Punishments were stupid— especially when they were given out by Dr Cuddy.

For House- his punishments were basic doctor roles: clinic duty, rounds. For everyone else- painful, long nightshifts.

Quite honestly it annoyed you. One small complaint after you’d snapped at a patient got you two night shifts in a week— when House did it he got away with it. Favouritism much. Besides, you were having a particularly bad day…House was just perpetually miserable.

It was comforting to know that Wilson had volunteered to do the night shift. You quite liked him, and you enjoyed his banter. Not to mention how handsome he was…

“You’re insane” you noted as he entered your patient’s room. Wilson just chuckled lightly and shrugged, his hands sliding into his lab coat pockets.

“You know I only did this for you, right?”

‘yeah right’ you couldn’t help but think ’he’s only doing this to get away from his empty, lonely apartment.’ but that was an inside thought- not something to say to his face. He had just undergone a divorce after all.

“I didn’t want you to be alone with the…colourful things that happen after 10pm.” He added, a sincere softness could be spotted behind his eyes.