#STD Blood Test

[k4l1k4l1]

He made my blood dirty

[toomuchkween]

A Trip to the Doctors

I had my first physical in years yesterday. The Dr. is someone I used to work work with a few years back. She is incredibly easy to talk to and has to be one of the least judgmental people I have ever met in my life.

I was almost totally honest with her. I told her the last time I got high was a year ago, not a week and a half ago.

I told her that I had been exposed to chlamydia. She tested for everything and gave me a prescription for Doxycycline which, like literally, kills everything (but not HIV).

I have a feeling SOMETHING is going to come up from all the tests. I have somehow been able to avoid any kind of serious health diagnosis despite all of my foolish behavior and I am thinking the tab is coming due.

Also, I am off the next couple of days. I think staying away from the good stuff is going to be easier than I thought.

Lets see.

[risaparadise]

THAT MANY PEOPLE NEVER HAD A BLOOD DRAW?

pls reblog for sample size etc

follow for more occasional useless polls :)

[dardocuae]

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[psychoticwillgraham]

‘AS SOON as you get your period, come back to the office and we’ll get your IUD in’

*gets it NOW at 7pm on a Sunday night*

welp. gotta go right after work tomorrow i guess. and she guessed it’d be another week but not even five minutes after i told mom ‘oh it’s coming NOW’, boom, i got it. damn im good at this lmao

[bitchybee27]

love jokingly threatening my boyfriend. i just got an std test and when the results came back clean i called and told him his penis is safe for now

[stdexpressclinic]

Discovering Relevance of a Trichomoniasis Blood Test in Virginia STD Clinic

Many Sexually Transmitted Infections like trichomoniasis are treatable following a proper diagnosis. Most individuals having trichomoniasis or "trich" cannot know about its presence because of the absence of specific symptoms. An early trichomoniasis blood test in Virginia STD center promises quick detection and treatment of this prevalent and curable sexually transmitted disease.

[labworkseo]

One of the sets of drugs whose misuse is harmful to health is called benzodiazepines. Healthcare practitioners prescribe the benzodiazepines test if there are any signs of misuse of benzodiazepines-containing medicines. Moreover, this test is also prescribed if the healthcare practitioner suspects an accidental overdose of this drug. The benzodiazepines drug test screens for the following drugs:

[dshseodelhi]

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[eyeofthetoto]

Honestly, blood types should just be determined during like a mandatory physical checkup. There are NO drawbacks to knowing your blood type.

"uuuuuu Toto but it could reveal that someone is adopted or that someone in the family got cheated on uuuu"

Like I said. No drawbacks.

Also, go donate blood! It literally saves lives! If you can't, that's fine! But if you can, think about what's stopping you from going! Take a friend! It'll be fun! Plus you can feel like a hero!

Also also, it serves as a free blood-type check and they also check for a range of STDs, so people that come from strict households and can't go to a clinic to get a checkup, maybe that's a lifehack for you?

I'm rambling at this point. Go donate blood.

[cxrrodedcoffin]

Dead of Night - Spencer Reid

Likes are always appreciated but reblogs and feedback keep artists going!

Summary: Spencer stumbles upon a secret dark fantasy of reader’s and does everything he can to be the one to fulfill it.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: This is the first time I’ve ever written anything with themes like this so feedback is definitely appreciated. Not proofread cuz this is long and I’m tired ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I fully understand if the themes included in this are not for some of my regular readers and I encourage you to scroll if you’re not comfortable with any of the following warnings.

TW: perv!spencer, dom!spencer, mask kink, knife play, blood, dubcon, kind of cnc but it’s emphasized repeatedly that reader initiates and is in control of what is taking place, unprotected sex, penetration, creampie, degradation (slut), pet names (doll, angel) religious imagery, gun mention, std testing mention, fem + afab reader, soulmate talk

Rating: R, 18+

——

You knew it was wrong, you’d seen just how easily Penelope was able to track someone down through their “anonymous” profile on websites just like this one, but your desires got the better of you, and you just had to try.

Your profile was nondescript, your age, a vague physical description of yourself, and a link to a meticulously detailed account of your wildest fantasies. After weeks of back and forth, chatting with a few equally nondescript profiles, you found the one that you really clicked with, the stranger you decided you’d let sneak into your window and do whatever he wanted with you. After an std panel and the agreement of your safe word, you decided to fully commit, sending this complete stranger your address and logging off for the night.

