Author's Note: I do not own House, M.D. or anything associated with it. Wish I did, but I don't.
Nor do I own anything associated with the song used in the drabble. Though, I did get the idea from another H/W fic involving someone's iPod on shuffle. I can't find it now, but I did want to credit the author for giving me inspiration. :D

Song: Pink – Don't Let Me Get Me
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House was lying on the couch, wrists wrapped up tightly in bloody gauze; his body gleamed with sweat due to his lack of vicodin, and his muscles cramped. His right leg seized up in pain, and that was the catalyst of him downing the entire bottle of advil.

I was always in a fight 'cause I can't do nothing right...

House fell to the floor, shaking. He knew what he had done, but it was the only way to ease the pain. Forever, hopefully. He couldn't stand the torture any longer.

Knock. Knock.

He knew who it was without even needing to get up and check. There was only one person who was as stubborn as he was. Stubborn in the sense that no matter how much he hurt the man on the other side of the door, he would always come back and save him. Oddly enough, House suddenly didn't want to die anymore. His head fell back in guilt.

I can't take the person staring back at me. I'm a hazard to myself.

Knock. Knock. Slam.

"House?" It was Jimmy. He sounded concerned, like always.

The elder doctor couldn't think straight, but somehow he made himself cough up most of what he had swallowed.

Don't let me get me. I'm my own worst enemy.

Knock. Slam. Bang. "House, open up right now!"

He couldn't if he had tried. His body was responding to all the pills he couldn't force up, and his eyes were drooping.

Jimmy forced the door open and rushed to House's side, dialing 9-1-1 as he knelt on the floor beside the diagnostician.

"I'm sorry..." were the last words House remembered saying before passing out cold.