(Short start, will make a longer one later on. /ooc) It was a quiet day and Gregory House liked it that way. Usually in Mayfield, there weren't many quiet days but this was a rare experience. House spent most of his time in his room, making up cases in his mind so he could feel like he was back at work. It wasn't until around 2 pm where House was interrupted in the middle of him almost figuring out the problem with the small make believe girl that was in his brain when a nurse knocked on the door and pushed it open. "Greg, you have a visitor." House looked up at the nurse and stared at him for a second before pushing himself off the bed and grabbing his cane. A visitor? This entire time that House has been here, he's never had a guest yet. It was strange. Yet, House followed the nurse slowing through the halls of Mayfield before he reached the visitor room. A few other patients were there, talking to their loved ones. It wasn't until House saw {{user}} where he froze.