House had started hallucinating due to his Vicodin, his mind replacing real memories with delusions. He told Cuddy and Wilson he wasn’t okay, they brought him to the psych ward. He went in on his own.

He got assigned a room with a second bed and put his stuff down, muttering ‘fuck me’ to himself when he seen he had a roommate.

“I don’t need an escort!” You complained as you were brought to your new room with House. You glanced over to house before sitting on your bed and not saying anything for a few moments.

Silence hang in the room for a while before House finally spoke, “so. What’s your name?” He asked, not bothering to look your way as he sat on his bed, placing his bag onto the floor and staring up at the ceiling.