Even though you knew this was a stupid idea, you weren’t a complete idiot, you had plans in case anything went south, including placing your handgun in your bedside table for easy access if you, god-forbid, had to use it. Placing yourself in a high-risk situation was the whole point, and you couldn’t wait to see how it turned out.

You spent the remainder of your afternoon preparing, doing every grooming ritual you’d usually do before a date, but this time felt somehow more important. You didn’t even know what this guy looked like, and yet, you wanted to be the picture of beauty for him. It was silly, but you always pictured yourself the prettiest you’d ever been when you daydreamed about being ravaged by a stranger. You wanted to be completely irresistible in every way, and you were doing everything in your power to accomplish that.

As the sun finally set, your excitement levels began to rise, anxiously awaiting the arrival of your masked suitor. You opened the bedroom window just above your fire escape, the cool night air drawing goosebumps over your exposed skin, only a thin lace slip and matching panties adorning your frame. You crawled into bed, double checking your bedside drawer before pulling your comforter over your body, eagerly drifting off to sleep.

—

Spencer had been keeping a secret, one that he did not want you to know about, until today. A few weeks ago he’d stayed late to finish up some paperwork for the last case you’d been on, when his pen ran out of ink just as he was about to sign off the last document. He walked to your empty desk, reaching across it to grab a pen from the cup next to your monitor, when his arm brushed against your mouse, causing your display to light up.

He knew he shouldn’t snoop, but curiosity got the best of him, scanning through the title of each tab open on your browser until a certain website caught his eye. He went against his better judgment and clicked the tab, his jaw dropping upon viewing your profile, and with it, the graphic description of your sexual proclivities. His brain immediately cemented that information in his mind’s eye, fit to torture him for days after the encounter.

He couldn’t stop picturing himself fulfilling all of those desires for you, having to excuse himself to the bathroom several times a day to take care of the bulge in his pants just from being around you. He eventually bit the bullet, creating his own profile on the website and messaging you as an “anonymous” suitor, beyond pleased when the two of you hit it off. He felt bad not telling you, but this was a means to an end that would surely leave you both satisfied, and the devious part of him won out this time.

He did everything you asked, getting tested so he could fuck you raw, he was apprehensive about the risks of a potential pregnancy even without the fear of std transmission, but the way you begged so beautifully in your messages for him to creampie you was more than enough to convince him. The moment he got your message with your address, he went out and purchased a mask to conceal his identity just like you asked, and anxiously waited for nightfall.

—

The graze of fabric against your skin gently woke you as your bedding was pulled down off of your body, your mind clouded from the deep sleep you’d been sunk in seconds before. You rolled onto your back, starting to lift your head until a large hand clamped over your mouth, forcing your head back down onto your pillow. Your eyes widened, darting around the room before settling on the masked figure on top of you. You tried to scream against his palm, but the sound simply reverberated back against you, muffled by his strong grip.

His free hand made quick work of cutting off your slip, the thin fabric splitting easily against the blade of the knife in his grasp. You struggled underneath him, weakly pushing at his strong shoulders, feigning defense as the heartbeat in your cunt grew stronger by the second. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening, the adrenaline coursing through your veins making you feel almost high.

“Don’t fight it.” He hushed, holding the knife flush against your neck. You slowed your movements, settling for shifting your legs against his. He removed his hand from your mouth, freeing it up to gather your hands to pin them above your head as well as give you an opportunity to use your safe-word if need be.

He trailed the knife down your body, your chest heaving with shaky breaths as the blade scratched a small cut between your breasts, warm droplets of blood forming in it’s wake. He followed the curve of your body, leaving shallow kitten scratches until he reached your hip, using the tip of the knife to carve a heart into your skin. The sting of each movement set every nerve ending in your body on fire, the wetness pooling between your thighs increasing by the second.

He pressed his thumb to the wound, smearing the blood down to the waistband of your panties, using the digit to pull the fabric before letting it snap back against your skin. You gasped, your labored breaths growing more desperate as he brought the blade to slice the fabric, exposing your embarrassingly wet cunt.

