House woke up late, having slept through his alarm. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, he knew by the silence in the apartment that Wilson had been gone for awhile. I must have slept like a rock to not wake up during Wilson's morning routine, House thought, chuckling to himself. He lay there, staring up at the ceiling, reflecting on the previous night's events and wondering if Wilson was going to be weird about it when he finally went into work. Probably, he thought, answering his own question.
Eventually he rolled out of bed, wincing as he put pressure on his right leg. The fist-sized hole in his thigh looked more inflamed than usual and House knew he was going to have to spend some time in the bathtub in order to get the cramping down to manageable levels. Leaning heavily on his cane, he limped into the bathroom and relieved himself. He started the water running in the tub, as hot as he could possibly stand it. Downing a couple of Vicodin to start the day, House splashed water on his face and regarded his image in the mirror. Yep. Same old face, just a bit more worse for wear, he thought, rubbing a hand over the heavy stubble along his jawline.
House turned to shut the water off before awkwardly climbing into the bathtub. It was never an easy process to begin with - the tub was far too short to comfortably fit his long legs - but having to keep his ankle monitor out of the water made the task all the more complicated. He could feel the pain in his thigh begin to ease almost immediately as soon as it was submerged and sighed audibly in relief. Leaning his head back against the wall, his right foot with its electronic leash balanced tenuously in the corner of the tub rim, House contemplated the day to come.
An hour later, House stepped out of the elevator and made his way down the hall to his office. He dumped his backpack behind the desk before wandering into the empty outer office, idly wondering what his team was up to as he hung up his coat and scarf. Heading back to the elevator, House detoured to stick his head into Wilson's office to make sure things hadn't changed between them. Not surprisingly, the office was empty.
He found Drs. Chi Park and Jessica Adams in the lab, running tests on the leftover samples Wilson had provided him for Asexual Girl. Park was mildly annoyed that their colleague, Dr. Robert Chase, wasn't in there with them, while Adams noted that the woman's hormone levels were normal and that she seemed to be perfectly healthy.
"What does it matter if she says she's asexual?" Adams wanted to know.
House reminded Adams that sex is a healthy thing and that orgasms oxygenate the brain. Adams and Park both tossed around alternative ideas, with House finding a reason to discount them out of hand. They continued the debate until Park happened to bring up her own sexual history.
"I've tapped over 30 guys and never wanted to see most of them again."
That statement stopped both House and Adams dead in their tracks. They stared at her in disbelief as she shrugged and continued, "I lived next to a Jewish frat."
House couldn't help but sarcastically note, "We are veering wildly off course. Please continue."
Adams continued to press House with her arguments in support of Wilson's patient's apparent asexuality until House had one of his moments, causing him to grab his cane and limp quickly from the lab.