A/N: I know this chapter is short, I couldn't figure out a way to go with it, so I went in a different route than I had intended in the beginning, so I'll try and get back to where I was…. Till then


Chapter 8

He had slept through it all. Neil was over his bed again, the solemn look still on his face. House felt a bit uncomfortable with Neil hanging over him like that. Wilson and Lena were at the foot of the bed, Lena looking up at him with some kind of expectation. Neil was unhooking all the monitors from him. House sat up, and finished unhooking them. He wanted to go and sit in his office for a while.

So he did. Wilson and Lena followed him like obedient dogs, and as he was expecting his team was waiting on him in there. For some reason, being around people at the moment was comforting, even if Cameron was giving him that annoying lustful look. He belonged to Lisa. Not Cameron. She was the first to speak

"Are you okay, House?" she asked. He ignored her question, and jumped to what he wanted to know.

"Do we have a case?" he asked, getting surprised looks from his colleagues. "Did I stutter?"

"No…I…it's just.." Cameron babbled.

"You just what?" House pressed.

"YOU want to know if we have a case?"

"Once again, did I stutter?" Wilson came into the conversation.

"Are you sure you want to get back to work this early, House?" House rolled his eyes.

"I need something to get my mind off of things," he said, "So, once again, do we have a case or not?"

"No." Foreman said.

"Find one." House commanded. They sighed, and left the room, leaving House with just Wilson and Lena once again. Lena walked across the room and sat in House's lap. She had her head buried in his chest, and was soon lulled to sleep by his heartbeat. Wilson looked at House.

"You sure you're okay, House?"

"As I will be." House replied. Wilson gave him a look that said they needed to talk.

"You need to talk to someone about this, House." Wilson tried to reason.

"I don't NEED to, Wilson," House said, "You just want me to, because you think I'm too damaged to deal with it." Wilson sighed.

"No, you need to talk to someone, because it's not good to keep all this to yourself." Wilson explained.

"Yeah, and like getting all my thoughts picked at is the best way to let it out, I think I'll pass."

"You could talk to someone House, you know your team is here, and me."

"Yes, that would make Cameron happy wouldn't it, she's always trying to get me to talk about my feelings." Sarcasm dripped from every word. Wilson finally decided that it was pointless; House wasn't going to talk, not until he felt like it, and that might not be for a while. Until something happened.

A few moments later, House's team burst into the door, a file in their hands.

"Got something?" House asked expectantly.

"Yeah," Foreman said, hurriedly. " 15 year old female, presents with sudden fever and anorexia."

House made his way over to the white board, and scrabbled the symptoms on the board. It wasn't a particularly interesting case, but it would get his mind off of things.

"Differential people."