“Look at how wet you are, you love this, don’t you?” The condescension in his tone felt almost half-hearted, and the more of his voice you heard, the more familiar he started to sound, but you couldn’t quite place why. You looked down at him, watching his every move as you tried to place him.

He set the knife on the bed, using his now free hand to yank his pants down, his hard cock slapping against his thigh. Your eyes went wide at his size, looking just long and thick enough to have you a little worried about being able to take him raw, but the thought of being stretched to your limits sent another wave of arousal straight to your core and helped quell that fear ever so slightly.

“If you don’t want this, just say the word.” His words dripped from his lips like honey, sickly sweet, and in that moment you had never felt more sure of your desire for anything in your life.

—

Spencer wondered if the way he was feeling was akin to that of religious psychosis, so engulfed in your very being that he ought to worship at your altar for the rest of his life, fit to carry out any act you requested of him.

His brain kept your description of your fantasy scrolling in the back of his mind, catering to everything you had written to a T in hopes of making this a night you’d never forget. The only thing at the forefront of his thoughts, however, was the intoxicating sounds you made every time he gripped or marked your skin. Each note sought to pull his focus, threatening his plan as it tempted him to lose control all together. He couldn’t do that, his conscience too righteous in its goal to keep you as pleased as possible.

He took his time, marking you just the way you’d requested, his cock twitching with every whimper that flowed out of you until he finally reached your core, the lace of your underwear glistening under the moonlight cast through your open window from how wet you were. He wanted to sink fully into you without a care in the world, but he had to make sure this was absolutely what you wanted. He was, to your knowledge, a stranger after all, and the last thing he wanted was for you to be uncomfortable in any way.

—

You frantically shook your head in acknowledgment, spreading your legs wider for him, ready for this tall stranger to finally be inside of you. Your eagerness spurred him on, a surge of confidence washing over him as he let go of your wrists, his large hands gripping your hips and pulling you further down the bed. He lifted your legs so your knees rested atop his shoulders, his rough movements making you gasp.

He brought his cock to your core, running the shaft through your slick folds before slapping the head against your clit a few times, the repeated hits making your hips jolt ever so slightly. He hummed low in the back of his throat, lining up his tip with your entrance before thrusting forward, bottoming out inside of you in one fell swoop.

“You’re so tight.” He grunted, one hand holding an iron grip on your thigh to hold your leg up, the other digging fingerprints into your hip. You gasped once more at the intrusion, feeling more full than ever before as he set a steady but unrelenting pace. Your gasp turned to crying moans, brows furrowed in awe at the way his cock stretched you so deliciously, prominent veins rubbing against the contours of your sensitive walls.

Each snap of his hips had his balls slapping against your ass, the lude sound mixing with his grunts and the wet squelching where your bodies met in the most intimate way, the decibel level in the room reaching an all-time high.

You bit your lip, trying to quiet yourself to at least somewhat lower the noise and not disturb your sleeping neighbors, but the absence of your desperate moans was not lost on him. His pace slowed, his left hand firmly gripping your chin to force you to look at his masked face. His eyes met yours through the thin slit in the dark fabric.

You knew those eyes, those big, soft brown irises, so comforting, yet darker than you recognized, pupils far more blown than you’d ever seen before. You knew him, but there was no way. Your mind must have been playing tricks on you, because there was no way that Spencer Reid would do anything this perverse, let alone with you.

“Louder, slut.” He squeezed your cheeks, forcing your lower lip out from under your bite.

“I-I’m not a slut.” You mumbled, barely above a whisper.

“Only a slut would leave her bedroom window open, practically begging a stranger to come in and fuck her.” This was far too brazen to be Spencer, you thought, a level of blunt confidence you’d never in a million years expect from him.

“I-I didn’t mean to.” You stuttered over your words, raising your voice in an attempt to half heartedly defend your actions.

“Well then, you should really be more careful next time.” He laughed, releasing his grip on your face before playfully slapping your cheek and increasing the pace of his thrusts, his now free hand finding your clit. His calloused thumb drew broad strokes over and over and over against your sensitive bundle of nerves, a knot tightening in your stomach as you drew closer and closer to your release. You turned your head, trying to bury your face in the pillow as you writhed underneath him, your body frantically looking for relief.

