Seeing as I'm just soooo nice I'm updating this twice in one day! it's only to bribe you so you won't kill me when you realize who short this chapter is. Sorry:)
Enjoy as usual!
Disclaimer: Don't make me say it. -sob- :(
Chapter 3- House's version of hell
House woke up with a headache beyond belief. Groaning he reached for his trust Vicodin.
Dry swallowing two oblong shaped pills, he yawned and rubbed at his eyes not noticing the strange ring on his ring finger.
Pulling himself from his bed he limped to his cupboard.
Grabbing a fresh pair of pants and a new shirt he hobbled to the bathroom, not noticing the strange pictures that adorned his walls or the female clothing at the other end of his closet.
Stepping out from the shower he pulled on his jeans and slipped a t-shirt on and pulled a dress shirt over the top.
Grabbing his toothbrush he scrubbed furiously at his teeth for a few minutes before spiting in the sink and replacing his toothbrush in it's place. House grabbed his cane and limped from the bathroom not noticing that there was an extra toothbrush and female hygiene products in the cupboards.
Walking past the kitchen he stoped at the table in the hall and pocketed his wallet, keys and pager.
House limped from his apartment not noticing the fact that it had been almost completely redecorated.
In the hallway House used the assistance of his cane and the wall to lean down and get his newspaper (thoughtfully placed by Foreman). He rolled it up and stuck it under his arm not noticing the strange date.
House unlocked his car and got in, as he started the car and began to drive bleary eyed to work he had no idea he was about to enter his version of hell.
TBC R&R
xoxo Kazza