Chapter 2- the ride home

THREE WEEKS LATER...

House finished getting dressed and walked over to the window, he could see the taxi waiting to take him to his house, He turned to leave, stopped, turned around and picked up his cane, He had found out a week ago that he had asked for an injection of Ketamine during his surgery, Cuddy had permitted it but never got to see if she made the right decision. He left the hospital room and met Wilson in the lobby.

"Hey, You ok?" Wilson asked and took houses bag

"If one more person asks me that I think ill ram this cane up their poozzle" House started twirling his can as he walked out of the hospital

"One more person? I'm your only visitor." Wilson laughed as he opened the taxi door

"Yea pity Cuddy died She knew my favorite transvestite hooker. Got me ten percent off for lonely Friday nights. Don't you love a girl like that?" House and Wilson pilled into the taxi and it sped off.

"You're making fun of dead people now? whats next? Biting heads off chickens?"

"Alice may beat me in the rock and roll department but I kick his ars in the sex and drugs department."

"Well Alice Cooper died seven years ago and he died from a drug overdose after a rock concert while having sex, so I guess he wins."

"A true American hero"

"Yea, All Old Abe did was abolish slavery, nothing much"

"Freeing them up to develop a whole new genre of crappy music and slang, Wut up wit dat?"

"Well Vanilla House, since I didn't know when you'd be back among the living I bought your apartment. I've been living there ever since me and Elena got divorced"

"Elena? Wasn't that your maid?"

"Ah...Yes, well, she was very nice."

"You WERE doing her! I knew it!"

"Shhhhh, ok, so I was doing the maid, but not while me and Julie were married, Here we are, your old apartment."

House and Wilson got out of the taxi and entered the apartment.