TWO WEEKS LATER.

Fourteen more days had passed him by. The second half of his stay had been much more eventful than the first half, well just about as eventful as a stay at a mental institution could be. Much of the excitement was due to his new found TV privileges, and his roommate. Malcolm was a 34 year old gentleman who had suffered a nervous breakdown due to his career on Wall Street. He was also a close talker and moaned in his sleep. The latter was all that really mattered to House. It was just like what his therapist had told him, he only focused on the negative aspects of the people around him. He replied politely by informing her that her saggy breasts were too distracting to continue their session. So overall, things were going as expected.

Most nights House just sat in the TV room catching up on the episodes of General Hospital that he had missed during while in solitary confinement, an affectionate term he used to refer to the first two weeks of his stay. By this time most of the other patients had been sedated and were enjoying a nice drug induced sleep at. In the beginning he had taken the pills in hopes that they would take him on some kind of trip, instead they just made him sleep for an obscene amount of time. For years he had watched patients of his own cheek their medication, and was quite familiar with the practice. He was able to fool even the most seasoned of orderlies. Upon returning to his room, he carefully snuck the pills to a secret hiding spot. The toilet. There was always a way to cheat. Everybody lies.

"Do you ever wonder why no one has come to visit you yet?" Malcolm asked one day as he reclined in his chair by the window. Now that the rain had subsided, it was where he spent most of his free time. So on average, eight hours a day.

"Ever wonder why you couldn't handle a 'big boy' job out in the 'grown up world'? You really stuck it to the man getting yourself thrown in this place." House replied as he slipped into a clean t-shirt. He knew his words were harsh, but Malcolm had delivered the first blow.

"…And by that I mean, it's only been 30 days. I wasn't even allowed visitors until two days ago." He grabbed his cane and exited the room, unsure whether he should even believe his reasoning.

It was two o'clock and General Hospital was calling his name. He has finally caught up and could watch the show in real time. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed a distraction. He tried not to think too far into it, but it did bother him that no one had come to see him. It wasn't like he had expected a line of people to be waiting to see him, but he had though at least Wilson would have come by.

Time flew by while he watched television. It had always simply been background noise to him, but lately he had been paying a little more attention. Believe it or not, the people on TV were far more interesting then those he interacted with on a daily basis.

"You're late." A voice from behind interrupted his train of thought. It was a voice he had become all too familiar with.

"I've decided I no longer believe in the concept of time." He replied, his eyes never leaving the television screen.

"…I'm crazy, so I can do that kind of thing. Remember?" He was still facing the TV as he instigated. His therapist was not amused. He and Holly had gotten off to a bad start, but she wasn't ready to quit yet. He really hated her resilience.

"Greg, I'm still interested to hear your thoughts on these hallucinations. You've explained to me why you think Amber and Kutner appeared to you, but you've never once even acknowledged the hallucination that involved your boss." Holly paused for a moment, trying to see if there was any change in his facial expression. She just wanted to se some kind of emotional reaction.

"This was not just another hallucination. It lasted for almost twelve hours and was so strong that you were unable to distinguish fact from fiction. There is obviously a significance attached." She watched as he closed his eyes for a brief moment. He was remembering the hallucination, he could still recall the vivid details his imagination had created.

"Well, if you had seen her ass you would definitely understand…" He paused, finally looking up from the ground. His ice blue eyes returned her gaze.

"…I am a man. Men often fantasize about women, it's actually very common. I am sure you are not accustomed to that kind of attention from men. All I did was have a sexual fantasy about Cuddy. It's happened before and I'm sure that one day it will happen again. There we go, problem solved. Can I check out now?" House was clearly agitated. He had not touched on the subject since his arrival, although he had asked himself the same question time and time again.

"Go finish your soap opera, we're done for the day." She fussed with some papers on her desk, pretending to be busy so that she would not have to make eye contact. His words had hurt her, but she could not let him see that.

Out of habit, House grabbed his cane from where it stood leaning against the wall. He barely needed it, but it was always good to carry something around that could double as a weapon.

Lost in his thoughts, he walked back to his room. He was happy to find it empty upon his return. Malcolm was at anger management group. Stretching his arms to the ceiling, House let out a loud yawn. Whether he liked to admit it or not, therapy was always quite draining. It was hard work keeping someone as warm and nurturing as Holly at a distance. She tried so hard to help him, no matter what terrible things he said to her. He let out a long sigh as he recalled his latest insults.

As he went to pull back the sheets of his bed, he noticed there was a piece of paper on his pillow. He began folding it into a paper airplane after reading the hospital letterhead at the top of the page. Right as he was about to shoot the plane over to the garbage, something in the letter caught his attention. He quickly unfolded the letter and scanned through the contents.

Mr. House,

Tomorrow at 6:00pm you will be allowed one hour with a visitor. This visit has been requested by James Wilson. If you choose to deny this request, please contact…

He didn't bother to read the rest, and just crumpled up the piece of paper. He shot it into the garbage in one try. It was the second coolest thing that had happened to him all day.

Next chapter will start bringing in other characters from the show…finally.