“Oh don’t be shy doll, let me see how much you’re enjoying this.” His tone was almost sing-song, clearly enjoying this just as much as you were. He pressed his body down closer to yours, almost pinning your thighs against your stomach, the change in angle forcing a borderline scream from your lungs, crying out strangled ‘uh’s with every stroke. You looked him in the eye, desperate to know if this deity above you could possibly be your nerdy coworker, and every interaction you’d had with him flashed before your eyes.

Every fleeting glance he took at your chest or your ass, the way he lingered behind you in the field, feeling his presence even when you couldn’t see him. You couldn’t think of a time he wasn’t around a corner when you turned it, always near whenever you needed his help on a case. You always secretly hoped he'd make a move sooner or later, but you never thought it would be anything like this.

He was omnipotent, knowing exactly how to make you feel things you’d never felt before, pushing your body to levels of pleasure you never thought possible. You thought you might disappear, your brain short-circuiting as you tried to make sense of everything, finally understanding why the French refer to orgasms as the little death.

Your walls fluttered around him, the sounds leaving you reduced to pathetic whimpers as your vocal chords grew strained.

“That’s it, cum on my cock, angel.” He groaned, his thrusts growing increasingly desperate. The pet name surprised you, but if he saw you as an angel, how fitting considering how godlike he felt to you in that moment. You could tell he was close, and if your orgasm was what would get him to cum inside you, then so be it. Your eyes glazed over, your hands clawing at his back as you chanted ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ like a mantra, wave after wave of euphoria washing over every nerve in your body.

—

Spencer was a man possessed, his primal urges leaving his mind completely uninhibited, so lost in your body that he thought he might need divine intervention to ever leave you.

He didn’t quite understand where the sudden dominant urge coursing through his veins had come from, but he didn’t care to dwell too much on the thought, content to fuck you into the mattress until you screamed his name.

He knew that wouldn’t happen, but he secretly hoped you’d realize who he was, wishing for nothing more than for you to want him for him. His heart felt like it may burst at the thought, the desire to be wanted as he was ever-lingering inside of it, that being the very motivation behind his lingering tendencies from the start.

As your heat contracted around him, he felt an embrace like no other, hoping the myth of twin flames to be true. If this connection wasn’t proof of it, how could he rationally explain anything? He knew the scientific reasoning behind it, but it didn’t feel like enough, such a finite explanation for a feeling so sempiternal.

He wondered if you felt the same way too, so lost in his every desire that he let himself dive into the delusion, using the pet name he wished he could call you every day for eternity.

Your chants and cries as you came set him free, his hips stuttering as he finally filled your aching cunt to the brim with his seed. He hovered above you, catching his breath, watching your expression soften as you rode out your orgasm, practically glowing.

When he finally snapped out of his lust-fueled haze, he fully remembered his role, pulling out of you and quickly scrambling to stand, fixing his pants and underwear. You had agreed to his departure after, and as badly as he wanted to hold you until you drifted off to sleep, he respected your wishes more than his wants. He walked to the window, lifting his leg to climb out of it when you cleared your throat, drawing his attention. He turned, seeing you sit up, hazy smile on your face.

“Thank you.” You sighed, and he gave a nod of acknowledgement before slipping out of the window and into the night.

—

When you awoke, you had a couple minutes of doubt in which you thought the events of the night before had all been a dream, until you moved to get out of bed and winced at sting from the shallow marks adorning your body and the dull ache between your legs. You smiled to yourself, before looking at your phone and realizing what time it was. You were going to be late, and panic set in when you realized you’d have to go to work in the makeup you’d fallen asleep in last night.

You rushed out the door, checking your makeup in a compact mirror in your car, wiping a small bit of smudged mascara off of your brow bone before walking into work.

“Fun night?” Derek quipped as you walked through the doors, always the first to poke fun at your perceived escapades.

“You could say that.” You laughed, setting your handbag on your desk before joining the team to walk to the conference room.

“What happened?” Penelope asked, almost panicked, taking your arm in her hand and pointing to the only visible cut on your body.

“Oh that’s nothing, I just scraped my arm on my car door.” You reassured, smiling at her. As much as you loved your best friend, she didn’t need to know the truth of your little white lie.

