The next day, House and Wilson sat in their hotel room, watching the storm from the TV. Super Typhoon Hannah was nearing land. As it was nearing the east coast; It was evident how devastating this could be. The prediction was it would hit Calabarzon Area, later this day, near infanta Quezon.

House was restless; since arriving at Sofitel Philippine Plaza yesterday. He was like a bee buzzing with energy. "Greg! You okay?" Wilson asked, glancing painfully at House.

Wilson caught his arm. "Greg! Look at me!" He said forcefully. "You sit down!" When House sat down, he asked. "What do you want to do? Do you want to go play pool? take the weather off your mind?" House nodded.

Wilson guided his partner to the recreational room. They played pool and ate calamari. House had his noise-canceling headphones on, but when a particular loud thunder hit, House slid down to the floor and began hyperventilating.

Wilson blinked, It happened so fast; one moment, they were playing pool and another, House was in meads of a meltdown. "Greg, calmed down, breathe, one, two, three."

After a while House got up. "I have sensitive ears." Wilson smiled, that is a thank you in House's books. Wilson clapped him from behind, they resumed playing.

A couple of hours later, they noticed the floor of the recreation room beginning to water. House glanced at the window; the super typhoon was here. They both realized it was much bigger than they thought it was.

Wilson needed to calm down for both their sake, most importantly he also needed to calm his partner down. He led House upstairs via the staircase. Their room was on the fourth floor, The recreation room was dredge in cold water. Philippine Plaza was a waterfront hotel near the Manila Bay.

House was in shock; how much damage would this be for the country? He wanted to film the storm; when they got inside the room, however, he flopped in the bed.

"Greg, you want a drink, you're shivering, I think you're going into shock." Wilson got the weighted blanket out from House's backpack and draped it on his husband.

"Jimmy?" House said. "Get my headphones, then get here."

Wilson was laughing, "Greg, the cuddlier, I would have known." He rolled his eyes. "Or you, just are scared." House knew that Wilson was joking; however, he scowled. Then a particular loud ramble was being heard; House flinched. "Okay?" Wilson said, "Sorry."

House covered his head with the blanket. "It's loud."

"Greg, you are wearing noise-canceling headphones, you can hear that?" Wilson said, hugging and kissing House.

House sighed. "Feel, SPD, remember?"

Wilson knew that House felt things more acutely than neurotypicals, As a doctor, he'd handle several patients with Autism; people with Autism had a much higher susceptibility to brain tumors than the general population. However, he wasn't House. "How does it feel?"

House debated whether or not to answer Wilson's question, even after six years of marriage; it was still hard for him to answer that particular question. He shrugged, "I don't know how to explain, it just feels weird… " There was another rumble, House turned inward, and stopped speaking, curled on to himself.

Wilson kissed the top of his head. God, this was hard seeing his Greg like this. "Greg, it's okay." He knew that it's not for the Filipino people. What was outside this waterfront hotel?

Wilson knew that House loved this country; he also knew that House would want to stay after a disaster like this. They had met in New Orleans, because of a Hurricane.

Everybody in Princeton assumes that House was an asshole, because of the front he had shown them at work. They never knew the Greg that Wilson sees. The Greg that would cry over a patient's death; or the Greg that would volunteer at disaster zones.

There was a loud roaring sound, and all the lights went out. The generator which Wilson presumed was in the basement was down. The more important thing was House trembled in his arms. "You doing relatively okay?" Wilson asked; House nodded, unable to speak.

A couple of hours later the wind stopped. It was now night time, a check on the clock suggested that it was 9:00pm. Wilson was hungry; He needed to wake House, who fell asleep. "Greg?"

"I am hungry, Jimmy," House said, looking furlong. "What time is it?"

"Nine."

Wilson came to take a look down. It was devastation everywhere he looked. The luxury waterfront hotel was in ruin. A hand was tugging his arm, House. "Take your bag, Jimmy. We're going."

Wilson looked confounded. "Where're we going?" He asked.

House sighed. "I want to work, do keep up, Dr. Wilson. God, why are you so slow?" He rolled his eyes. "We're going to the department of health."

