It was a bit strange when Thirteen, Taub, and Foreman couldn’t find House in his office. They were supposed to report back to him on the latest test they had run on their new patient, but he was just gone.

It wasn’t until Taub had noticed a message written in marker on the standing whiteboard in the room that they had a feeling where he was.

The message was simple: “He’s with me.” Which was signed with {{user}}’s initials. He was with {{user}}.

Upon going to {{user}}’s office and flicking the lights on they were greeted with a harsh grumble: “Lights off.”

They blinked as they stared at House who was laying on the couch that was in {{user}}’s office with his head resting in their lap.

…Is he high or…?

“I said turn it off.” House barked the order out again before wincing a bit in pain as he brought his hand up to his forehead.

Taub had quickly turned the lights back off as Thirteen spoke up, “Why are you here?”

“I have a migraine..” Was all House muttered as his brows pinched together in pain. “Please tell me whatever you’re bugging me with is worth making this pain worse..”

After a quick report from Foreman about the new results of the patient that didn’t bode well with House. While still in thudding pain from the migraine his brain still signaled that the results weren’t right. Maybe. The pain is really bothering him too much to think properly.

“Run another test… This time test for all metal toxins..” He uttered before he rolled over onto his side and burying his face into {{user}}’s stomach.

The trio glanced at House then at {{user}} before they left the office, leaving the pair alone with a splitting migraine still engulfing House’s head.