"She's against abortion?" House said. "She's not against abortion!" He sighed. "Do I have to do everything around here?" he said and jerked the door open.

"Calm down Greg," Stacy said as House stomped into the room. "You're acting like a three year old!"

"Stacy, you're killing yourself here!," House almost yelled, ignoring Stacy's comment. He knew it was true. "You need this abortion!"

"What are you talking about?" Mark said, bewildered.

"Can you explain why? All Dr Cameron-" Stacy said, but House interrupted her.

"Stacy," House said, getting more annoyed (more like mad) by the second. "You need an abortion. Just trust me."

"Abortion?" Mark put his hands on his wife's shoulders. "I don't think so, House."

"Was I talking to you? Go sit in the corner and shut up and you might get some candy later," House snapped. "Please Stacy. Since when are you against abortion?"

"Since I met Mark," Stacy said.

"I'm sorry," House said. "You didn't let me do what I wanted to with my own leg, but it only takes one man to-"

"Greg?" Stacy said. House had gotten a weird look on his face, and he was staring right at Stacy's chest. "Greg! My face is up here!" Mark suddenly woke up.

"A cross?" he said and turned his face towards the window. "One man to turn you around. Who is this, Jesus? And I guess you're Mary Magdalene?" He looked at Mark. "You need this abortion, Stacy."

"I think I made it quite clear I'm not doing it," Stacy said.

"It's already dead, Stacy," House said. "It's too late. Now, I have more important things to do." He left the room and closed the door.

"So, is she going to do?" Cameron asked and looked at House.

"I don't know, ask someone else," he said, but quickly changed his mind. "Ask someone who cares - someone who cares." Satisfied with his words, he stepped back and looked at the door to the exam room. "Get Chase and Foreman and meet me upstairs."

Something was wrong with Stacy, but was it really her foetus acting up?

Was it even a foetus? Of course it was. She had probably gotten tested and-

But what if the body had rejected the foetus? And that thing inside her stomach was really something else?

Who was to know the difference between a dead foetus and anything else not breathing?

The familiar smell of coffee and white board pens welcomed him into the conference room. He picked up a pen and started writing.

Symptoms

Cramps

Delayed period

Mood swings

Rejected foetus?

He stood back and studied what he had written.

"Sounds like a miscarriage," Chase said and sat down at the glass table.

"Hang on-" Cameron said. "Is this about Stacy? 'Cause you're not supposed to-"

"Oh, shut up, little miss ethics," House snapped. "We know about the miscarriage."

"So, what's the problem?" Foreman joined the conversation.

"The alleged baby," House glared at Cameron, "is still in there. At least, that's what I've been told."

"Is that possible?" Chase commented.

"Well, it could be," House said, "and although I find it rare and extremely exiting, it's not the case."

"What?" Cameron looked offended and stared angrily at House.

"Calm down, kids," House said. "See, I think the baby isn't a baby. I think it's some form of tumour or cyst."

"But I-" Cameron struggled to find words. "She hadn't bled or-" She suddenly saw where House was going with this.

"In rare cases," House raised his eyebrows pointedly, "the baby comes out another way."

"You're saying she peed it out?" Foreman said sceptically.

"No, Dr Foreman," House said and winked. "This is a hospital. We don't use the word 'pee', and you know it." Foreman frowned and crossed his arms. "You're just saying no because I'm the one suggesting it." Foreman looked strained and tried to figure out an excuse.

"Dr Chase," House said. "While I admit Mrs Warner to the hospital, you will get ready for a biopsy. Dr Cameron, you get the ultrasound ready. Dr Foreman-" House searched his brain for a task. "-you can be a good Samaritan and help out in the clinic." Happy with his decision, House set off to meet Stacy again.

"I'm admitting you," he said when he entered the exam room. "Now, an abortion probably won't be necessary-"

"Thank God!" Mark exclaimed.

"I'm talking here," House said. "-but it could be a tumour. So I'm admitting you." Stacy looked shocked. "Don't worry - you'll get your own room."