Disclaimer: Title taken from Silversun Pickups' "Lazy Eye"…which I do not own. Nor do I own anything to do with House 's note: I am truly sorry for such shortness to this. I am considering making a series of stories chronicling his adventures…all short…and all taking place after this. [Not in chapters…cus' they could be read alone.] So bear with me and stay tuned. Thanks! Dr. Gregory House limped to a bench in the nearby park he favored. Once seated he began, once again, to ponder the meaning of all that surrounded him. Sighing, he observed a young couple walk past with a stroller. The man, average built and tall, had an arm around the shoulders of his wife. He laughed and made playful faces at the unseen child tucked down in the stroller. The attractive woman next to him smiled almost continuously at her family.
At first House coveted the happiness displayed before him. This quickly faded though as he contemplated how the husband was probably cheating on his wife… you didn't see that happy of a family everyday, and when you did it was questionable. Kids ruin everything.
His blue eyes followed their disappearing forms as he dismissed his displaced annoyance at the strangers. The same set of eyes quickly darted down to the ground as he once again sighed. Using his left hand he plundered his coat pocket until he withdrew a half empty bottle of pain medication. Sitting his cane aside he used his right hand to pop off the lid with ease.
He took out a single pill and held it up to his eyes and studied it intensely. As he turned the medication and observed the precise cuts that made its shape, a plan began to form in his mind. House held the pill to his mouth which was slightly opened, then a moment later he instantly pulled the pill away.
He knew he could hold off a little longer.
With that thought he, unlike his usual self, replaced the pill back in its bottle. As he rose he shoved the bottle into his pocket. House picked up the cane and shuffled slowly towards the parking lot with a slightly decreased limp.
Once there he put his cane in its rightful place, pulled on his helmet, and hoisted his self up and on the seat. House looked about as he turned the ignition. It would be a while before he returned back to this park. In fact, if he came back to New Jersey at all.
The motorcycle revved once then twice… finally it screeched away with purpose and a slight smile embraced Dr. House's features.