Two days had passed, and it was now two o’clock in the morning. House was at home, sitting with a blanket wrapped around himself as he broke out into cold sweats. The price for going back to his old ways, his body was playing catch-up to his addiction issues. His face was grey, his trembling hands and feeling of nausea were easier to deal with than if he was in a full-blown detox. Losing time, and trying to stop the room from spinning around him, House fell back into the sofa.
A faint sound of knocking on his door, echoed deep in his mind, the loud sound of footsteps approaching unnerved him. It was Wilson, checking up on House after numerous failed attempts of getting in contact with him.
Rushing over to his friend, Wilson grabbed hold of House’s body to lift him into a sitting position before he checked his pulse. It was racing; Wilson brought House to his feet, and moved him to his car. Wilson knew it was a crazy idea, but it was better to keep this quiet than to alert the whole hospital দ্বারা calling an ambulance.
“House…I’m taking আপনি to the hospital.” Slumped in the passenger seat, House tried to speak. “Wait. You…you can’t.” Wilson turned on the ignition, and sighed as he pulled away from the kerb. Driving as fast as he could to the hospital as House’s vision began to blur, until he passed out.
The hospital was quiet; most of the staff had gone home. Wilson had managed to get House to a secure private room where he hooked him up to an IV, and dialysis to clean his body of the excess amount of drugs he had abused in the মহাকাশ of a week.
Wilson waited at the শীর্ষ of the bed, the moonlight providing the only light in the room until Wilson switched on a lamp. Wilson held his head in his hands, once আরো he had witnessed his best বন্ধু self-destructive nature nearly kill him. He sat, and waited patiently.
“…Wilson.” Wilson’s head looked up and met the eyes of a strung out House. “Why am I at the hospital?” Wilson stood up, and stood পরবর্তি to the bed, his face unable to contain his anger and frustration.
“You’re lucky I had a key…you’re were comatose, I had to bring আপনি here to get rid of the extra Vicodin you’ve been binging on.” Wilson managed to control his anguish, with House looking disappointed in himself, humiliated almost.
“I don’t know…how it happened.” House seemed genuinely shocked to be in this position once more. “I don’t even remember the last couple of days.” House tried to sit up, with a pain in his face as he did so.
“You probably didn’t even know what আপনি where doing, you’re body overruled your mind.” House shook his head, still unwilling to acknowledge his lack of will power and control.
“Does she know?” Wilson looked out of the door, before shaking his head. “No, I put আপনি under a pseudonym.” House looked up at Wilson and nodded his head, “Thank you.” Wilson smiled weakly. “I’ll be back in the morning, take আপনি off dialyses and then…” House seemed to find his sarcastic tone again, “Fix me?” Wilson walked away before turning back with a look of regret on his face, “You’re unfixable House. I think we both know that now…” Wilson left, leaving House looking away with sadness and worry in his eyes.
Something on the bedside cabinet caught his eye, the sonogram picture. As he picked it up, he noticed there was something written on the back of it.
“Our baby girl.” It was signed with a হৃদয় and a cursive letter L. House ripped it in half as he became angry, soon enough regretting doing so. His anger turned to misery, even though he didn’t shed a tear, he felt a deep and hurtful pain inside.
*
The morning after, Cuddy checked the admittance chart of the পূর্ববর্তি nights as per usual. Nothing stood out, until she saw ‘Dr. James Wilson’ and his signature on the sheet. Confused দ্বারা the time it was clocked in, she made her way to the room his patient had been assigned to.
As she arrived, she looked through the window and could see House asleep. Not wanting to disturb him, she gently opened up the door and stood at the শীর্ষ of the bed; Her face overcome with shock, not knowing the reason behind the secrecy, as she looked over his sullen face and greyish blue hands she noticed the ripped sonogram picture in his hand. A look of disgust, with tears filling her eyes, she turned and left. As the door closed behind her, House woke-up suddenly, he looked around in confusion before the smell of লেবু and ফুলেরসাজি made him close his eyes. He knew that scent only belonged to Cuddy, his face suddenly tensed as he fell backwards in despair.
