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Four: What the Hell did I do Last Night?House woke mid-morning feeling like he had imbibed in too much alcohol and mixed it with too many Vicodin the night before. He hadn't awakened feeling this bad since he was released from prison. With his eyes closed, he reached over and snagged his pill bottle, thumbed off the cap and poured two pills into his hand. He promptly dry swallowed both pills. He then poured another two pills into his hand and dry swallowed them, too. He massaged his thigh for a while, until he was able to walk.
House was much larger and had more muscle mass than his forgotten "date" of last night. He had all the same symptoms that she did but to a lesser degree. He didn't understand why he was experiencing muscle weakness and loss of muscle control in addition to all the other symptoms of over drinking. He had never had a hangover quite like this: and he had experienced a lot of hangovers. It was weird.
Even with his cane it was much more difficult than normal to limp into the bathroom. There was vomit and piss on the floor. It was disgusting. He liked to keep his home clean. He didn't remember making those messes. When he finished in the bathroom, he limped back into the bedroom and collapsed onto his bed and promptly fell back to sleep.
Several hours later he woke up again, still feeling very hung over. "What the hell? I only had a couple of drinks." Then he realized that he had experienced a black out and didn't remember most of last night and today until right now. That was scary because he hadn't been abusing alcohol or Vicodin (much) the same way he did when he used to have black outs. He would have been more concerned and given it more thought if he hadn't felt like crap. He felt really out of it, his mind was fuzzy.
He got some clean underpants and a t-shirt from his drawers and sat down on the bed to put them on, throwing the bed covers to the other side of the bed as he sat down. He happened to glance over and noticed the blood that was dried on his bottom sheet.
"What the hell?" Contrary to appearances and reputation, House was a very considerate lover. He didn't physically hurt the women he was with. He took his time with foreplay and used lubricant when needed and he always made sure that the woman had a pleasant and comfortable sex experience with him. He hadn't made anyone bleed since Betty Lou and he lost their virginity to each other, so long ago. He hadn't known any better back then. "Maybe she started her period." He told himself of the unknown woman whose dried blood decorated his sheet.
He didn't remember leaving the bar last night, nor bringing anyone home. Hell, he didn't even remember coming home. He didn't remember how he got home. He didn't remember having sex and he didn't remember anything about the woman whose sweaty scent he now smelled on the pillowcase. "Am I hallucinating? Am I losing my mind, again? Why can't I remember? Do I need to go back to Mayfield? I didn't drink that much did I? I didn't drink that much. I shouldn't feel this bad. What is wrong with me?" House tried not to think about it, but he was more worried than he was willing to admit to himself.
"My god this place stinks." The stench of vomit, urine, alcohol and sweat made him want to vomit. He could barely breathe. The apartment stank and his bedding stank. The clothes that were crumpled on the floor stank. He stank.
He called Lady and asked her if she could come over an extra day, today, and clean his apartment and wash his bedding. He told her that he had a sick friend over yesterday. She liked to go to church in the morning, but it was now afternoon. She said she had some family thing in the evening, but she could come over for three hours.
When he got off the phone with Lady, House rolled the sheets into a ball so the blood wasn't visible. People who knew him would be surprised that he was embarrassed. He didn't want to stay in the smelly, vomit filled apartment, but he was too sick and had no energy to go anywhere else. He went into the living room planning to flop down on the couch and watch something, but there was more vomit on the floor.
In his entire apartment there was no clean place. He opened the windows to air the place out. He was embarrassed to have Lady over with the place like this, but he felt like crap and couldn't' clean up first and didn't feel that he had a choice. He needed to go back to sleep but couldn't in this stench filled apartment.
Even though he was feeling very sick, he went to the motel that was around the corner and went back to sleep. He was so sleepy, his head hurt and his muscles were still weak. He needed more sleep.
As he fell asleep he told himself that when he woke up he would take a shower, his apartment would be clean and his hang over would be done. He'd go home and everything would be back to normal, whatever normal was.
Things did go back to normal: for a little while.
Roofie back ground for the story is finished. Now we get to the relationship between House and his Accidental Teenage Bride. We'll learn more about House and Isabella's backgrounds and previous lives as we go along. House and Isabella will be dealing with the aftermath of being drugged for a long time, but the roofie background is finished.
