"I kept the cat because I used to hide my drug stash in there." House sat with his face smashed up against the passenger side window.

"What are you talking about?" Cuddy didn't take her eyes off of the road. "What cat?"

"Don't play dumb with me." House grumbled. "You went and got the stuffed cat back from Stacy. I only kept the stupid thing because I used to keep my drug stash in there. Sorry to burst your bubble."

"Well if the cat contains illegal substances I guess I am going to have to confiscate it. Can't have drugs on hospital property."

"Stacy probably used up whatever was left years ago. I think she may have a drug problem." House's voice took on a mock seriousness.

"Yeah, she's the one with problems. You're perfectly normal." Cuddy rolled her eyes. "That is why you have a toy cat stuffed in your pocket."

"I'm giving it to Wilson." House countered. "I don't want Stacy turning him again me because she brought him a gift and I didn't."

Cuddy scoffed. "Because you aren't trying to be nice or anything."

"Nothing nice about ditching old junk on Wilson. And pretending to care is easier than listening to Wilson whine."

"Well that justifies everything doesn't it?" Cuddy pulled into the hospital parking lot. "Go play with Wilson." She got out and opened the car door.

House limped as quickly as possible back to Wilson's room. When he opened the door he found Wilson's bed was empty. House hobbled back out into the hall. "Where the hell is Wilson?" House bellowed in the direction of the nurse's station.

Dr. Cameron and Dr. Chase came rushing down the hall. "Dr. House." Cameron was almost out of breath. "We figured out what's going on with Wilson."

"Why the hell didn't you page me?" House snapped.

"Cuddy told us not to." Replied Chase. "Do you want to know what is going on or not?"

"Duh." House gave Chase a dirty look.

"We went through Cuddy's desk and found the police reports from when they found Wilson. He was in a basement; the floor was covered in moldy food." Cameron said excitedly.

"So." Chase interrupted. "Someone is forced to eat moldy food long enough, everything starts to taste moldy. After awhile ever the thought of food makes you gag. Or in Wilson's case throw up."

"So." Cameron interrupted Chase. "We put a feeding tube directly into his stomach. He doesn't have to taste or smell the food. No more throwing up. He can gain weight and get better."

"And" Chase continued. "Hopefully by the time he has gained the weight back he will be over his aversion to food. Time heals all things."

"Good job." House said approvingly. "I won't have to kill the two of you for not paging me. Where's Wilson?"

"Down in recovery. We'll be bringing him back up soon. Inserting the PEG tube into his stomach is a pretty simple procedure." Chase smiled. "Do you want to…" Before Chase had even finished his sentence House was limping his way down to recovery.

"H-h-house." Wilson smiled as House came into the recovery room.

"How's your belly?" House moved closer to the bed and dropped the stuffed cat in Wilson's lap.

"Ddd…." Wilson gave up and pointed to the bag of IV pain meds hanging from his IV pole.

"They gave you the good stuff huh? Good. I'm going to go back upstairs for breakfast. Enjoy your new cat." Housed headed out of the room and back upstairs. Just as he sat down and began to enjoy a bowl of cereal his pager went off.