Joining the ripped sonogram picture together, he let out a deep and heavy sigh before placing it back on the bedside cabinet and getting himself up out of the বিছানা to change back into his clothes. Taking the IV out of his arm, unhooking the dialyses machine, a heavy sense of acknowledgment about how he had now become his own worst enemy as he zipped up his jeans and buttoned his shirt, and stood there...
A faint sound of knocking on his door, echoed deep in his mind, the loud sound of footsteps approaching unnerved him. It was Wilson, checking up on House after numerous failed attempts of getting in contact with him.
Rushing over to his friend, Wilson grabbed hold of House’s body to lift him into a sitting position before he checked his pulse. It was racing; Wilson brought House to his feet, and moved him to his car. Wilson knew it was a crazy idea, but it was better to keep this quiet than to alert the whole hospital দ্বারা calling an ambulance.
“House…I’m taking আপনি to the hospital.” Slumped in the passenger seat, House tried to speak. “Wait. You…you can’t.” Wilson turned on the ignition, and sighed as he pulled away from the kerb. Driving as fast as he could to the hospital as House’s vision began to blur, until he passed out.
The hospital was quiet; most of the staff had gone home. Wilson had managed to get House to a secure private room where he hooked him up to an IV, and dialysis to clean his body of the excess amount of drugs he had abused in the মহাকাশ of a week.
Wilson waited at the শীর্ষ of the bed, the moonlight providing the only light in the room until Wilson switched on a lamp. Wilson held his head in his hands, once আরো he had witnessed his best বন্ধু self-destructive nature nearly kill him. He sat, and waited patiently.
“…Wilson.” Wilson’s head looked up and met the eyes of a strung out House. “Why am I at the hospital?” Wilson stood up, and stood পরবর্তি to the bed, his face unable to contain his anger and frustration.
“You’re lucky I had a key…you’re were comatose, I had to bring আপনি here to get rid of the extra Vicodin you’ve been binging on.” Wilson managed to control his anguish, with House looking disappointed in himself, humiliated almost.
“I don’t know…how it happened.” House seemed genuinely shocked to be in this position once more. “I don’t even remember the last couple of days.” House tried to sit up, with a pain in his face as he did so.
“You probably didn’t even know what আপনি where doing, you’re body overruled your mind.” House shook his head, still unwilling to acknowledge his lack of will power and control.
“Does she know?” Wilson looked out of the door, before shaking his head. “No, I put আপনি under a pseudonym.” House looked up at Wilson and nodded his head, “Thank you.” Wilson smiled weakly. “I’ll be back in the morning, take আপনি off dialyses and then…” House seemed to find his sarcastic tone again, “Fix me?” Wilson walked away before turning back with a look of regret on his face, “You’re unfixable House. I think we both know that now…” Wilson left, leaving House looking away with sadness and worry in his eyes.
Something on the bedside cabinet caught his eye, the sonogram picture. As he picked it up, he noticed there was something written on the back of it.
“Our baby girl.” It was signed with a হৃদয় and a cursive letter L. House ripped it in half as he became angry, soon enough regretting doing so. His anger turned to misery, even though he didn’t shed a tear, he felt a deep and hurtful pain inside.
*
The morning after, Cuddy checked the admittance chart of the পূর্ববর্তি nights as per usual. Nothing stood out, until she saw ‘Dr. James Wilson’ and his signature on the sheet. Confused দ্বারা the time it was clocked in, she made her way to the room his patient had been assigned to.
As she arrived, she looked through the window and could see House asleep. Not wanting to disturb him, she gently opened up the door and stood at the শীর্ষ of the bed; Her face overcome with shock, not knowing the reason behind the secrecy, as she looked over his sullen face and greyish blue hands she noticed the ripped sonogram picture in his hand. A look of disgust, with tears filling her eyes, she turned and left. As the door closed behind her, House woke-up suddenly, he looked around in confusion before the smell of লেবু and ফুলেরসাজি made him close his eyes. He knew that scent only belonged to Cuddy, his face suddenly tensed as he fell backwards in despair.
Joining the ripped sonogram picture together, he let out a deep and heavy sigh before placing it back on the bedside cabinet and getting himself up out of the বিছানা to change back into his clothes. Taking the IV out of his arm, unhooking the dialyses machine, a heavy sense of acknowledgment about how he had now become his own worst enemy as he zipped up his jeans and buttoned his shirt, and stood there...