My first fan-fiction please enjoy.

Lyrics are by Houston calls.

I'm about to live the life you thought we'd live together. I said you'd leave you said you wouldn't I guess I knew you better

Cuddy slammed the door storming down the corridor, anger bubbled inside her and she knew just who to direct it at. "House!" she yelled opening the door to his office; it was empty and she cursed under her breath "House?" she shouted again, making sure he wasn't hiding when she heard a low groan from behind his desk.
Frowning she made her way round, "Oh god," she dropped to her knees, "House, can you hear me?" He opened his eyes slowly,

"M kay," he whispered and she ignored him checking his pulse and frowned, it was low, and she reached for her pager.

"Can I help you down there Doctor Cuddy? "She heard Chase's voice form the doorway, and she stood up a bit, "Get a nurse, quick, House has collapsed." Chase seemed shocked, but it was momentary as he ran out the room.
Two nurses ran in wheeling a gurney followed by Chase, Foreman and Cameron, they got House onto the gurney,"I'm fine," he said but he was ignored and wheeled out. "How long has he been like this?" Foreman asked and Cuddy shook her head "He was like it when I came in, don't know."
"Vicodin overdose?" Cameron suggested and everyone looked at her knowing she had voiced the one thing they had all thought. Cuddy sighed, "Okay, Chase, go get blood cultures to test for drugs, Foreman, make sure he stays stable and check for fever, Cameron go see Wilson let him know what's going on." They all left to leave but Cuddy stopped them, hands on her hips, "If it is an overdose nobody finds out, we can not let this get out."

They all rushed from the room, focused on their job, Chase and Foreman followed the direction of the gurney while Cameron split off her heart pounding in her chest, worry over House and anxiety over having to tell Wilson, over everyone she knew he was the only one that seemed to have any impact on House whether morally or ethically. She found him in one of the examinations rooms talking calmly to a patient who was holding a small angry crying baby, "Doctor Wilson can I see you a moment please?" He looked round putting down his stethoscope
"Is it necessary Doctor Cameron, I'm kinda busy."
"It's about House," she said and he rolled his eyes and she could see the question in his eyes, what has he done now.
The entered the deserted waiting room and Cameron sighed, "What's he done?" Wilson asked, placing his hands on his hips "He's collapsed," she answered and his expression changed from annoyance to shock and worry, "What? How? Is he in the hospital now? "
Cameron held up a hand trying to calm him down, "We're not sure how Cuddy found him in his office about five minuets ago we were thinking an accidental overdose or some kind of reaction to the vicodin." Wilson sighed
"Keep me posted, I'll be up after this examination, any change you'll page me?"
She nodded, "of course."