he left the room.
"You don't think he's serious do you?" Chase asked.
"Whose knows," Cameron told him.
"Who cares," Forman added.
The six doctors were all gathered in the diagnostic office, they were all quiet and had no clue what to say. Of course Wilson knew what everyone was saying, which was getting irritating because he couldn't even hear himself.
"Would everyone shut up!" he yelled sick of it.
"It's kind of hard not to think," House told him, "Sure it might be easy for Chase but…"
"House, be serious," Cuddy demanded knowing she was asking for the impossible, "Just for once."
"I can't live the rest of my life not being able to touch people," Cameron complained.
"Do you think having to wear sunglasses twenty-four seven is much better?" Chase shot back at her. This was the first time he had been mean towards her during their "relationship". Everything had been going so well until this dreadful morning.
"I don't especially like creating world record storms every time I get a little upset either," Cuddy added.
House and Forman sat back just listening to everyone bicker and complain. They were fine with what they had, no problems whats-so-ever.
"We have to do something about this," Cuddy concluded.