056. Breakfast
The Most Important Meal of The Day
Breakfast was rapidly becoming House's favourite meal of the day. For a long time he'd barely eaten breakfast; maybe a piece of toast or an apple but usually nothing more than that. Something grabbed on the run…so to speak…as he left for the hospital. Between the way his leg ached in the morning and the time it took for the Vicodin to kick in, he rarely had much of an appetite until about lunchtime at the earliest.
But now it was different. Now he woke up to hear Wilson puttering around in the kitchen and the smell of fresh coffee in the air. By the time he'd limped out, having showered and dressed, there would be a cup of that coffee waiting for him and Wilson would be sitting at the small table, hoeing into a bowlful of cereal with a glass of juice in front of him. Somehow the pain never seemed as bad these days, the Vicodin seemed to kick in quicker. He had an appetite. So he'd sit down at the table, pour himself a bowl of Wilson's cereal, add some of Wilson's milk and start eating, grinning at Wilson's mild complaints and getting his hand slapped when he reached over to steal Wilson's juice.
For once he believed what he'd learnt so long ago in med school; breakfast really was the most important meal of the day.