The last two episodes of season 4 of House are two of the most brilliant, poignant and heart-wrenching hours of television I have ever seen.
I caught onto the House craze late, but have caught up to season five thanks to the magical help of Netflix. I can’t imagine the show getting any better than those two episodes, and I don’t really want to continue because I know that things are going to be weird. Weird for House and Wilson, weird for Thirteen, and weird for everyone else.
And it’s sad, too, because I hated Amber the first few episodes of the season, and when she died at the end I almost shed a tear. She was a fantastic character.