Wilson stands around the corner from the piano at the loft he shares with Gregory House, his longtime friend. He watches the older man finger the keys, listening to the ethereal sounds produced. House doesn't know he's standing there, hiding. Wilson had come home early, after the death of a particularly brave five year old with terminal leukemia. Now, late at night, House sits relishing in one of the few moments of peace that his troubled soul is granted. A bottle of Vicodin sits on the ledge of the piano, open, with a couple of pills spilling out. On the opposite side of the piano, a couple empty beer cans perch. Wilson closes his eyes, swaying to the music; until the sound abruptly stops.
"House! House!" Wilson screams, rushing to House, who is slumped over and unconscious, his face pressed against the keys. The sound produced from the impact is still resonating throughout the air.
He checks for a pulse. It's slow, but it's there. Without another moment's delay he pulls out his cell phone and dials 911.
In record time, Wilson stands alone in the waiting room at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. He hasn't heard back from the ER doctors since House was brought in, but it would only be a matter of time until his suspicions were confirmed. It was a drug overdose. Of course it was a drug overdose. When was Wilson going to stop reinforcing House's god-awful behavior by continuously writing those prescriptions?
Wilson could almost hear House's voice in his head, over and over again, repeating, "I'm in pain. Every day. The Vicodin lets me do my job."
"I can't keep watching House kill himself. This time… this overdose… is going to be the last time. I care about him too much to watch him wither away," Wilson thought.
Around fifteen minutes later, an ER nurse approaches Wilson. "I have some good news and some bad news for you, Dr. Wilson. The good is that Dr. House is now stable and resting. The bad is that he appears to have had an overdose on his prescribed pain medication Vicodin… we had to pump his stomach. Dr. House should be fine in a couple days, but…"
"I know," Wilson cut off. "I'll talk to him."