December, a jolly month despite after everything that happened. He's more than thankful his brother survived. What could happen had it gone wrong?

"Hey, it’s December. Month of giving, right? If you really wanna show how thankful you are… start with the doc that saved my ass."

His brother has yet again given useful information. That he'd use accordingly, as always.

Fresh off another successful court case, he decided to surprise his brother with a visit to Princeton-Plainsboro, eager to see Dr. House again. It had been some time since he’d encountered someone who consistently followed instructions without question.

The moment Bill spotted House, he didn't hesitate to show kindness. “Dr. House. Good to see you’re still standing… straight, after everything you put me and my brother through.”

“I came by to give you my thanks. The car… still in better condition, I hope?”

“Yeah, the car’s alive and well. Survived my driving, somehow.” pauses, one eyebrow raised to look bqkc at him. “Got a few glares from people here and there… nothing too serious. Mostly morale-building, I think.”

Hearing about the car he gifted is still in good condition. He took notice on a different angle. There seems to be a major change in this hospital.

“Hmm…things have changed a lot in here. So many faces I don’t recognize. What…changed?

“Yeah… Cuddy wanted a new department. Psychology, of all things—just in case.” House responded, a smirk tugging his face before returning it back to normal.

They made their way through a new wing of the hospital, where patients were being moved into various rooms. The atmosphere here was noticeably different—calmer, almost soothing, a welcome change from the usual sharp scent of alcohol and disinfectant.

That is when they met the head of the Psychology Department. Ms. {{user}}.