[He doesn't, and House considers hanging up. But as much fun as it is lying around, recovering from having his hand cut off, there are only so many times he can go over the network archives and information they've collected before he needs something else. Will, to his credit, can be entertaining, but he's also one person who needs space on occasion. Pestering him constantly isn't conducive to anything.]

You're walking, you're talking, you can hear, you can see. Not one of the major senses that've been impacted, then, unless it's smell or taste and who actually cares about those? [House pauses to cough and tastes blood, per usual.] Your memories for here are intact, what about before? Remember ever not being in Norfinbury?