This is supposed to be what's going through House's head as he tries to survive the 2 months or rehab. Pain isn't the only one on his side. May turn in to a Huddy.
My jaw about fell to the floor when she said it…
"I'm cutting off you're Vicoden"
'What?' he thought. I am not an addict I just found the only way to control my pain that worked. And now they want me to stop. Sure why don't you just kill me now.
"And you're suspended without pay" Wow, this was the final blow. Medicine is pretty much the only thing that keeps me from concentrating on my pain all the time. Without it there is only one thing left to think about.
I couldn't think of any thing to say. This cop was really screwing up my life he took away my meds, my only friend, and now temporarily my practice. How the hell is this legal? I ran out of the office leaving the ducklings in the middle of the DDX. It might be time to uncover that bottle of scotch, I think I'm gonna need it.
Ug, Tritter's deal, rehab or jail. No not jail, it doesn't go well with devastatingly handsome diagnosticians. Then ill end up permanently loosing my medical license. Rehab is my only option or I give up my passion, this is so going to suck. I mind as well go steal a wheel chair cause I'm sure not gonna be able to stand the next few weeks.
I just poured a small shot of scotch and chugged it, then another as I sat at my piano. I was beginning to pound out the notes to something out of memory. I better enjoy this night, it's my last night of freedom. This was getting rather boring, so I glanced at the clock. 8:00 at night on a Wednesday there is gonna be nothing good on T.V. Guess I should turn in early.
Damn that sunlight is bright. My leg seared as I took a step forward, if this is what I have to look forward to just put a gun to my head now and get it over with, Cuddy took my drugs, and Tritter took my stash there is nothing left to take the edge off. Now I have to suffer because of their paranoid opinions. And I have to sit through the torture of a bunch of alcoholics and heroin addict complain about the world and how it steered them that way. If I wanted that I'd look in a mirror.
How can this place be anymore dull? Pale grey walls and a bunch of red chairs arranged in a circle. There was a blond lady sitting in her own chain in the center of the small crowd, I assume she was the one in charge. A few others were at a snack table stuffing their mouths with cookies and punch as she ordered everyone to take their seats. Finally some relief, I need to get off my leg before I collapse.
She started by asking everyone what they were addicted to, And after many responses of alcohol she finally reached me.
After a quick glance at her chart she said, "Dr. House? Same question."
"I am not an addict; I'm only here because some cop is going on a power trip." I fiddled with the empty Vicoden in my pocket.
"Dr. House. May I ask what you have in your pocket?" I gave in. The bottle was empty anyway so I just tossed it to her. She stared at it and read it out loud.
"Hydrocodone… Vicoden?" I just nodded.
"I assume its prescription."
"See that's why I don't need to be here. They are prescribed, so therefore not illegal."
"Do you have a valid reason for these opiates?" she cocked her head questioningly
"In case you didn't notice this" I said holding up my cane "I have a bad leg." I rolled my eyes at her for effect.
"Dr. House there is no need to be rude.'
I gripped at my leg as a storm of pain washed over me. God, where's my Vicoden when I need it. My breaths began to get shallower and I could feel my heart racing. I didn't know how much more of this I could take. They All began to cast glances my way. Great pitying looks.
"Dr. House are you okay?" she got up and set her charts down on her chair.
I now had my leg in a death grip trying to end the painful spasm. Every movement hurt like hell wracking pain through out my entire body. "No, God Damn it. This is why I had the Vicoden."
"Do you want me to call an ambulance?" She was worried and near panic.
"NO! They won't help me anyway." I clenched my teeth down on my lip, almost biting all the way through.
She saw my badge fall from my pocket to the floor. She read it for a moment and dialed a number into her phone. I halfway paid attention through the searing pain.
Three EMT's tried to coax me on to the gurney but my muscles clenched up too much to move. The doors crashed open to the hospital, the ride was a complete blur. My hands still wrapped tight on my thigh. I was at a loss for words, pain clouding my mind and taking it prisoner. The EMT's shouted things to who I thought was my team and Cuddy. I couldn't stand it I closed my eyes and let myself drift into unconscious. The cart wheeled faster and my mind went blank.