“You should really be more careful next time.” Spencer’s voice came from behind you, his hand gently resting on your hip before squeezing right where the heart shaped cut from the night before was inlaid in your skin. His words reverberated in the space between your ears as your brain processed what he’d just said.

Realization hit you like a semi truck, your lips parting in shock. Your suspicions had been correct, and you almost wanted to turn around and kiss then interrogate him right there. You couldn’t do that though, having a full work day in front of both of you.

Now you just had to figure out a time and place to broach the subject with him without completely humiliating yourself.

——

part 2 can be found here

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[thatbitchery]

See how I waited Until I (almost, days away) turned 25 to get a man? Very mature. Very developed frontal lobe. See how I made him wait for one and half years while keeping my options open and going out with other potentials instead of locking in on the first person to give me and capture my attention? Very only the best. See how I'm dating my type and not just some man? Very I'm my own priority. See how I'm dating a 6'1 absolute unit of a man with great facial harmony, fit and a clean 10/10 instead of running with Donald Trump just because? Very #womeninmalefields of me. Very Feminist of me. Very I care about my (potential) children and don't want them bullied. See how I'm actually dating someone I consider better than me, not just by financial resources but by everything that matters to me? Very Hypergamous. Very natural. See how I'm seeing a self made orphaned Millionaire and not some Old Money idiot with a controlling mom and some random dumb rules and legacy to keep? Very future Oriented. See how I first made my bag and while not as big as his in comparison but big enough that his bag is NOT the main focus of my selection process? So Yes i took it into consideration but I didn't rely on it? Very Independent of me. Very modern woman. See how I'm dating someone almost twice my age that has already done the drugs and Victoria Secret models and marriage and kids thing and is tired of all that and just wants peace now instead of a 30 year old Andrew Tate fanboy that wants to prove he's the MAN by snorting cocaine off some rando's ass and being disrespectful? Very Mindful. Very Smart. Very brainy. See how I didn't have to dark feminine Shera7 manipulate some man into liking me treat dating like some big deal change myself to be something some man would want like he's the prize or some dumb isht? See how I'm primarily in my masculine and still got a man that managed to pass through my rabid radical feminist misandrist ideologies and be someone I like? Very me centered. Very This Is My Life And You're Just In It of me. See how I dragged him to an STD test and blood check before even mushing lips? Very I care about myself of me. See how I let him know what I want all the way from Day one instead of trying to get by? See how I don't center anything around him, not even the dating life that literally involves him? See how I'm dating a man I actually like and respect and care for? See how I'm dating a man that has proven he wants me in all the ways that matter to me? Very Classy. Very Thatbitch. Very That Girl of me.

[dark-frosted-heart]

Crown’s Medical Records

You can find Liam’s by @/archiveikemen here

For the sake of length of this post because I decided to put them all in one, I’ll be skipping their sex, height, and curse. And as usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this.

William Rex

- Medical history: Nothing in particular. Needs to be mindful of getting heatstroke.

- Patient’s complaints: Nothing in particular

- Remarks: A man who is always in a good mood and has many unknowns. A repository of information that can be inquired endlessly. Overindulges on strawberries.

Harrison

- Medical history: Nothing in particular. *Tends to consume an excessive amount of sugar (Blood has been tested, no current issues)

- Patient’s complaints: Eyestrain from work

- Remarks: Once made him abstain from sugar. Would not speak to me for a week. Scary when irritated.

Elbert

- Medical history: Anorexia (loss of appetite, not anorexia nervosa)

- Patient’s complaints: Nothing in particular

- Remarks: Hates doctors; I’m the only exception. Seems to be low on energy//have low vitality. Not the type to die so easily. Eat more.

Alfons

- Medical history: Multiple ailments from childhood malnutrition (completely recovered). History of binge eating (no current problems). Tested negative for all STDs *has a strong immune system.

- Patient’s complaints: Nothing in particular

- Remarks: Always erratic but in exceedingly good health with a stomach as tough as a monster’s. Try to be friendlier toward an old friend.

Roger

- Medical history: Myopia. Presence of anti-drug antibodies.

- Patient’s complaints: Muscle pain after working out.

- Remarks: Tends to drink too much, but beer is life. Give me a fluffy dog when I’m tired. P.S. The cutest lover in the world is my weakness.

