He set her on the couch and removed her shoes, before moving to set one of his own small buckets by the head of the sofa.
"House?" She pleaded as she felt him moving away.
"I'm just going to go grab you something to sleep in." He reassured. She nodded and turned her head into the cold leather. She took in the smell of his apartment, and smiled at the reassuring mix of the weird soap he bought, and leather. It was comforting to be surrounded by the very things that put her at ease. He shuffled around in his room before grabbing a pair of cotton sleep pants and an old T-shirt. She turned to face him, and he took in her appearance.
"Thanks" She murmured.
"You can take a shower if you want…" He started, nervous on where he was supposed to go next. He just stood awkwardly, holding the sleep clothes.
"Yeah" And she got up, and made her way to the bathroom. "House" She called after a while of standing half naked in the bathroom shivering.
"Yeah?" He called from the living room after pulling a blanket and pillow from the linen cupboard.
"I can't work the shower." She mumbled, obviously frustrated. He walked in and noticed how upset she was.
"It's okay, I got it." He whispered, and turned the lights down in the bathroom. He opted to run a bath instead, as it would be easier to maneuver her in and out of if need be. "I'm just going to leave the towel and clothes here on the counter." He didn't want her to be uncomfortable. In fact, he needed her to feel like she could come to him. Everyone else was out of the question.
"Stay" She replied as she breathed out. He sat down with his back against the tub to give her what little privacy he could and rolled his shirt sleeve up to his elbow. Slowly, he set he arm over the edge of the tub, and only relaxed when her fingers found his. She sat in the tub for a long time, probably longer than what was comfortable for his shoulder, but she took solace in his skin on hers. He eventually turned and got sight of her flushed face. A huge part of him wanted to take her pain away, but he knew all he could do was wait it out. She got out of the tub after what seemed like an eternity and changed into his far to large pajamas. She whimpered as the pain of bending over to pull the pants up hit her, and he immediately stepped in. Gently, in an effort to not agitate her oversensitive skin, he pulled the pants up the length of her legs, and to her hips. She managed to get back to the couch on her own, and he was grateful for that. His leg was screaming at him for carrying her just an hour earlier.
"How do you feel?" He asked, his voice now at a normal volume.
"Less cold" She replied, and he sat on the couch next to her. His hand snuck its way up to her forehead and he let it sit there as she leaned in to his touch.
"Yeah, well, you're still fevered." He replied gruffly. "Tired?" She merely nodded in return. He reached to the side of the sofa and grabbed the linens he set down earlier. She stretched out on the sofa, and he covered her body in the thick wool of the blanket. He could see in her eyes that she needed physical contact. It wasn't in him to give it all the time. He could barely bring himself to pat Chase on the back the other day, but this was easy. This was her. So he moved to the end of the sofa and put her legs over his lap, propping his own up on the coffee table. She snuggled deeper into the blanket's warmth and allowed herself to succumb to sleep.