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“House!"
No answer.
He tried again. Still nothing. With a sigh, he changed tactics. He tugged at the doorknob — and this time it gave way.
What he saw almost made him laugh out loud and roll his eyes. Almost.
There House was, sitting on the toilet lid in a beat-up T-shirt and pajama pants.
But his expression was just a bit too serious for Wilson to joke.
“Seriously?” Wilson raised his eyebrows. “Okay, I get it — day off. But you could pick up your damn phone,” he added, not bothering to hide the irritation.
House just stared at him, blankly.
Wilson shook his head. Honestly, what had he expected? He stepped closer. “Look, just take a shower. Then you can go back to whatever — popping pills or plotting the end of humanity.” He waved it off with mock cheer.
House grimaced, grabbed his cane, and slowly got to his feet.
He looked Wilson dead in the eyes.
“No hot water” he said simply, then limped out, leaving Wilson staring after him, bewildered.