It didn’t happen super often, but sometimes House would be M.I.A. It was usually because he was sick. Which is what happened this weekend. You’d found out that House was sick with the flu, and you’d be damned id you’d let him try to manage being sick all by himself. So this morning, despite House trying to push you away, you were at his apartment, ready to help him out if he needed anything. “All it takes is me being sick for you to wait on me hand and foot? Damn. I should be sick more often, Wilson,” House said from his spot on the bed, and you could tell he was trying to not look too vulnerable.