Tomorrow was always another day and it also was this time. Wilson admittingly was still angry at House for being that stubborn, the next morning. He just couldn't understand how somebody could be stubborn enough to basically hurt himself, just because things wouldn't work the way he wanted them to. Sure, House had a very high and strict sense for his personal dignity, which Wilson was even able to understand. To some point, at least. What he could not understand was why House had just stopped with the physical therapy, even though he really had been showing progress at the point he had been released from hospital. But this wasn't enough. No, he also had gotten rid of the wheelchair. Basically locking himself in his place.

Sure, Wilson knew he could still move around his apartment, after all his left leg was fine, but without working on it, he probably never would be going any farther than from the couch to the bathroom and back. This alone being an epic journey, Wilson had been around to experience it plenty of times himself these last couple of weeks. Wilson simply couldn't understand how House could just give up like that. House, to whom the term of giving up on something he wanted usually was a foreign one. It frustrated Wilson. It frustrated him to a level where he was not willing to accept it.

By next day's afternoon Wilson's anger, as per usual, had faded completely. Instead he had come up with something else. Something he hoped dearly would work, for there wasn't all too much more than this he would be able to do.

Having parked his car just outside House's apartment building, he soon saw light burning inside when he headed up the few stairs and inside. He knew it was pretty much pointless, but he still knocked, once he was standing in front of House's door. No response. No surprise, really.

He so reached up and let his fingers run over the doorframe, until he found the single key always waiting there, without much hesitation picking it up and letting him in with it.

Taking a moment to replace the key on its place on top of the doorframe, Wilson was actually a little surprised to find House peeking over the back of the couch at him, whenever he turned his attention towards the living room. For a couple of moments the two of them just staring at each other, while Wilson slipped out of his coat. Almost like they shared a sort of silent conversation, only two friends as close as them would be able to understand. Well, probably they both had needed that little verbal smack-down to finally release some of the stress that had built itself up within both their heads; they both seemed to wordlessly agree on that.

"Are you ever going to pee or should I better get you another catheter for the other people living here's sake?", Wilson said in somewhat of a joking tone, trying to give them both a better start than yesterday with approaching in a more light-hearted manner. Well, as light-hearted as the circumstances allowed him to, for the moment he saw House's pitiful sight; he again had a hard time holding back both, his sympathy and frustration.

"No need to, I had the couch filled with clumping kitty litter. Only to be replaced every two weeks. ", House returned, obviously after yesterday's fight, also in a more peaceful mood now. Or least attempting to be.

"Well, then we better get you off that thing before those two weeks pass.", Wilson announced after a little chuckle.

"Good luck on that. ", was all House muttered. However, Wilson didn't let himself being set back; he just tilted his head somewhat before saying,

"I brought you something."

This obviously surprised House, for his eyes grew curious for a moment, scanning Wilson in search for what he might be talking about. That alone actually making a brief little smile twitch in the corner of Wilson's mouth. Like a child sometimes, wasn't he?

Not wanting to leave House waiting any longer, Wilson brought forward the arm he had been hiding behind his back, holding a long, slim piece of wood in his hand.

"What's that? ", House immediately asked, leaning up some on his couch, actually looking somewhat disappointed.

"A cane. ", was all Wilson stated, simply sitting down on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"I see that it's a cane. What am I supposed to do with it? I'm not in retirement, y'know. ", House imidiatly returned, his voice getting somewhat defendant. Yet, Wilson already had seen something like that coming and so stayed completely calm.

"Yes, I know and just like yourself, I would also like for you to stay out of retirement.", Wilson spoke calmly, House not responding anything, just staring at Wilson in a disapproving way.

"Listen, you know as good as I do, that without any help you'll never be able to walk any further than from here to the bathroom and back again. And we also both know that you'll choke if you're locked in here for the rest of your life. House. Come on. You can't seriously want that. ", Wilson spoke insistently.

House just continuing to stare for another moment, until he finally quirked a brow slightly, which was enough for Wilson to know House had realised his point.

"And what does the cane have to do with that? ", House then finally asked.

"I went to talk to Jennifer today. ", Wilson began.

"Who's Jennifer? " House interrupted, making Wilson roll his eyes somewhat,

"Your physical-therapist. You've been with her every day almost the entire last month."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. Didn't have a chance to socialise, was too busy with the throbbing pain in my leg and that sadistic woman torturing me.", House immediately hissed back mockingly.

Wilson merely ignoring it, instead going on speaking.

"Anyway, I talked to her and she said that the most mobile state she could see you in was walking with the support of a cane. Naturally you would've needed a lot more time actually doing proper pt to slowly adjust to the use of the cane, but since you're not willing to accept the small steps. Here's one big one. ", Wilson told, holding out the cane for House, who however just stared at it for a moment, but did not move an inch.

"She also said a quad cane would've been the best for you. But knowing your ridiculous sense of dignity, I doubt you would've seriously considered using one of those. So, I got you this one. ", Wilson added, followed by another pause of them simply staring at each other, until House finally spoke up,

"I won't use that one either. ", he just said, in an almost pouting tone.

Wilson just shook his head somewhat,

"You know what? I'll just leave it right here, though. In case you change your mind."

He leaned the cane against the armchair standing beside the couch, while acting like he didn't see House closely following his every move.

"And now. I'll get us some food. My wife cooked and I asked her to pack something for you, too. Who knows when you last had a decent meal.", Wilson said, getting back to his feet, while House once more turned to watch the cane leaning just an arm's lengths away.