As if on cue, there's a heavy thump on the other side of the door, and House can feel the electricity humming just a short distance away. "Go screw yourself, Gray!" Will might have sympathy. House's is limited. Far more limited, when his hand is a mess of wood shrapnel and second and third degree burns. Dire thoughts of gangrene play across his mind.

He slides down to sitting against the door to hold it. "How was the... mm... the ECT?" No bite guards included this time.