A tiny bit more for bishojo_kitsune , who I think needs something to cheer her up <3 <3 <3
House sneezed violently. Wilson and Wyatt, locked in a heated gaze, turned and said “bless you” to him at the same time. “You should be in bed asleep, Gregory, not up and talking. You’ve got a nasty cold, not to mention recovering from a dangerous operation,” Wyatt said with a glare in Wilson’s direction. “Let’s get you some juice, and I shall see your guest out.”
Wilson held up his hand in Wyatt’s direction. “Wait just a minute,” Wilson said. “House, you really have no idea what’s going on; what’s happened in the past week?” House blew his nose carefully while he contemplated his words to Wilson. Part of him wanted to confess it all; but he felt so miserable at this point it was easier to keep up with the lie instead of trying to explain it all to Wilson and to Wyatt.
House sniffled and wiped his nose and looked miserable. “I dob’t know. I dob’t remember mubch of adything. Bits and piedses, forebn lands and voices. A lot of it is a blur.” He coughed weakly and rubbed his head. He grabbed for the handkerchief again and sneezed as gently as he possibly could, to spare his severely aching head.
“Bless you,” Wyatt and Wilson said in unison once again. House shut his eyes and leaned back against the headboard. “That’s quite enough now. It’s time you were leaving, Doctor Wilson. Gregory obviously needs some rest.” Wilson glared at Wyatt, and looked back at House. He still wasn’t sure if House was messing with him or not, but one thing was obvious. He was in a lot of pain and feeling miserable. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly and turned and walked out the door.