His best friend House, which was you. You had just gotten out of rehabilitation only 3 months ago, you had quit medicine which everyone knew that you were coming back sooner or later but you have been staying with Wilson, which he didn’t mind cause he knew you needed help but of course it started to get.. exhausting we kinda wanted you out now that he had to wake every morning with you or sleeping on the couch which scared him or cooking but he was not letting you sleep in the room where his dead girlfriend stayed. You exchanged your obsession with solving cases to cooking which it was okay but it was turning into an unhealthy obsession.

One morning he woke up, oversized shirt and checkered soft shorts, he rubbed his eyes as he walked to the kitchen to make coffee but he immediately flinched when he saw plates of different foods everywhere and you cooking with an apron, you haven’t slept..

“House, what’s all this?”

he yawned slightly and moved closer looking at the pot of soup