No sooner had the ambulance got to the bay that House had the car parked and was in the ER looking for Cuddy. He passed the guy who had almost killed them all, and only stopped to sneer. All that was wrong with him was a broken leg. House thought he deserved worse, considering he was drunk out of his mind. Cameron greeted him by the front desk.

"Hey. Sorry about dinner. Looking for Cuddy?" she asked sweetly. Why did it always seem like everyone in this godforsaken hospital was out to get him? He sighed heavily.

"Yeah, Cameron. As a matter of fact, I am," Cameron waved over a nurse and she looked it up in the computer. The nurse stared at him blankly, obviously still upset over the outburst. Apparently, her kids were visiting her at work, trying to gather data for working in a positive environment.

"Oh, she's upstairs waiting for an MRI in a private room. Going upstairs?"

"Yep, and sorry to hear about the permanent damage to your children's supposedly virgin ears. They're in high school, so it's nothing they haven't heard from their little friends," House said before walking away. The nurse glared at him, but shouted she forgave him as he stepped into the elevator. Once inside, House let out a breath. Why did he always have to end up back here? Coming back to the hospital when he didn't want to be there was bittersweet. He paused as the elevator came to the second floor, and then got off. First he stopped at his office to check the status of Elisabeth, who was still stable. Then he tried to continue on to Cuddy's room.

"Hey! It must not have gone too well if you're back already!" Wilson's voice came from the next room. He looked a little disheveled, surrounded by files, and was looking directly at House.

"It was fine, until some drunken asshole ran into the car behind us. Then of course we stopped to help and Cuddy ends up with head trauma. What's new in my life?" House sighed.

"Um, you're still drug free. Hey, if that isn't reason enough to keep on going, I really don't know what is. But seriously, what happened to her?"

"She almost died in a gas explosion saving a baby. Typical Cuddy behavior," House grumbled. He walked up and grabbed a file. They were all from while house was gone. Why would Wilson have those?

"Are you making me a scrapbook of what I missed or something?"

"No," Wilson replied. "Cuddy put me on this snipe assignment of figuring out how much money we lost by having to transfer these patients. So I guess you were more missed than you thought," Wilson clapped his hands together loudly. "It's nine thirty, I'm going home. Bye house."

"Bye, I guess," House watched him walk out. He quickly tried to hurry on, but ran into Foreman in the hallway.

"Hey man! Date not go well?" Foreman inquired.

"It was fine. Came to some conclusions, solved some problems, saved a baby, and almost got blown up by a gas/car bomb. Now I have to go visit her before her MRI so if you'd excuse me," House said, and tried to push past Foreman. He stopped house, though and held out Elisabeth's chart.

"What do we do? I can't think of anything else right now."

"Test for everything you have a lead on and get back to me. I'll be down the hall," Foreman nodded at House and stalked down the hallway. House let out another heavy sigh and continued to walk. This time he actually made it to the door.

Upon arriving, he noticed a nurse was standing outside. She looked a little angry and House absentmindedly thought maybe she'd been asked to pick up a shift or something. He walked up to her and tried to open the door, only to be barred by said crabby nurse.

"Excuse me, why can't I enter here?"

"Miss Cuddy is putting on her hospital gown."

"So, why can I not go in?" House said absentmindedly.

Just then, before crabby nurse could answer, the door opened, and the two nurses walked away. House decided he would sit outside for a moment, but his plan was foiled.

"I heard you, House I know you're out there!" she bellowed. House knew she would only keep hurting the massive headache by yelling at him, so he went inside.