Chapter Four

" So anything fun happen I should know about?"

"No, not really" Wilson replied half heartedly as his mind woundered to the other side of the room clearly concentrating on something else.

"Soo…. No re runs of Chase and Camerons meth expeditions?, no more chating up Debbie from accounting?…."

"….Don't you find it weird?"

"what?" House asked.

" Cuddy spending so much time with you, its not like your critically ill."

" well thanks for caring" House put on his sad puppy dog eyes and used a tone of voice so very deep in sarcasm.

House's mind ticked over. Did he want to know why she was there or just ignore it as another one of her over guilty……guilt rips?!?!

"she……been staying here a lot?" house knew the answer anyways and asked it in a strange disconnected way so as Wilson didn't think that he was really interested.

" yeah never really left. The paper work on her desk is a foot tall, shes gonna be pissed."

" Oh, right" came house's shrill reply. He still had not worked out why cuddy spent so much time by his bedside but soon left his mind to wonder.

" I'll see you later then, some of us still have paper work to do, and miserable wives to attend to." Wilson said as he left the room and marched on down the corridor. Left alone a wave of pain hit his body, so he upped the morphine hanging next to his bed and laid his head back into the crunching bed sheets. His mind began to wonder as he stared through the slats in the blinds, and allowed his mind to wonder back to the clouded issues of Cuddy.

"I'm going home!!"

"No your not, how can you get around with a broken wrist and your cane!"

"Im. Going. Home."

"No your NOT" bullied Cuddy as she pushed him back onto the creaky hospital bed, as hard as she could and pinning him by his shoulders there, her chest practically in his face.

" OHH, foreplay you're the dominatrix and im the victim!"

" Your in no condition to talk about foreplay" Cuddy had finally won!

" Okay ill just stay here" House had given in way too easily. And cuddy knew it, little did she know that house was quite happily getting a front seat ticket to watch the fun bag twins in his face.

The beeping of her pager made her jump back and take a long sigh as she read the message.

" Look ill have to go, Don't dare to move ill be back in a bit. Move and you'll do clinic hours until the day you die and then ill have your body buried there." and with that she left the room, as fast as her red pointed shoes could carry her.

'stupid' house thought as he clambered out of bed and got dressed, finally out of those horrible hospital gowns. He called a cab from the room, hoping cuddy would pay the bill. And with that he poked his head out of the glass sliding door, closed all the blinds and made his way to the elevator as fast as possible, with a broken wrist strapped to his body and a cane in the spare hand, which wasn't getting him there at any great speed.

The doors pinged open and in he sauntered, popping a vicodin as the doors slowly closed.