House and Sharona were sitting in the little coffee house across the street from the hospital.
"Well, how is your son?" House asks uncomfortably.
"He's good. He's doing better." Sharona says loudly and quickly, signally that she is also uncomfortable.
"Well, should we order?" House questions looking at his menu rather than at Sharona.
"Sure." Sharona replies. The waitress comes over to the table.
"Can I take your order please? She asks.
"Yeah," Sharona says looking at the menu. "I would like a chicken salad with Italian dressing, with a side of steak and a baked potato."
"Ma'am?" The waitress asks looking at her.
"What? You got a hearin' problem? I told you what I wanted." Sharona responds.
"Yes ma'am. Yes you did." The waitress is practically in tears when she looks at House. "What would you like sir?"
"I'd just like something light. I don't need anything to eat. Just get me a drink." House says, but then thinks about it a minute. "Actually, I will walk to the bar myself. You just bring me the bill for Sharona's dinner here and I will pay for it."
"House, I can pay for my own meal." Sharona protests.
"We came over here for a date, and I will pay for your meal. Whether I eat or not." House replies.
"Okay, I won't fight a free dinner." Sharona states. The waitress walks away shaking her head. Just as House and Sharona stand up to walk into the bar Wilson and Chase rush in.
"What do you two want?" House asks.
"It's the patient." Chase replies.
"I figured that already Chase. I didn't think you just wanted to crash my dinner date. Now what about the patient?" House asks. Chase looks at Wilson. Wilson's eyes meet Chase's and then he looks over at Sharona. His eyes are looking right into hers as he says,
"Your patient is dying House."