Prologue
House and Wilson pull up to a bar in Florida. It has already been four months. Wilson looks around the bar and sees young people drinking and dancing. He turns to House and looks at him. "Those people are having the time of their lives. I can't believe it has already been four months. I can't lie, I'm scared of death House."
"Please don't say you love me, and why be afraid of it? Death is just a long sleep. Except you never wake up. These four months have been great, I have to say the hot dog eating contest you entered was one of the best memories." House responded. Wilson looked at him and laughed as if he never laughed before. "But I won though, so it was all good." he said.
"Yeah, you won coupons to Jack's Hot Dog Heaven, and used them all right after the contest." House smiled. The bartender approached them, "What would you gentlemen like?" Wilson thought for a moment. "I'll start with a shot of vodka. The best vodka you got." House rolled his eyes. "I'll have some scotch." The bartender left them and House looked at Wilson.
"So is "Kyle" back now?"
"No, I just want to get wasted."
"That's easy then."
"What do you mean?"
House yelled for the bartender. "Also brings us three shots of vodka, rum, whiskey, gin and whatever else you got." Wilson stared at him worried.
"You said you wanted to get wasted, I'm just helping a friend out." Wilson smiled and shook his head. "Same old House, don't change when I'm gone...well just stop being an ass."
"I'll do my best."
A few hours later, the bar was empty. Wilson took his 13th shot of vodka and he started laughing nonstop. House took his 15th shot of vodka and rum. "Wilson, how do you feel? You wasted yet?"
"Who are you?" Wilson said while laughing his head off.
"I'll take that as a yes." Wilson paid the bill and left a tip for the bartender. House helped him up and he was stumbling to the door. Once outside, Wilson pushed House away and puked on the sidewalk. "Feel better yet?" House asked. Wilson looked at him and laughed. He opened his mouth to reply but instead he puked again. "Lucky for us our hotel is down the road." House said. He began to walk and Wilson quickly followed still stumbling.
Once they got in their room, Wilson laid on his bed and House went to his bed. "House, do you think these past few months were good?" House looked at him.
"Of course, its been the best few months of my life. Oh, I almost forgot, I had a gift for you." House reaches under his bed and pulls out a small box, he opens it and pulls out a small bag. "House...what is it?"
"Its pot, wanna smoke some pot? You ain't cool if you don't smoke." House grins.
"No! House I will NOT smoke pot with you!"
"Why not? It's a lot safer than all the liquor we drunk earlier."
"Because it's against the law, that's why!"
"Come on... you are dying, live a little, that is what we were doing the past few months is making your life full filled, now fill it with some herbs. Ever heard of YOLO? You only live once buddy." Wilson looks at him.
"Fine. I'll smoke with you, it's not like I have anything to lose."
"That's the spirit!" House rolled two joints. Tossed one to Wilson. House lit his joint up and tossed the lighter to Wilson. He lit his and he took a few puffs and started coughing. House laughed at him. "I feel funny House."
"You feel mellow, relaxed, you have no worries. Right?"
"Yes, that is exactly how I feel."
"See the "man" doesn't want us to have this."
"Those bastards." House laughed at Wilson.
"The natural pain killer. This is what our Founding Fathers smoked too." About 15 minutes later they both finished their joints and Wilson passed out. House smiled and laughed and he eventually went to sleep without any worries or pain.
The alarm clock started ringing and it woke House up. It was 7:00 am. He got out of bed and walked to Wilson's bed. "Wilson, it is time to wake up." he shooked Wilson. No response. House shooked him more and said his name more. Again, no response. Worried, House checked for pulse. Wilson died in his sleep during the night. Once House knew he was dead, his eyes started to get teary. "Goodbye Wilson...goodbye bestfriend." House said to himself. He cried and he felt angry, he tossed chairs across the room, knocked down pictures and punched holes into the walls.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. House waited a few minutes and he answered it. It was a sheriff. "Gregory House?"
"Y...yes." House replied. The sheriff pushed him against the wall and cuffed him. We have a warrant for your arrest. Anything you say, will or do will be used against you in the court of law." House thought to himself that his world finally fell apart...
