A/N: I know, I know, it was a cliffie and I took a while to update and...I'm sorry! I was busy and then I tried to add the next chapter but for some reason my computer was not cooperating. I finally decided to just do it on my laptop, which is a pain because half the keys from the keyboard are missing. Anyways, I'm really happy with all the reveiws, and I'm glad that everyone is enjoying the story. This is my first House, MD fic so its very exciting to get over 1000 hits! I'll try and put up the next chapter tomorrow night if I get enough reveiws.

Mega thanks to Emerald124, erdeanduncan, SnowySleigh, Dr. Fantabulous, boredum, gm, NidrianRuuthane, AngelFirenze, Aqua Mage, hollywoodgal, Courtney, Wynii, and Izzfrogger.

Also...thank you to those who corrected my mispelling of Vicodin, I corrected it for future chapters.

Diagnosis B

"Why aren't you at the clin..." She stopped mid sentence as she surveyed the scene in front of her: Wilson holding a needle full of blood and House with small drops of blood dripping down his arm.

"What is going on here?" Cuddy demanded an explanation.

"I was just going to ask him the same thing!" House exploded, pointing at Wilson.

"House, you're sick. You're pale, shaky, sweating yet clammy, and dizzy. You're probably right and its hypoglycemia, and if you had eaten something I wouldn't have felt the need to test your blood sugar. You know how upset we would all be if you weren't around to patronize us anymore." Wilson explained, ignoring House's look. If looks cold kill, then Wilson would be lying on the floor with his internal organs scattered around him and with his flesh stripped from his bones.

"Hypoglycemia? More likely it's an excuse to get out of clinic duty. House, I want you to sober up, eat something, and report to the clinic tomorrow. Now go home." Cuddy ordered house. House took about three stumbling steps before he collapsed. Cameron, who had just walked into House's office, was closest and barely managed to catch him. She looked at House with concern and confusion, and looked to Wilson and Cuddy for help. Cuddy looked around the small office as if an answer might appear out of nowhere, and amazingly it did. She spotted the empty pill bottle lying in the corner of the room and walked over to get it while Wilson called for a stretcher, ignoring House's half-coherent protests.

Cuddy studied the empty bottle, and felt a sense of dread when she saw the refill date.

"House, this prescription was refilled yesterday." Cuddy said. Seeing Cameron and Wilson's confused looks, she added "its empty!"

Wilson's face turned white as he realized the implication of what she was saying. A Vicodin overdose could be very deadly, which is why doctors discouraged patients from taking more then the recommended dose. Cuddy gave House a disgusted look before turning to Cameron and saying "Take him down to the ER. Get his stomach pumped, and then get him checked into psych." Seeing Cameron's shocked expression, she continued, "Doctors don't get to use the 'I didn't know that much could kill me' excuse. It's either a suicide attempt or a cry for attention and quite frankly, House doesn't seem the 'cry for attention' type." Cuddy was halfway out the door before House could get himself propped up against the wall enough to face Cuddy.

"I didn't OD." He said. Seeing Cuddy's disbelieving expression his glare hardened. "If I were really going to kill myself, don't think I would find a better place to do it then in the middle of a hospital!"

"Quite frankly House, you have never made any sense to me. Where you want to kill yourself is...House?" Halfway through Cuddy's lecture, House's eyes had gone out of focus. He started to dry heave, and took a few stuttering steps towards the trashcan. Cameron rushed forward to support him, but House shoved her back roughly. He leaned over the trashcan, hacking into it. Wilson stepped forward to grab House, but recoiled when he saw the massive amounts of blood House was coughing up.