He doesn’t get to have any breakfast the next morning, but when they leave for the hospital, Wilson packs along a container of pancakes and a little jar full of syrup. He packs his lion, rubber duck, and a bottle of Vicodin. He supposes that once he’s old again he won’t want Lion and Duck, but right now he does.
“We can come home to have breakfast,” House points out as they get into the car. “After.”
“They want you to stick around for a few hours, for observation,” Wilson reminds him.