"Now?" Wilson asked. House got impulsive a lot. When they first got together, after 5 years of being friends. House bought a piano for Wilson's apartment in New Orleans, the problem was the complex didn't allow instruments that big. "Greg, stop!" He said. "Do you even know where the Health Department is?" Wilson exclaimed.

"Yes, In fact, I know where this is, James." House was getting antsy.

Wilson needed to defuse the situation. "Okay, you're making yourself angry." He said, circling House to hug him. "Greg, you need to eat first."

House nodded.

They got down to the lobby; what they saw was devastation. House took a deep breath. The front door to the lobby looked as if a whirlwind burst it open; There are shards of glass everywhere. House led Wilson outside the hotel; the spectacle outside was devastating.

Outside was a different matter. Wilson hadn't seen such a storm; Even during Sandy, it wasn't like this. This, meaning, winds of over 200 miles and flooding hip deep. He now wanted to go to the Health Department before they ate.

They were bombarded by a local news station, GMA, for an interview. House was the first to speak. "What is your name?"

"Daniella Mabalacad."

"Okay, Miss Mabalacad," House said. "We're doctors from New Jersey, I am Dr. House, and this is my partner Dr. Wilson. Here's the thing, we need a ride to San Lazaro Hospital. We need a pass to work here; promise us you are going to get us a ride, then I'll grant you an interview."

After the interview, they were in a military truck that GMA news arranged for them. The streets were showered in darkness, as they left. House held Wilson's hand. They were Philippine army personnel and Mabalacad and her camera crew.

"Do you have a satellite phone?" Wilson asked. "Our phones can't get signals, we need to call home."

"James?" Cuddy said, relief evident in her voice.

"Where is House? is he okay?" Cuddy asked a little worry tingeing her tone.

House was listening to the conversation. "I am fine, Cuddy. Listen, We are staying for the foreseeable future."

"Okay, what do you guys need?"

House thought about it for a moment. "Call Vogler, I need medications." House did a favor for his company, a few years ago, as up and coming diagnostician; he was called to give a speech about a drug. It would be a quid pro quo deal.

"For what?" Cuddy asked.

"Antibiotics: Penicillin and all. " House said, annoyed. "Tell Chase, I want him to run my department."

"Is that all?" Cuddy asked.

"Yes."

"Wait, House?"

"Yes, mistress?" The people on the ride roll their eyes.

"Where do you want to send the drugs?"

House thought of it. "Mabalacad?"

"Yes, Doctor?"

House thought of it. "Does Your network have a foundation?"

"GMA Kapuso Foundation."

"G-M-A- K-A-P-U-S-O Foundation," Cuddy repeated the phrase. "Yes, that's it. Care of Daniella Mabalacad." They exchanged pleasantries and said their goodbyes. "One more phone call, to mom and dad."

They weren't answering, House left a voice mail. "As you know, I am with James, we were in the Philippines. You probably heard; that there had been a storm in the county. We are volunteering. We are okay."

"Doctor House, Can I ask is this your first time in the country?"

"I lived here when I was young; my dad was a US marine."

When they got to San Lazaro Hospital, it was dark inside like at the hotel San Lazaro was without generators. They were doing it with candles; because of the oxygen tanks.

House tried to imagine playing his guitar, which was slang on his one shudder while the other shoulder was held his backpack. "God, this was hard." He muttered under his breath.

They were lead inside an office; after Wilson asked for assistance. "How may I help you?"

"We are doctors from New Jersey," House explained. "We want to help the people, I am doctor Gregory House…"

As soon as it registered. "Dr. House? Of course, you can help we needed your help. And who are you?"

"Dr. James Wilson, I am his partner."

The woman quirked a brow but didn't comment. "You want to help, you can go to Laguna; because according to NDRRMC…Laguna was hardest hit by the typhoon."

"Laguna is two hours away, right?"

"Yes…"

House looked at Wilson for approval. "When are we going?" It was now Twelve the next day.

"Maybe in the morning or afternoon, sign this." The lady handed them three pieces of paper. They read it, after reading the signed it promptly.

"Is there a 7-11 open?" House asked.

"Yes, outside." She was smiling

End of Chapter 5