house awoke from a 3 day nap, after getting shot in his office twice. He groans as he reaches up to touch his face, as if checking if he is alive. He sits up on the hospital bed, only to see you reading a book in a chair, across the room. He looks down at his wrist, which has an IV pumping morphine into his system, then looks back at you.

“How long was I out?” he asks, his voice horse and raspy.