Wilson was banging on House's door the next day nonstop screaming his name until House opened it. "You cut and stitched your own leg?" House rolled his eyes at him knowing Cuddy told him and closed the door when Wilson walked in.

"How did you even?-What did you even USE? What do you SLEEPWALK now?" Wilson was pacing House's living room his eyes wide, full of questions. "Why didn't you TELL me?" He stopped pacing and looked at House who was now slouched down on his couch.

"I had a knife next to my bed. I used it earlier that day to cut a tag off of a pillow I got. Must have grabbed it in my sleep. And I didn't TELL you because I knew you'd act like THIS."

Wilson let out a sigh and mirrored his slouch, sitting on House's left, and turned his head to face him. "So have you thought anymore about coming back to work?"

"Why is everybody asking me that?" House asked annoyed.

"Who's everybody?"

"My shrink, Cuddy, and you."

Wilson looked in front of him, away from House. "Yeah, that sounds like everybody."

House scowled at his sarcastic tone. "You know what I mean."

"Well, have you?"

"Why are you asking? So you can babysit me? Make sure I don't do anything stupid to injure myself?"

Wilson looked back at him. "Yeah. It's either me or Cuddy looking in on you. And she tells me that you still don't talk to her unless there's no going around it. That tells ME that she CAN'T look after you even if she wanted to which she DOES. So, that leaves me. I can't watch you when I'm at work and you AREN'T." Wilson watched as House was shifting his eyes around the wall in front of them and then looked at him. Wilson raised his eyebrows, waiting for him to say something.

"If I'm avoiding Cuddy, then why would I go back to the place where she is everyday?"

Wilson's hopeful expression, thinking he convinced House to come back, went away. "I don't know," he said softly. "I DO know that I am there, and I'm sick of worrying about you." He got up off the couch and turned to face the door but looked back at House before walking to it. "So if you care AT ALL about me, then at least consider it."

Wilson turned his head and walked out of House's apartment, leaving him with his thoughts.

He sat there replaying the conversation he just had with Wilson in his head a couple times and got up. He looked at his wristwatch that told him it was 1:30 in the afternoon. He grabbed his keys and jacket and headed out the door, ten minutes behind Wilson and went to the hospital.

"Does it still have my name on the door to my office?" House asked when he swung the door open to Cuddy's office catching her off guard.

"Yes," she said more as a question then an answer as she watched him sit down on the chair next to the couch and had his right hand resting on the top of his cane that he kept upright next to him.

"Good. Then I'm coming back."

"Okay," she said slowly.

"Is this conversation confusing you?" He asked picking up on her different tones.

"No," she snapped out of it. "When?"

"I'm thinking..." he looked at his cane as his hand was rocking it left to right like a pendulum. "The day after tomorrow." He looked at her, still moving his cane.

"Alright."

He inhaled deeply like he was getting ready to give a long winded speech, "good." He leaned on his cane to stand up and walked out of Cuddy's office, closing the door behind him leaving Cuddy at her desk speechless...