His room wasn’t like the rooms in Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital; it was more of a luxurious prisoner cell with only a bed, a cabinet and a table in it. Thick glass wall surrounds the room and only a fluorescent light at the ceiling will light the place during the night. Blinds were also installed but a camera was hung in the corner. A door next to the bed will lead him to the personal bathroom. There’s actually nothing to do in a place like this but to sit, sleep, read and attend rehabilitation sessions.

Meanwhile in PPTH, Foreman, Thirteen and Taub were in front of Cuddy who was then ordering them to do tests to their new patient. Wilson was there too ordering them to do this and that as well.
Cuddy: From now on, Foreman, you’ll be the temporary head of House’s department and Drs. Hadley and Taub will directly report to you, get it?
Foreman nodded before the three of them went out leaving Wilson and Cuddy behind. She walked towards her chair where she sat down and started signing papers as he walked slowly to the place across her.
Wilson: I was thinking you were going with us last week…
Cuddy: You know I can’t… I went to attend Chase and Cameron’s wedding…
Wilson: How did it go by the way?
Cuddy: It was romantic. Thought a week off out of hospital work will be great gift for the newly weds.
Wilson: A week off?! --- Seriously? Cuddy, you’re losing doctors…
Cuddy stopped signing and looked up to Wilson.
Cuddy: I assume the point of that argument meant something deeper…
Wilson sighed. He tried to look away from Cuddy’s gaze by looking outside but he ended up still looking straight at her blue eyes.
Wilson: You know he wanted you to be there… At least, for the last time.
Cuddy: It isn’t the last time… You’re overreacting… He’ll still be coming back here…
Wilson: Yah… <starts to walk off the room>
Cuddy: How’s he doing?
Wilson: <Stopped and turned to look at her> Pretty much okay than he was before but he’s badly screwed.
Cuddy: You think four months in rehab and another two to ease back will bring back the House we knew?
Wilson: I hope so… <Pulled the door and left the room>

A knock on the glass wall caught House’s attention while he was looking outside while seated on a chair in his cell-like room. He was wearing those hospital gowns as he turned to looked who was there. It was one of the nurses ordering him to go outside.
He was guided in the visitor’s area before the nurse left and there he saw Wilson seated, waiting for him. House sat down immediately and went through the paper bag his friend brought in.
Wilson: I brought you clothes, thought you might use them…
House: Thank you… This will help especially now that those lousy nurses gave me oversized gowns, others actually don’t fit my size.
Wilson nodded. House looked around and was looking for someone.
House: Where’s Cuddy?
Wilson: Cuddy? <House looked at him> She didn’t come along. Said she booked meetings this afternoon and got to be home right after work.
House: <Quite disappointed but tried not to show it> Oh.
Wilson: How’s the rehab going?
House: You mean another than feeling my eardrums break because of the screaming and yelling of idiot psych patients? --- I’m doing fine…
Wilson: Right… I’ve talked with Pitt juts before ---
House is again looking around and Wilson weirdly looked at him. When he realized his friend stopped talking, he looked at Wilson too.
Wilson: Are you ---
House: How’s Cuddy?
Wilson’s eyes widened and was surprised with his friend’s question.
House: How is she?
Wilson: You’ve been asking things, almost all about Cuddy, by the time you sat down…
House tried to look away.
Wilson: House… <House looked at him> What did you see?