Chapter Four: Of Roommates and Visitors
a month later, house's apartment
"Cuddy decieded you'd be more comfortable in your apartment," Wilson explained for what felt like the hundredth time that day--which it probably was.
She just wanted me to stop pestering the nurses, retorted House. Wilson rolled his eyes at House, who wassitting on his lumpy couch with his leg propped up on a pillow.
"Whatever the reason, I'm moving back in with you."
House grunted in digust.
"Cameron offered to take care of you until you had fully recovered from your accident. I could still cal her," Wilson offered.
You wouldn't dare, House signed.
"Try me," Wilson challenged.
House found his motor skills were less than satisfactory for dining on his own, much less for anything at all.
Wilson ended up having to spoonfeed House, much to the latter's sorrow.
"House, stop acting so childish. I'm not going to tell anyone at the hospital about having to spoonfeed you," Wilson growled, frustrated by House's lack of cooperation. But eventually House was forced to surrender to Wilson's demands.
the next morning, about 5:30
House woke to the sound of Wilson's evil hairdryer.
"I'm trying to sleep!" House tried to say, but only a loud groan could be heard.
Wilson stopped drying his hair and ran to House's room, worried that House had hurt himself or something.
Why do you have to blow-dry your hair? demanded House.
Wilson rolled his eyes and replied, "Because, unlike you, I prefer to look much more presentable. Is that all?"
House nodded.
"You can try and catch a couple more minutes of sleep while I make breakfast then," Wilson continued.
Macademia nut pancakes, signed House.
"I'll wake you when they're ready," Wilson said. "Now get back to sleep."
Yes, Mother, signed House as Wilson left the room.
"Need me to sing you a lullaby?" Wilson shouted from the hallway in reply.
A grunt to the negative was all Wilson got in answer.
same day, about 9:22 A.M.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"It's unlocked!" Wilson called.
Cuddy opened the door and came in.
House grunted a greeting from where he sat on the couch.
"What happened to signing?" demanded Cuddy, a little bit miffed that House had actually grunted at her.
"He's bored," Wilson explained.
"I have a couple board games at home. I could go get them and the three of us could play them," Cuddy offered.
Wilson glanced at House for his opinion. House nodded, intrigued as to what Cuddy would bring.
"I have Battleship, Risk, Sorry, Monopoly, Candyland, Clue, Chess, Chinese Checkers, Life, Scrabble, Cat-opoly, Dog-opoly, and Trouble," said Cuddy as she emptied a canvas tote bag that proudly stated in blue letters: "I surived med school and all I got was a diploma."
Trouble first House signed with his usual smirk.
Cuddy set the board up on the coffee table so House could play in comfort.
It didn't take long for House to win. Cuddy accused him of cheating. But Wilson rose to House's defense, pointing out that House had never been alone with the board game.
It's almost that time of the month, House informed Wilson.
"What did he just say?" Cuddy demanded.
"You really don't want to know."
After a couple hours of playing board games, they took a break for lunch. Wilson had prepared finger food, so House was able to feed himself, much to his relief.
Then Wilson helped House get to his room for a much-needed nap, as House had had only three hours of sleep the previous night.
Then Cuddy and Wilson talked about House for a bit.
"How is he?"
"He asked me if I could loan him a copy of the Torah last night shortly before midnight," replied Wilson, wishing he could sleep on House's bed with him instead of talking with Cuddy (he'd gotten even less sleep than House had).
"You think he's found religion?" Cuddy asked.
"Doubt it."
"His patient died last night."
"He'll want to do the autopsy himself."
"You think he's capable?"
"By tomorrow morning he probably will be."
"I'll inform Dr. Genny."
