Time lingered on, as the cried from the ECT room rung out from down the long daunting hallways.
House woke-up after a few hours sleep to the sound of the birds outside chirping happily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he sat up. Looking around and taking a deep breath in, he was saddened to be in the place he dreaded so much.
To ease his pain, he began pacing his room, until the sun reached its highest peak. When he heard the heavy lock on his door open, he made his way to the communal room where everyone else was either sitting down in one of the ripped up chairs, rocking backwards and forwards, অথবা taunting the silent nurses who stood like armed guards around the large open room.
“Dr.House!” A frail voice came from the far side of the room, where a very old nurse was handing out pills in the tiny paper cups.
“Dr.House!” She called out for a সেকেন্ড time; unbeknownst to her House could walk very far without his cane.
“It’s illegal to discriminate a cripple আপনি know.” House gave a disgusted look at the frayed grey haired woman, who wore spectacles hanging low on the edge of her nose.
She handed him the cup without looking up, her eyes glued to a piece of paper, filled with a তালিকা of names of each patient and their medical needs.
Spinning around, House downed the two red pills he had been given. Looking around at everyone else, he found himself stuck in the twilight zone. Thinking he wasn’t meant to be here, he was reminded why he was with the appearance of figments of Kutner and Amber in the far side of the room. They no longer interacted with him like before, since his stay at the hospital had pushed them back down to only images.
However, প্রতিমূর্তি still meant he could not be let out to practice any form of medicine, not even back রাস্তা surgery.
*
With nothing else to do, he was প্রদত্ত his daily hour-long freedom outside of the building, so he could get fresh air and think আরো clearly.
As he sat down on one of the few wooden benches dotted around the perimeter of the hospital on one of its nine-acre ঘাস verges, he contemplated who he was, and what he had turned himself into.
The clouds where an off white colour with a tinge of grey as their lining; House’s eyes were now a dull blue colour, from sleepless nights and a colourless environment, House had finally succumbed to the darkness of mental illness.
“Hey, I aint seen আপনি around here before.” An old man, in a wheelchair, pulled up পরবর্তি to the bench House was sitting on.
“If আপনি don’t mind me saying, আপনি don’t look nuts to me.”
House rolled his eyes, and sat back on the bench. “Why would I mind that আপনি think I am sane?”
The old man shrugged his shoulders, before he wrapped his thin পোশাক around him as the cold wind blew past him.
“So what are আপনি in here for?” The main scrunched his hands into wrinkled fists to keep his fingertips warm.
“Hallucinations.” The main chortled, which House looked back at him, surprised.
“Seeing dead people eh?” The man had a smirk look on his face, which puzzled House.
“What about আপনি then?” House watched as the man looked out into distance.
“I’ve been here half my life. I have hallucinations too. I could have been out of here thirty years ago, thirty years পূর্বে today actually.”
House rested his elbows on his legs, and balanced his head on the palms of his hands before looking out into the misty distance.
“Why won’t the let আপনি go?”
The old man smiled once more, looking down at his wrinkled hands. “I have nothing to go প্রথমপাতা to.”
This seemed to sink deep into House’s conscious.
“Why should I give them what they want, if all I go প্রথমপাতা to is an empty, old home, and see my sweetheart with her husband and grandchildren. Unless she’s dead দ্বারা now, and the last time I saw her was when she slapped me across the face.”
House smiled at this little piece of humour. Something he hadn’t been able to feel throughout his whole time here.
“I have nothing else to live for, not now anyway.”
The old man looked deeply at House, before he sat himself up straight and handed him a cigarette.
“Here.”
The old man’s frail hand was reached out, with a small packet of cigarettes and a match, House instantly reached for one, and then lit the match on the metal edge of the bench.
As House found relief at the end of a cigarette, he blew it out into the open air.
“Do আপনি have someone waiting for you?”
House pondered for a moment, as he began to fidget slightly he looked back at the old man.
“I think so.”
House stopped himself from going farther, he still couldn’t fully admit to anything right now.
The old man, fixing his robe, began coughing slightly.
“Well, if আপনি don’t mind me imposing some wisdom; get out of here, as quick as আপনি can. Even if it’s just a flicker, be thankful it’s something.”
House nodded in acknowledgment at the old man, and the old man smiled back, before he began coughing again.
Within a minute, nurses in an all white ensemble cam down the verge to wheel him back inside, away from the cold.
House watched as he was taken back towards the building, and he seemed to realise the daunting task of co-operating when he is torn between solitude and the world.
House woke-up after a few hours sleep to the sound of the birds outside chirping happily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he sat up. Looking around and taking a deep breath in, he was saddened to be in the place he dreaded so much.
