Well, that was that.
His life was officially in ruins.
Total, complete, utter ruins.
For a half a second he contemplated strangling himself, but then decided that his life was cliché enough without adding attempted suicide into the mix.
Who does that, he mentally chided himself. Actually, who does that and excepts it to go well?
Obviously me…
Another contemplation, once again thrown out the window.
Well, at least some good things have come out of all of this, he mused.
I won't have to get up early for work now and no more differential calls at three in the morning.
No more checking to make sure his coffee was actually coffee, no more being ridiculed on a daily basis, and no more bruises from being prodded with a cane repeatedly.
No more pretending either.
With a soft sigh, he resigned himself to bed, Licorice and Reese's in tow.
A shrill ring woke him after what seemed like only minutes.
The red numbers said otherwise, reading at 2:45 a.m.
After a moment of searching, he located his phone and thus discovered the source of the ringing.
"Uh, Doctor Chase s…"
"Differential." "Wha.."
"Differential. Get here now. Bring coffee."
Silence.
It seemed like everybody lied.
Including House.
Finis