House

Cranial nerves.

On old Olympus' towering tops

a friendly Viking grew vines and hops.

Olfactory. Optic. Oculomotor.

Vagus. Accessory. Causes of edema: A.L.I.V.E.

Allergic...

Differentials for swollen scrotum:

T.H.E.A.T.R.E.S.

English spelling. Torsion, hernia...

Epididymal cyst. S...Syphilis.

Enough with the drilling.

We're third year.

No more exams.

You don't have to face House every day.

And after today, neither do you.

Here's to no more coming home in tears.

It's kind of like coming to the end

of an extreme roller-coaster.

Even with the terror,

nausea, and whiplash.

I'm a little sad that it's over.

Let's go.

You got your procedure log?

Oh, I'm not quite done.

I still have one more lumbar puncture.

It's due today.

Unless you want to blow off becoming a doctor

and get another PhD.

I know. I'm gonna get it done.

I thought you'd have that thing finished

like six months ago.

I've been busy.

Oh, come on, Cruz.

Let me do this. I need it for my log.

Wait, you aren't done yet?

I've been busy.

What's in it for me?

The satisfaction that comes

from helping out a classmate?

How about cash?

Have you talked to House?

It's 6:00 am. He won't be in for a few hours.

I keep a roll of quarters in the car...

I just turned in my log and guess what I saw.

There's an opening in the Diagnostics Department.

House wants an intern?

He's never had one before.

You gotta figure he doesn't want an intern.

He wants you.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Uh, you must be

Dr. Thirteen.

Remy Hadley.

Nice to meet you.

You're back.

- Hi. - Hi.

What the hell

happened to you?

Why'd you lie about going to Rome?

You'd lie too

if you bottomed out, ended up in...

drug rehab.

Thank you, House, for respecting my privacy.

What a perfect reminder that I'm back.

I didn't even know you had a problem.

Loved ones are always the last to know.

Loved ones and robotic, estranged ex-boyfriends.

Our patient

is Kendall Pearson.

16-year-old aspiring pirate.

She's that Canadian kid who's trying to be

the youngest person to sail around the world.

Collapsed yesterday during a practice run.

Luckily for us, cameras were there.

Corporate sponsors want us to check

that's she seaworthy before the clock strikes

"you're too old to set a record."

Gives us three days.

You've still only got one, right?

Uh, last day of my rotation.

Could be simple dehydration.

She told the Coast Guard

she had felt dizzy.

Pulse and BP were normal at the time of the rescue.

It's not dehydration. What about your internship?

You sign up this morning?

Actually, I'm still deciding.

Maybe she had a seizure

and that's what caused her collapse.

Coast Guard report says no sign of head trauma.

But what about her back?

Look.

Right before the collapse,

she hit the small of her back on the railing.

Damaged adrenal glands caused adrenal insufficiencies,

which caused the collapse.

Nice.

Blood draws every 15 minutes

for four hours.

Let's track her cortisol.

Masters, there's no hurry.

There's no wrong choices.

At least, that's what they tell people

who make crappy choices.

What's with the sudden interest in her future?

You know, a blacksmith who spends

this much time hammering out a new blade from raw jell-o

gets curious

about who ends up wielding it.

No reason to be curious

unless you're interested in wielding it yourself.

You want her to intern here.

And you're considering this?

Before I make my decision,

I still have one more LP

I need to get.

So I'd like to go to the E.R.

Thirteen, why don't you take Masters

to do the blood draws.

You can remind her about all the perks

of working for me.

Behind the deck. Port side.

If her adrenal hormone levels are consistently low,

we'll replace them.

You'll be ready to launch Thursday.

Great.

Inside cabin facing the bow.

Sorry, K, I need to borrow mom.

The sponsors?

No, Couric's people kicking up a fuss

about rescheduling the interview.

I can take over.

Ceiling of the galley.

Right. The last time I was on a boat

was my freshman mixer in college.

I didn't so much mix as hurl.

Too much to drink? No, I was 13.

And in college?

Yeah, I know. Weird.

I was thinking "cool."

We'll be back for the next blood draw

in 15 minutes.

Unless, of course, you'd like to stay

and continue bonding over your lost childhoods.

Listen, I have a ton

of prep work to do to be ready to launch.

Is there any way we can speed the tests up?

Mm, I'm afraid not.

Unless you're up for getting on a treadmill.

We could stress her body.

See if her adrenals respond.

It would only take a half an hour.

It's about an LP. Go. I'll handle this.

Um, Dr. Cuddy,

can I come by your office later?

I'd love to get some advice.

I'm in meetings all afternoon.

Try me tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

This is...

This is my last day

as a medical student.

So I've got this decision to make.

Probably the biggest decision of my career.

Which means maybe the biggest decision

of my life.

Although, I guess, if I get married...

Um, House has opened up an internship.

You do realize if you take it,

he'll probably end up firing you again?

He's always hired me back.

And he'll continue mocking and insulting you

whatever chance he gets.

It's certainly toughened me up.

You're trying to get me to say good things about him.

No. I'm trying to make you make your own decision

and leave me alone.

Working with House is great.

And it sucks.

Often simultaneously.

Most people can't work in that environment.

Question is...

Can you?

Thanks, Dr. Cuddy.

You pad me down here and now you're doing my LP?

I got bored waiting.

It's been two minutes.

This is your 11th. 14th.

Listen, your roommate,

is she hooking up with that resident?

I got to find House.

Rehab? Great cover story.

Now I can't ever drink around those guys again,

thus eliminating my main bond with Chase.

Save the attitude for someone

who didn't just get you your medical license back.

Price you pay.

There's a chicken

in your office.

No, there isn't.