He had a mind to tell the nurse to get lost, that he was perfectly capable of seeing his own way into the hospital. Instead, he just gave the nurse a resentful look, which the nurse ignored by simply waiting patiently for House to enter the building. "I pretty sure Wilson won't be too hard to find," he told Cuddy dryly.

And sure enough, when Cuddy directed his attention to Wilson, there he was chatting up Justine again. "And a muzzle," he agreed with Cuddy. "Neutering is the only cure for people like Wilson." He limped down the corridor and came to a stop behind his friend, peering over his shoulder at a pale-faced Justine, who'd been talking earnestly with Wilson. "You two done with sniffing each other's crotches?" he interrupted.

"House," Wilson said, a little startled. He looked over his shoulder at House, then at Cuddy, and his defensiveness kicked in. "We were just talking," he replied.

"I bet you were," House said in a dry tone. "Except we both know that the sympathetic listening to talking ratio is hugely unbalanced when it comes to you."

Wilson looked at Justine. "Excuse me." She nodded and backed away meekly, and Wilson turned around to face House and Cuddy. "Have a nice walk? I thought you'd be out there a little longer."

"We were rounded up by an Orc in a nurse's uniform and forced to return to Isengard," House replied.

Wilson looked at his watch. "We still have some time left. I think visiting hours end at three." He turned his gaze to Cuddy. "We can have another coffee or...?" Really, it was up to House what he wanted to do but it was heading for three now and if Cuddy wanted to spend the last quarter of an hour or so with House alone, then he was okay with leaving them be.