A/N: Yes this is based of the Nickelback song "Just to Get High", but it is not a song fanfic. It is indeed a slash between Wilson and House so if you don't like, Don't read. Simple as that. Now enjoy ^^ the Drug abusiveness of House.
House was a doctor, he knew how much to give and when to stop, but he never did. He would do anything to get high. Steal from his friends, lie to his parents, spend his pay check on it instead of food, he would do anything to get high. He just needed that buzz, that speed of adrenaline, the need to get hooked. Even if it meant hurting everyone around him, even Wilson. He had been told hundreds of times by Wilson that if he keep pushing his body, he'd end up overdosing himself. All it took was one milligram off, one pill to many, one stick or prick to many. It wouldn't take much till his own body deiced to shut itself off, even it had it's point. House just didn't understand it, he wanted to see how much he could play fate. Tug at his life's string. Tempt the God he didn't believe in.
Tonight just happen to be another on of his nights, his nights to just get high. This time it was different, he didn't want to stop. The rush was getting to his head like it always was, but Wilson was usually there to stop him. Not this time. This time he didn't care if he passed out with the cocaine powder covering him like it was. That is till he heard the door open. "House, sorr-What the hell are you doing?", Wilson stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the coffee table. It was covered with the fine powder and pills. When he looked at House, His face became pained.
"Whats it look like, feeding my addiction.", House never acted like himself when he was on drugs. Not witty remarks, no batter back in forth, he would even walk without his cane claiming he felt no pain. His mind was just so high he didn't notice it.
Wilson was fighting his tears, even as he set down next to him. Everything seemed to be going fast to him, with each pill he watch him pop and every snort he took of that powered from hell. "House...", he choked on his words, ".....Dammit House...There are other ways!"
"This is the more fun one.", he reached down to the remote and turned on the T.V. To some random show.
"How can you say that!", Wilson turned the T.V. Off and grabbed House shoulders, "You're killing yourself!"
"Your point?"
"There are people who care for you!"
"They are?"
"You won't even care if I told you!", Wilson's voice had raised to a yell. His tears won the battle and where freely falling down his cheeks. Yes, everything was happing to fast.
"Then I have no reason to stop my High."
"Thats no reason! It hurts them to see you like this!"
"Your the only on who ever sees me like this!"
"Everyone knows!"
House rolled his eyes as he slapped Wilson's hands away. "Fine, if you don't like me like this then leave.", he said picking up a beer, "This is my apartment anyway, you just happen to have a key to it."
Wilson's felt his mouth fall open as he started blankly at House. This wasn't House, yeah he was an ass, but he would never kick him out. His tears still flowed freely as he looked at him, hurt held his eyes. House didn't notice, he was to high to. Wilson just couldn't see him like this anymore. "House......", Wilson had stood and walked over to the door by now, "......Don't over do it."
"Just leave already Mr. Melodrama!", he heard as he opened the door. He just couldn't stand to see House like this anymore. He needed help...
A/N:Sorry, my writings a little rusty. I swear that chapters will get better, and longer.