When Cuddy came back to the clinic, she told House that they had a room and that it would be a few minutes before they could get him up there. The orderlies had to come and get him to take him up.

"How are you doing?" she asked.

House made a motion for a pen and paper, so Cuddy gave it to him. House wrote, "Who all knows about what is going on here?"

Cuddy said "Umm! Well your team and Wilson."

"What! You told Foreman, Chase and, Cameron?"

"Yeah! Is that a problem?"

"YEAH! IT IS!" House wrote back in all caps.

"Why?" Cuddy asked, taken aback by the inferred yelling. "We don't know what's wrong with you. So the next reasonable option is to ask for help."

"You haven't even run any tests yet! How do you know? You don't know what's wrong?"

"None of you symptoms fit anything particular, so until you get upstairs we can't run any tests to help find out what's wrong with you."

House wrote, "Whatever you say. Well, I would like to know why exactly you had to tell Wilson."

"When I went to my office to arrange all the tests and your room, Wilson was in there and he asked what I had found out," Cuddy explained. "So I told him and he is the one that called your team."

"Oh, well. Thanks for clearing that up for me. Now go I need my rest. I'm in a lot of pain."

"On a scale of one to ten how bad is the pain?"

"It is way past ten." Cuddy said,

"I'll go and get you some morphine. I'll be right back".

So Cuddy went and got the medicine. When she came back, the orderlies were there to take House up to his room. Cuddy gave the shot of morphine, and they took House.

His room number was 135 in the Intensive Care Unit.

Once House was settled in his room and on the ventilator, Wilson stopped bye for a visit.

"How are you feeling?" Wilson asked as he sat down in the chair next to House.

"How do you think I feel? I fell like crap," House penned.

"Okay, sorry for asking."

Wilson stood up and strode over to the foot of House's bed and picked up his chart.

"It says here that you are going for a chest x-ray, MRI, and a CT on your leg."

"When do I go and get the test?"

"It says twenty minutes or so."

"How long do I have to keep this tube in?" House wrote.

"Well your stats are 90 oxygen on 100 oxygen," Wilson explained. "So my best guess would be two or three weeks, but we won't know for sure until we get the test results back."

"Well, I hope not that long. You know how I hate hospitals."

Wilson said, "Yeah I do".

Just then the orderlies showed up to get House for the tests.

"Well you have them page me if you need me for anything, okay?" Wilson said.

House gave Wilson the thumbs up, and then they took House down to get the tests.