House knew the answer to his question long before he asked. Psychic and all... though it was more a rhetorical question anyway. He wasn't looking for permission, or even approval... and opening the door, he stepped through lightly, getting used to the ease quickly. "I'll get someone to get a wheelchair for you. Easier when it's outside the bathroom."

Once through the door, and closing it behind him, Greg couldn't resist a final jab, and he leaned up against it, and his voice rose to carry. "Oh... and hope you have a high tolerance for pain. The leg'll be acting up soon, if it hasn't already. The keys to the medicine cabinet are in the bedstand." See how much the pain is in 'his head', and how much is real; Particularly after Scott gets a good look at the damage-ravaged musculature.