House didn't feel drunk when he awoke. He could feel hot fresh pain coming from his left shoulder. He couldn't move. His body was steel reeling from the shock of a bus crash. The pills had probably entered his system. Amber was on the floor, her head cushioned by the bag, and his cane was dangling from the ceiling. Amber awoke with a start then leaned herself upwards.
"Greg?" Amber said, looking at him worried and concerned at once.
"I'll be fine," House said. "Ow."
"The hell you are not." Amber took her scarf off then began to wrap it around House's left shoulder to apply pressure.
"I feel cold." House said.
"Big chicken." Amber said.
"I am not the one who has a fracture to her skull." House said.
Amber touched the side of her head then lowered her hand to her line of vision.
"Oh." Amber said.
"Don't be a idiot and get some rest," House said. Amber sneezed into her hand. "You will need it more than I do."
House felt colder and a knack to fall asleep.
"The ambulance is coming," Amber said. "Hang on with me."
"I will be fine," House said. "Best doctors in New Jersey will be on me. And I won't need their stupid saving."
"You are going to attend our wedding, House." Amber said, as her eyes started to close and her balance became uneasy.
Amber fell to her side where she went unconscious.
"I will try." House said.
Being cold and in tremendous pain, House's right hand grasped at his leg. Pain tends to keep one awake not fall asleep. The vicodin was still in the bag. That House knew because the bag's contents were not spilled all over the place. Suddenly the pain just stopped. He is going numb. House stared at the ceiling going through his entire life. He had edited his will a few months ago to include Cameron and Cuddy get his sperm samples (which he has already left in some viles). His body to be used as a cadavar for the sake of medicine. Felt like he was in the arctic. House's eyes closed thinking about the numerous other things he had listed in his will until he lost consciousness.