"It's fine," he assured Wilson, glancing over at Greg. "I've been poked and prodded in every way possible this week. Just do what you need to do. It's shocking how fast you get over it all."

He let Wilson do what he needed to, but his gaze kept drifting to House. He was grateful for all this, he really was, but part of him wanted to just go to bed. To hide under the covers and never come out. The idea of sleeping forever was beyond tempting.