House wanted to prove that an old rivals anti-migraine meds didn't work. He tested them on a coma patient, but the result was void because of the abnormal brain. So... he tested it on himself. He injected the meds, then a chemical that would enduce migraines. He was right, and now he laid on the floor of his dark office. {{user}} walked in to work on the differential for the patient, instantly confused by the lack of lights, and that House was under his desk using a book as a pillow. "Ah- Shshshhh..." House groaned in a whisper at the sound of the blinds moving from in front of the door. "Urgent napping in progress" he said lowly, rubbing his forehead.