Surviving Misery

Chapter 1

Gregory House was driving in the rain from a bar to his apartment. He had downed a lot of alcohol in an attempt to forget the events that occurred that day. The road was a black, slick blur with random flicks of yellow. He looked down at his radio, it was 11:46pm. When he looked up, there was three cars headed toward him. He swerved to avoid them, but to no avail. His head hit the steering wheel immediately on impact, giving him a concussion. His head then hit the back of his seat as his body flew to the left of the car. The passenger window shattered, and painted his body in fragments of glass.

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Lisa Cuddy walked into House's office, wanting to remind him of his clinic obligations that he had the next day. She quickly saw Cameron, Chase, and Foreman, but no House. Normally at 1:32am that would be no surprise, but House had a patient an ICU with no known diagnosis and he said he'd meet them at 12:30am. Cuddy had become worried, but she refused to show it to House's team.

"Any word from Dr. House yet?" Cuddy asked his team, hoping he had called about being late.

"No, nothing," Cameron stated plainly.

"Who saw him last?" Cuddy questioned, wanting clues about his where abouts.

"That would be me. He had a phone call, then just kinda began blankly staring. He left a couple minutes later." Chase told her as he tossed House's tennis ball.

The phine rang and Foreman answered it. A few minutes later, he hung up and looked at the group.

"They found House about two miles from his apartment. He was in a pretty bad car wreck, he hit another car head on. He's sustained a lot of injuries, but he's on his way here via helicopter." Foreman explained.

"Then I'll stay here. You all go on home and get some sleep," Cameron suggested.

"Thanks, if you get any information about him call me," Cuddy said as she headed for the door.

"Me too," Foreman said before he left the office.

Cuddy left the room, but she did not leave the building. She went to her office and sat down in her chair. Tears flooded her eyes, as she laid her head in her arms.

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Chase looked at Cameron, a little concerned.

"Do you want me to stay?" He asked.

"No. I'll be fine. Go home, get some rest." Cameron replied before leaving the office.

Cameron went straight toward the emergency room entrance, to wait on House's arrival. Three minutes later he arrived on a stretcher, covered in blood.

"He has seven major wounds from where the glass had broke from the window. He was found unconscious at the scene and has lost a lot of blood. He has a nasty bruise on his head, so there is probably some neurological damage. His arm broke at the shoulder, and you might want to do an x-ray of his chest. The air bag may have caused a chest problem." The EMT person explained.

"Thank you." Cameron said as they pushed House into the emergency room.

Six hours later House was in his own room, covered in bandages. He had forty-six stitches to close all of his wounds, that mostly occurred from the glass. He had three wounds on his chest, one on his arm, one on his leg, and one in his side. His left arm was in a cast and securely locked into place so the bone could heal properly. His chest x-ray came back clean and the MRI showed a major concussion but nothing permanent. Cameron sat down in a chair next to his bed and called everyone on their cell. After everyone had received the message, she had curled up in a chair and fell asleep.

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Lisa Cuddy headed toward House's room after the she had went to the lab. As she walked past House's room, she found Cameron sleeping. Cuddy carefully crept into his room and lightly tapped Cameron on the shoulder.

"Why don't you go home, Alison. I can sit in for a while. I'll call you if anything changes." Cuddy suggested.

"Alright. But do call me if he changes." Cameron replied.

"I promise." Cuddy replied.

Cameron left the room and Cuddy took her place in the chair, after she scooted it as close to the bed as possible. She laid the papers she had carried in on the table, then stared at House.

"What happened House?"

"How did you know that I was awake?" House asked as he opened his eyes.

"I've known you long enough to know when you're faking." Cuddy replied, "Now what happened?"

"I hit a car. Didn't you read the report? I did, fascinating stuff."

"What happened to you to make you drink enough alcohol that your BAC level on admission was O.28%?" Cuddy asked in a serious tone.

"My leg hurt. Alcohol numbs the pain."

"You're lying. You know as well as I do that I know when you're lying. Your pain wasn't the reason you were drinking. What was the reason Greg? What could drive you to a bar, this late at night?"

"It's none of your business," House declared as his mind traced his steps from the previous day.

"The hell it's not. You're my employee House. You're my friend and I care about you. I'm worried about you, so worried that I bribed and threatened the lab technician into changing your results to clear you of having any alcohol in your system. This is the only copy of your true BAC level. So what happened?" Cuddy asked as she ripped up the results.

"If you were smarter, you would've blackmailed me with those," House said as she scooted herself close to his bed.

"I don't lower myself to those standards. So what happened Greg? I want to help you, but I can't unless I know all the facts." Cuddy pleaded.

House sat their in silence for a few minutes as he thought about what had happened. He debated telling her then finally decided he might as well tell her. He could use someone to talk to.

A/N: Alright guys, this is the first chapter. I'll do my best to publish next chapter soon. Please reviews are appreciated and loved, so tell me what you think or how I can make it better. Thanks