027 [video;
The cameras would appear to have caught two doctors in an intimate moment, one with his arms wrapped tightly around the other who doesn't seem to be responding in kind. The scene may seem less tender after the sound switches on.
"...I had a nightmare once. I was in the rainforest. After a harrowing escape from natives I stepped into quicksand. It was nice to wake up. Because I knew I would never know what that felt like. Until this very moment."
"Right, you're the only one who feels trapped in this situation. You fell on me."
"I can't fall. That's what the cane is for. Try another excuse."
"No, the cane is so you fall less. You can still fall. You just did."
There's an irritated silence. It stretches out.
"Hope you weren't planning on sitting down any time soon."
More silence because House is thinking. And not sitting is not going to work.
"You know, if I break your arms we're free and you get a vacation."
"Not happening."
Slower and louder with more feeling: "Vay-cay-shon."
"My hands are stuck to you. Not just my arms. Everything. We can spend the day stuck like this or we can spend the day stuck like this in traction. Which do you think sounds more fun?"
"What we need is a sedative."
There's just a sigh from the shorter man, and Chase lets his forehead sink to House's shoulder because it happens to be exactly the right level for despairing on. A few moments later he speaks into the jacket fabric, sounding disturbed.
"...House?"
"...You're stuck like that now, aren't you?"
"Wha... no." Chase tilts his head back though, just in case, and clears his throat awkwardly.
"I need to pee."