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Giles has decided to have a DNR, House was listening to his records in his office. Laying on the floor, his hand waving with the music and headphones on. He's been started on IV Steroids and Synthroid. Foreman leaves the office as House goes back to his music. Looking at him he feels eyes on me before he turns to look at me, smiling to himself before taking the headphones off. 

"Are you remembering last night?" 

Shaking my head I look away. "I'm thinking of other things." 

He furrows his brows before he gets up and walks over to me. "Everything okay?" 

Nodding gently I look at him. "Do you think Foreman is only sticking to Hamilton's treatment because he taught him?" 

"Could be." 

Standing I kiss House gently before walking down to see Foreman. Catching him giving orders to adjust his meds, and adding IVIG to the mix. Raising a brow I lean against a column in the hall for a second. 

Foreman thinks House might be right, but let's see if the IVIG actually does anything before House finds out. Hearing the monitor beeping I get into the room just as House follows. 

"His stats are in the 70s, how long has he been like this?" 

"Ten minutes." 

"Why aren't you doing anything?" 

"The IVIG put him in respiratory failure." 

"You put him on the IVIG?" 

"We did this." 

"So undo it, Chase!" He turns to look at Chase before Foreman speaks up. 

"It's too late, we killed him." 

"We didn't kill him, he's not dead. Chase intubate him." 

"He's DNR." House looks around the room before giving his cane to Chase and hobbling over to the patient. House grabs the intubation kit and walks over to the head of the bed as Foreman watches. 

"What are you doing?" 

House ignores him as he gets started intubating the musician. 

"You can't do this!" 

"Bag." 

Shaking my head I give him the adult sized bag to hook onto the intubation tube. Breathing for the patient, his wife comes in. 

"He had a bad reaction to some medicine we gave him." 

"What did you just do?" 

Cameron spoke up as she looks at her. "They saved his life." 

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"The IVIG made him worse, which means Multi-focal Motor Neuropathy was a bad diagnosis. What else is wrong with him?" 

"What's wrong with you two?" 

"Everyone knows what's wrong with me, leave her out of this." 

Looking at House who doesn't look at me, I glance away. 

"You both tubed him, when he didn't want to be tubed. He has a legal paper saying just that." 

"To intubate, or not to intubate? That is the big ethical question. Actually I was hoping to avoid it, maybe just practice some medicine." 

"There's no question, it's the patients decision." 

"If the patient is competent to make it, if his thyroid numbers aren't making him sad." 

"His thyroid was a little-"

"it's nothing, do not defend him." Foreman turns to give me a look. 

"Why did he sign that DNR?" 

"I didn't talk him into-" 

"He signed the DNR to 'cause he didn't want  a slow, painful death from ALS. What was happening had nothing to do with his ALS."

"Right, exactly! It's the IVIG! You screwed up." 

"Actually, House didn't. This is your case, the order was yours." 

"Is that what this is about? Looking bad in front of your old boss?' 

"you both assaulted that man." 

"Fine, I'll never do it again." 

"Yes you will." 

"All the more reason this debate is pointless." 

Foremen leaves as Cameron looks out the door, thinking of following. 

"I'm sure he just want to the little boys room. His lungs are worse, any theories?"

Chase speaks up. "Vasculitis?" 

"Wouldn't likely hit both lungs." 

"It could be Wagner's Granulomatosis." 

Before he could say anything else, a woman in a suit came in and handed him something. Him making a joke about Cuddy sending him a stripper. Handing it to Cameron, she opens it and reads it. 

"There are case reports of Wegener's hitting both the lungs and the spine." 

"Well its not great but it's better than ALS. At least its treatable." 

"It's a restraining order. You're both not to come within 50 feet of John Henry Giles. And they've asked the DA to file criminal charges for battery." 

House turns as he looks out the window, I put my hand on my head as I shake my head. 

 "Cameron test the blood for C-ANCA." 

"These are criminal charges, they're not going to let you take blood for more tests." 

"He has more blood in the lab, just add on a C-ANCA. Foreman still got you doing bronchoscopic suctioining for the pneumonia?" 

Chase nods. "Every four hours." 

"While you're down in his lungs grab a biopsy, we'll need it to confirm Wegner's. And move the patient to the second floor ICU." 

"Why?" 

"It's right above the clinic. I'm sure it's 50 feet in any direction." He takes the paper and goes to his office. "It's nice having a court order saying you don't have to work clinic duty." he sits in his chair as he reads the paper. I follow him as Cameron and Chase make their way to the patient. Crossing my arms as I look at him, he scans the paper pretending not to notice. 

"Now what do we do?" 

"I didn't ask you to join me in breaking the law." 

"You're an idiot if you think I wont get fired with you." 

"Why would you get fired with me?"

"If you get fired from the hospital, the diagnostics department leaves with you. No point in being here if you aren't." 

He tries to hide the smile behind the paper in his hand before I take it from him. "Cuddy might be right, we are codependent. I just hope you can figure out what's wrong with him." 

Sitting on the small foot rest that matched the chair he was in, I sigh as I look at the floor. He leans forward and putting his hand on my thigh I look at him. 

"We can go somewhere else if we need to. I can be a chef and be the world renowed chef like you think I can, that should be enough to support both of us." 

"You would want me to be your house wife?" 

"If it means I get to come home to you waiting for me for the rest of my life, and being with me. Then yes." 

He looks at me for a moment, before leaning down to kiss me. Pulling away he pats my leg. "Come on, we have nothing else we can do here, let's go home."