Pain in the House

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He knew that today wasn't going to be a good day right from the start. He woke up with his leg screaming and his head echoing the pain he felt. Of course the quick fix was taking some Vicodin and heading into work, hoping for an easy day. The ride in took his mind off his pain, but it didn't completely vanish in the wind that his motorcycle created.

He hoped to sneak into his office and collapse in a chair or the floor, but the ducklings were in the conference room with a new case. He walked in the room, but didn't say anything. Talking and lights made his head throb and just the simple task of walking made his leg hurt. His actions would probably speak for themselves he thought and the team would get that he didn't feel well without him causing more pain by talking. He was right. Cameron was of course the first one to notice anything.

"Are you feeling ok?"

Chase and Foreman weren't far behind.

"You look like hell."

"What were you up to last night, or was it this morning?"

House had had about enough; all he wanted to do was sleep.

"Does everyone have to have an opinion? Tell me about the case so I can send you all the hell out of here."

That shut them up quickly and with a five minute briefing about their newest patient House did exactly what he had intended to do and sent them out.


He had just gotten comfortable and was starting to relax his pain away when Wilson came in his office and discovered House on the floor with his feet up on his desk chair. Wilson could tell by House's coloring and overall appearance that he wasn't himself, which meant that he would be a grumpy, short fused version of House today. Wilson didn't want to disturb him, but he knew that House knew that he was there.

"You look like hell, how do you feel?"

"Shit Wilson. I feel like shit."

"What's bothering you today to make you feel this way?"

"If I knew that I would have fixed it. My leg hurts and my head hurts, both about the same amount. Vicodin can only do so much."

Just then Wilson realized that the blinds were drawn and the lights were off. His head must really hurt, with light and possibly sound sensitivity.

"You're light and sound sensitive aren't you?"

"You betcha. Nauseous too."

"Did you have Foreman take a look?"

"Why so the whole team could worry and bother me all day? No I figured I'd save that job for you."

"Well what would you like me to do then? You know I'm gonna shine a bright light in your eyes and it's gonna hurt like you wouldn't believe."

"Yeah I got that. Let me sleep for a while and I'll let you know what's going on. So get out of here."

"Alright, but I'll be back later."

Wilson met the team in the hall and told them not to bug House unless it was necessary. All he said was that House had a headache, much like the one he gave to himself to prove Lieberman wrong and that he was trying to sleep it off. The team remembered that headache and how he basically slept in the office for a day. Cameron also remembered finding him tripping in the locker room to get rid of the headache. They all entered the conference room quietly and tried not to disturb House who was in his office.


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