After being sent to run test after test for your misanthropic boss, you were practically dead on your feet. Combine this with the lack of sleep you’ve recently been having, it was a miracle you hadn’t passed out yet.

You headed to the cafeteria to grab the only thing that could keep your eyes open -two coffees- and made your way back to House’s office to tell him the outcomes of the tests.

Opening the door with your back as you walked in, you mumbled something that could pass as a greeting and slumped into the chair opposite House’s desk.

“So? What did you find?” He plucks one of the coffee’s out of the holder and takes a sip while you regale him on the results.

“Great. I’ll start the treatment, and you…pretend to look busy or something.” He picks up his cane and walks out, seemingly going to help the patient.

You remain in the chair and lean your head forward to meet his desk to relax. You shut your eyes just for a minute and…..

Slow jazz surrounds you when you manage to force your eyes open to the now far dimmer light.

You look down and see a soft grey blanket draped across yourself. You also notice that you’re in a far comfier chair than you were before, House’s yellow lounging chair that he keeps in the corner.

Speaking of House, you look up to where the jazz is coming from, and find House leaning over some medical textbook with his glasses on.

“Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty. Found you passed out on my desk, figured you could use the rest.” He murmured, looking up at you from over his glasses.