Anyway, until last week, their relationship had been fueled by forthrightness—each knowing where the other stands. There had been there a mutual trust—and friendship. But then House has to go and conceal Dominka’s immigrant status.
The man who understands everything about everyone (but himself) cannot imagine that Dominika might stay with him knowing that she was finally free to go. So he pathetically lies about her immigration status. Not wanting her to leave (ah, shades of the Wilson-lives-with-House story arc of season two!), House had torn up her notice at the end of last week’s episode. And this week, of course, she finds out. And leaves. Frankly, I don’t blame her for leaving House in the dust.
Speaking of Dominika’s status, I thought House’s Ukrainian friend has been going for a Green Card, and that House has been helping her maintain a legal status in the U.S. All of a sudden this week, she’s a citizen? Huh? Very, very sloppy writing, not to mention the lack of continuity. Unless I’m missing something.
But as I said at the top of this commentary, all of this is overshadowed by the dire news that Wilson has a Stage 2 Thymoma. The revelation is a stunning blow to House, especially on the heels of Dominkia’s hasty, tearful departure, just as the two had begun to connect.
Wilson has cancer. As sad as this news is (note to self: remember, these are fictional characters!), it provides a huge, emotional dramatic landscape with which the series writers can paint the final scenes of this great television series.
The news hits House the way we would hope it would—he is speechless, and the look on his face could not have been more stunned. He looks like he’d been punched in the gut once he realizes that Wilson is telling him the truth; that this is no elaborate game Wilson is playing.
More than anything, Wilson’s illness offers House a second chance of sorts; the chance to demonstrate to himself (most of all) that not all love is conditional. And for once the unconditional nature of love must be proven by House—not by Wilson, not by Cuddy, not by Stacy. Wilson has no one else to turn to, and although House has tried before to be there when he’s been needed for support, it’s always been a terrible struggle for him. But House has no choice; he must be there for Wilson, as monumentally difficult for him as it will be. He can't run; he can't hide. He can't drown himself in a bottle of Maker's Mark-dipped Vicodin and watch from the sidelines.