Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I use them in profit only for fun. (edited-28.05.08)
This may be spoilers as it was idea from season four episode of House's head. Thank you Serena89 for beta my story. I need a beta reader for my stories, someone who good at English better then me. Send me a message. thanks.
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Dark but grey bedroom was waiting for someone to sleep in. The curtain was drawn and a little bit of sunshine was shining through the window toward the
corner of the bed, in the middle of the room. Messy, maybe, but it looked like a piece of art from Tate modern.
House could walk though the bedroom with out his cane, well he was more like hopping to his bed, taking off his messy light blue shirt and then his navy blue zeppelin t-shirt to show a full olive colour chest. Little bit of a six pack on him but ever so muscular and gorgeous.
He pulled his trainer off with his foot and then other one with his right hand, and throw his trainers halfway across the room next to the cupboard mirror.
House pull his navy washed jeans down to his ankles, in the mirror he can see his legs. He's muscular toned legs, then he look up to scarred left leg. Holding on to it with his left hand and rubbing it up and down to dull down the pain from the left, but the pain was there, always is. He remove his jean and places them untidy on the floor next to the bed.
House lifted his left leg on his bed, under the duvet, then placed his right leg in the duvet and tucked himself in the covers. He tried to sleep, but his eyes would not close.
House turn around to bedside table and gets his Vicodin and some sleeping pills from his drawer beside him. Taking two of each medicine, without water, then House place his head on his pillow and looked up at the ceiling, staring at the blacks for it.