Jude

- Medical history: Childhood malnutrition. Multiple injuries. Smoking addict. Asthma: Flares up when seasons change

- Patient’s complaints: None in particular

- Remarks: Bronchial issues. Personality issues. A promise to save him when he’s dying (in exchange for huge medical fees)

Ellis

- Medical history: Minor trauma

- Patient’s complaints: None in particular

- Remarks: Always running around the garden with Ale, healthy all around. I hope you continue to eat, play, and grow.

Victor

- Medical history:

- Patient’s complaints:

- Remarks: No medical records due to person in question frequently escaping. Will catch one day and examine thoroughly.

[gloamses]

it’s actually really bad how uneducated & miseducated people are about this so

You can get tested for herpes simplex (hsv) by: 1) having a skin lesion that you get swabbed, or 2) a blood test

false negatives for blood tests are very common

asymptomatic herpes is extremely common (it is estimated that between 50-90% of the population may have hsv1 and most people do not know they have it)

people can go years between contracting hsv and getting their first outbreak. symptoms can develop at any time. plenty of people never develop symptoms at all. it is also possible to mistake an hsv flareup for pimples, a rash, ingrowns, or any number of other minor skin afflictions.

in the US, the cdc *does not recommend* routine testing for hsv. standard batteries of std testing do not test for hsv. again, they may swab a lesion if you’ve got one, but they will almost never administer blood tests because the blood tests are unreliable. therefore, even if you get tested regularly and ask to be tested “for everything”, *if you have never had a lesion that you got swabbed, it is highly unlikely that you have ever gotten tested for hsv*. SOME places will test for it if you specifically ask/if you’ve had a known exposure, but not all.

and if you were asymptomatic and did get blood tested, you may have had a false negative anyway.

the moral is not to panic that you might have herpes after all, but that correct info is good, + stigma is stupid when it’s fairly likely that a solid half of your acquaintances have hsv (and it impacts most people’s lives either not at all or less severely than cystic acne).

info

[papertowness]

every house episode i’ve watched ( so far )

person doing something ( usually ) mundane ( only sometimes exciting and / or questionable ) : * collapses *

* banger theme song *

cuddy : house 😡😡 do your clinic hours 😡😡😡 also take this case

house : people suck also you have big yonkers

cuddy : 😏 just do your job

house : did you get laid

wilson : none of your business

house : sex joke

wilson : haha

—

house : tell me what this person has

foreman : there is something wrong with their brain

cameron : no theres not it’s not possible because of the blood

chase : it’s shartheadphoriasis

house : you are fucking stupid . foreman you are Black . cameron get a life . also do these eight billion tests . it is nobitchalitis

foreman chase and cameron :

house : why are you still here

—

foreman : house is wrong

cameron : hes in pain 🥺🥺🥺🥺

chase : oh my god house is right

—

house : wilson i’m going to do this

wilson : wow so maybe don’t

house : i do what i want and also you’re annoying

—

patient : * is better *

chase : how are you feeling

patient : better

patient : i can’t breathe

patient : * almost dies *

foreman and cameron : * shock them *

patient : * comes back *

—

patient ( in clinic ) : my stomach hurts

house : your wife is cheating on you , you have an std and also you suck . smoke a pack and call it a day

—

chase : it’s not nobitchalitis

wilson : it’s not cancer

foreman : i told you you were wrong house

house : fine . foreman and chase go break into their house . cameron go sing a lullaby or something

cameron : >:(

—

chase : we found mouse shit at the house

house : it’s loserfaceia

cameron : its not loserfaceia

house : shut up and run the tests

—

wilson : you have no social life

house : and you do ?

wilson : i’m your only friend and you’re crazy and i don’t even like you

house : you’re a loser

—

foreman : you’re right is loserfaceia

house : we have to treat it

—

cuddy : house you are not giving your patient a new organ 😡😡😡😡 apologize to your clinic patient

house : no and i do what i want

—

patient : * doesn’t want the transplant *

foreman : they don’t want the transplant

house : they have to have it

chase : what do we do

house : we have to convince them

cameron : we can’t

—

house : you have to take this or you die

patient : i’m going to say something really relevant to the way you are

house : let me save you

—

house : we’re doing it

cameron : you got them to agree ?

house : sort of

—

* transplant *

—

* end of episode montage *

—

* house being sad *

—

fade out