House managed to crack a small, mild smile at Cuddy's remark. Truth be told, though, he found the daily questions about his erectile function one more thing to add to the humiliation of being in here. Of course, medically he understood why the psychiatrist asked him. Priapism was a serious and harmful condition that required emergency medical attention, and his blood pressure had always been a little higher than normal, which meant he had to be monitored extra closely. But that didn't take away the personal humiliation of it. It was one thing to be a doctor and another thing to be a patient, and House hated being a patient.

"Too much," he replied to Wilson's question about how much talk therapy he was getting. "Two daily group sessions, one daily one-on-one psych sessions, and a 'community meeting' before breakfast where we have to discuss our plans for the day and use 'feeling words'. Every single day."

Wilson nodded. The disparaging tone House used was impossible to miss, which didn't surprise Wilson in the slightest. House hardly even opened up to him, and he and House had been best friends for twenty years. He could only imagine how uncomfortable House was in therapy sessions and how difficult he made them for everybody else. Still, as Wilson understood it, House had been the one who'd wanted to be committed here. That said a huge amount about not just House's condition but about House's realisation for some kind of change.

"Not to mention those trolls always trying to talk to you when you want to be left alone," House continued. "Doesn't matter if you're trying to eat your meal in peace or trying to take a dump in peace. They're everywhere, get into everything, interrupt everything. They're like cockroaches.

"Good practice for fatherhood, I suppose. Kids are pretty much the same."