He’s utama alone this evening. Wilson is still working, so it’s basically the usual bachelor plan: Chinese take out, some drinks, TV and Vicodin, followed sejak laying on his sofa for hours, almost falling asleep, but not really.
He’s in the middle of opening a box of noodles, when a knock interrupts him.
“Someone better be dying!” He screams loudly in the direction of the door. He sighs and limps over to his cane, walking over to it. It’s a big surprise to see Cuddy standing there, looking nervous.
House opens the door suspiciously, “What are anda doing here?” He asks, realizing...
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