House returned to work on a Monday – it had been arranged that way so that he would have the weekend to get ready and prepare himself. Cuddy said he could start working on half days to begin with and he wasn't quite up to a point where he could push himself around all day without needing a nap in the middle of the day.

Wilson woke him with the smell of Macadamia nut pancakes and he expertly transferred himself into his chair and pushed himself to the kitchen.

"You know, I'd ask what I'd done to deserve this, but then I remember that I'm me!" House said, a grin on his face.

"I thought we could eat, then you could shower and get ready for work and then I'll give you a lift in," Wilson replied, ignoring House's comment.

"You gonna give me a lift home again at midday?" House asked, stuffing a pancake in his mouth.

"I can arrange my appointments around that."

"Why, Jimmy, I didn't know you cared so much."

"It's just for the first few days, until you're used to putting your wheelchair in the car and getting it out again without causing you or someone else some serious damage."

"Yeah, but it's mostly because you're a caring vampire and if you couldn't do something for me, you'd die of too little pity."

"That makes no sense."

"Of course it does."

"No really, House, it makes no sense."

"Hmm, you're right, it doesn't. Well, that's because I haven't had my morning coffee."

Wilson took the hint and poured House a cup of coffee. "While you eat, I'm going to grab a quick shower."

"So long as the blow dryer doesn't come out of hiding, that's fine."

"I will find it one day, House."

"So long as it's not today, I can deal with that."

The banter between the two friends continued throughout the morning as they both got ready for work. House was the one to collapse the wheelchair as he sat in the passenger seat of Wilson's car and when they arrived at PPTH, he was the one to put it back together and transfer into it. Though, Wilson pushed him to the front door because his parking space was further away than House's and he couldn't park in his because he didn't have a disabled placard.

He followed his friend into the lift, and out once they reached the fourth floor. "See you at midday?" Wilson said.

"Yeah, see you then."

"Have a good day. Bye, House."

"Bye, Wilson." With that, he pushed himself through the door and into the conference room that adjoined with his office, his fellows waiting. Wilson stood and watched him through the glass for a moment, but once he was sure House would be okay, he left him to it and headed to his own office. It was time for life to get back to normal.