Part 1
As the clock stuck 8 pm, he knew that it was time. He was going to carry out his plan. He ate his last meal, Macadamia Nut pancakes. That was his favorite. Once when his best friend, James Wilson, got kicked out of his house and stayed with him and made him pancakes. Well, actually he stole them, but they had been his favorite ever sense. He remembered this as he ate.
Ding... 8:30. He got up and limped over to his medicine cabinet. He passed a picture of Allison Cameron, his fiancee, as he walked. He thought about how much this would hurt her. How much this would hurt everyone he knew. Forman, Chase, Cuddy, Wilson, maybe even Stacey. He pulled out a long syringe full of morphine. "Well, this is it." He thought to himself as he limped into his living room. He flopped down on the couch and put the syringe up to his arm. "No going back now." He said quietly. He knew that everyone died eventually, but he couldn't deny that he wasn't scared. He pushed on the syringe and felt the medicine flow into his blood stream. It wouldn't be long now...
He started to feel extremely relaxed. He didn't believe in seeing things before you die. But, House can't always be right, can he? He saw himself as a small boy shivering in the cold. He saw an incredibly awkward teenage boy being made fun of. He cringed at the sight of his father still abusing him at the age of 16. He saw himself in his dorm room bed with Cuddy. The day he met Wilson...The day he graduated...The day he got his job at Princeton-Plainsboro...The day he proposed to Stacey....The day she left... The day he diagnosed his infarction...His first date with Allison...He got shot in the hospital...The first time he kissed Allison...When he proposed...
It was too much, too many memories... then it all went black.
He was gone...