To ease his pain, he began pacing his room, until the sun reached its highest peak. When he heard the heavy lock on his door open, he made his way to the communal room where everyone else was either sitting down in one of the ripped up chairs, rocking backwards and forwards, অথবা taunting the silent nurses who stood like armed guards around the large open room.
“Dr.House!” A frail voice came from the far side of the room, where a very old nurse was handing out pills in the tiny paper cups.
“Dr.House!” She called out for a সেকেন্ড time; unbeknownst to her House could walk very far without his cane.
“It’s illegal to discriminate a cripple আপনি know.” House gave a disgusted look at the frayed grey haired woman, who wore spectacles hanging low on the edge of her nose.
She handed him the cup without looking up, her eyes glued to a piece of paper, filled with a তালিকা of names of each patient and their medical needs.
Spinning around, House downed the two red pills he had been given. Looking around at everyone else, he found himself stuck in the twilight zone. Thinking he wasn’t meant to be here, he was reminded why he was with the appearance of figments of Kutner and Amber in the far side of the room. They no longer interacted with him like before, since his stay at the hospital had pushed them back down to only images.
However, প্রতিমূর্তি still meant he could not be let out to practice any form of medicine, not even back রাস্তা surgery.
*
With nothing else to do, he was প্রদত্ত his daily hour-long freedom outside of the building, so he could get fresh air and think আরো clearly.
As he sat down on one of the few wooden benches dotted around the perimeter of the hospital on one of its nine-acre ঘাস verges, he contemplated who he was, and what he had turned himself into.
The clouds where an off white colour with a tinge of grey as their lining; House’s eyes were now a dull blue colour, from sleepless nights and a colourless environment, House had finally succumbed to the darkness of mental illness.
“Hey, I aint seen আপনি around here before.” An old man, in a wheelchair, pulled up পরবর্তি to the bench House was sitting on.
“If আপনি don’t mind me saying, আপনি don’t look nuts to me.”
House rolled his eyes, and sat back on the bench. “Why would I mind that আপনি think I am sane?”
The old man shrugged his shoulders, before he wrapped his thin পোশাক around him as the cold wind blew past him.
“So what are আপনি in here for?” The main scrunched his hands into wrinkled fists to keep his fingertips warm.
“Hallucinations.” The main chortled, which House looked back at him, surprised.
“Seeing dead people eh?” The man had a smirk look on his face, which puzzled House.
“What about আপনি then?” House watched as the man looked out into distance.
“I’ve been here half my life. I have hallucinations too. I could have been out of here thirty years ago, thirty years পূর্বে today actually.”
House rested his elbows on his legs, and balanced his head on the palms of his hands before looking out into the misty distance.
“Why won’t the let আপনি go?”
The old man smiled once more, looking down at his wrinkled hands. “I have nothing to go প্রথমপাতা to.”
This seemed to sink deep into House’s conscious.
“Why should I give them what they want, if all I go প্রথমপাতা to is an empty, old home, and see my sweetheart with her husband and grandchildren. Unless she’s dead দ্বারা now, and the last time I saw her was when she slapped me across the face.”
House smiled at this little piece of humour. Something he hadn’t been able to feel throughout his whole time here.
“I have nothing else to live for, not now anyway.”
The old man looked deeply at House, before he sat himself up straight and handed him a cigarette.
“Here.”
The old man’s frail hand was reached out, with a small packet of cigarettes and a match, House instantly reached for one, and then lit the match on the metal edge of the bench.
As House found relief at the end of a cigarette, he blew it out into the open air.
“Do আপনি have someone waiting for you?”
House pondered for a moment, as he began to fidget slightly he looked back at the old man.
“I think so.”
House stopped himself from going farther, he still couldn’t fully admit to anything right now.
The old man, fixing his robe, began coughing slightly.
“Well, if আপনি don’t mind me imposing some wisdom; get out of here, as quick as আপনি can. Even if it’s just a flicker, be thankful it’s something.”
House nodded in acknowledgment at the old man, and the old man smiled back, before he began coughing again.
Within a minute, nurses in an all white ensemble cam down the verge to wheel him back inside, away from the cold.
House watched as he was taken back towards the building, and he seemed to realise the daunting task of co-operating when he is torn between solitude and the world.
I was পাঠ করা up on opiate withdrawal and apparently আপনি can go through withdrawal not just to stop taking the drug, Vicodin in House’s case, but to reduce the amount you’re taking.
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the পরবর্তি morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the মহাকাশ of a horrible 24 ঘন্টা detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every ঘন্টা অথবা so like before.
Short and simple :)
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the পরবর্তি morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the মহাকাশ of a horrible 24 ঘন্টা detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every ঘন্টা অথবা so like before.
Short and simple :)