He opens his laptop for the tenth time that day and checks his email. Again no email. It's been more than a day. I shouldn't have written that email he thought. I knew I was gonna screw up the only chance of having a normal life. He closes his laptop takes his cane and walks to his bottle of vicodin. He takes too many, as always. Then someone knocks on the door. He yells "nobody's home" but then opens the door anyway. Of course It's Wilson. Who else could it be? Wilson starts talking to him in his normal concerning and criticizing way. Then he stops talking because he knows that there's no point in trying to make him a better person. But he wants to try it anyway. "Why aren't you at work?" Wilson asks. "Thirteen, Taub and even Foreman is concerned about you. They're afraid you're having a relapse." "I am not having a relapse." he answers. "I just took a day off, what's wrong with that? Isn't that something that normal people do?" "Well you're not a normal person House." "I'll go to work tomorrow, just go away." "Why? Please don't tell me you have a hooker in your bedroom." "Well that's none of your business, go away Wilson" "You are an arrogant ass you know that right?" The door closes. "Haha hooker he thought, i wish"
When he wakes up the next morning the first thing he does is checking his email. But unfortunately no new email. He closes his laptop with anger and then leaves for work. The day goes as it always goes. He comes in, Cuddy rushes to him, says that he has to do his clinic hours. He says something then goes to his office where the three musketeers are waiting for him with a new case. Today it was a boring one. They cured the patient within a few hours so they could leave work early. Well not really 'they', because House left them with the work of filing the report as usual.
When he comes home he doesn't have any hope that he has a new email so he doesn't open his laptop. Instead he turns on his tv and takes a couple vicodins. Eventually he reponds to his curiosity and opens his laptop. He sees a new email. He's afraid to open it. But does it anyway and reads the words "I would love to meet you" Thank god! He thinks. Maybe I do have a chance of having a normal life. He writes inmediately an email back with the time, date and place and excitedly goes to sleep.
It's the night before the date, he can't sleep. He keeps finding reasons not to go. He takes a couple of vicodins and tries to sleep.
Suddenly It's morning, the date is only a few hours away. They're meeting for lunch. He puts on something nice and waits. When It's time he takes the bus to the restaurant. He gets out a block before it and walks the rest. He stops when he sees the restaurant. A lot of things go through his mind. Eventually he realizes, 'I don't deserve a woman like her, I don't deserve having a normal life.' He turns around and walks home.