Pain
A/N: I do not own 'House M.D.' apparently my job just doesn't pay me enough so that I can buy it.
Chapter 1 Vicodin
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The white pills were in a pile on his desk.
He held one between his thumb and index finger, studying it under florescent lighting of his office.
This small white pill was supposed to relieve him of pain, create a euphoria that made him feel nothing. It was suppose to relax his body and mind.
That's what they had told him when they first began prescribing the pill for him.
He was in chronic pain, and he knew that there were other ways he could deal with it; he knew that the drug was slowly killing him.
That bet with Cuddy had proved just how much.
He remembered Cameron's worried glance when Jimmy let slip about his little arrangement.
She had tried to defend him, he suffered from pain, that he needed the pills.
She didn't think like that anymore, he made sure of that.
He could try other methods; he could go through all that crap.
But it was so much easier to swallow those little white pills, they worked fast and the pain would disappear for those few moments. When he felt that high, when nothing truly mattered, where he could think that nothing had ever happened to his leg and he was just a normal stubborn jerk.
He threw the pill against the adjourning door to his office. Cameron looked up from her paperwork. She had stayed late as always to finish it because she knew he wouldn't and the boys were just as lazy.
He looked at her when she rolled her eyes and went back to the files. The ring on her finger shinned with the light.
He looked down at the pile of pills,
his little pile of escapes.
It's true that his leg didn't hurt as it had before. Not since the shooting.
He was supposed to cut down on the intake. To be perfectly honest, he was supposed to have stop using them, months ago.
He picked up another pill; he stared at it as he twirled it between his fingers.
Why couldn't it take away heartache as well?
His leg was only throbbing slightly; it was the pain in his chest that drove him insane.
It was for the pain where his heart should be that he dry swallowed the pill.
Because he had let go of the only good thing in his life,
he had let her slip between his fingers to the man he called his best friend.
They would be happy together; he thought as he closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. The funny thing was that Jimmy would probably cheat on her in a year and at that time she would hurt as much as he was now.
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