Author's Note: Okay, so ends the final chapter of the day. Until I think of what happens next. ;)
House woke up to pain. He supposed he had drifted asleep at some point. He fumbled in his pocket until he found his Vicodin. He took two. There was a towel, bed sheet, or something underneath him, and he was lying on a bed. Hospital bed? He craned his neck and looked around. No? He curled his fingers and noticed they were cleaner. He looked to the side and realized there was a trash can with a bunch of bloodied tissues and cotton wads thrown in. Remembering, he felt for his wound. It was clean, and covered by a bandage. It seemed like he was in a hospital. But he wasn't. It looked more like an ordinary bedroom. House still had the same clothes on.
House realized there was an angry buzz of voices outside. Sitting up, he swung his legs over to the side of the bed. Holding onto various pieces of furniture, he started to limp to the door. Opening it, he heard the angry voice of Cuddy, and another unfamiliar calm female voice.
"I don't understand why you would-"
"It's just a precaution, all we have to do is ask a few questions"
"There's no reason for it!"
"We just have to make sure. Once we get things sorted out, it will be fine."
Tilting his head in confusion, House limped into the hallway, a hand on the wall for support. Rounding the corner, he noticed Cuddy and a woman in police garb. Both noticed him at the same time, and the policewoman stepped towards him.
"Mr. House, if you'd just answer a few questions for me."
House looked around warily. Coughing and clearing his throat, he asked, "Why?"
"We just want to know a few things. Where you were last night, namely."
"What are you, my mother?", asked House, laughing painfully.
The woman looked annoyed with him, and Cuddy a mixture of angry-annoyed-worried in general.
"If you're not cooperating, I'm afraid we'll have to-", the woman started.
"I was in a bar okay? Drinking. You going to give me a fine for that?"
The woman looked more annoyed. "Drinking? Where?"
"The bar", said House sarcastically. He actually didn't remember which one.
"Which bar?", she was starting to sound annoyed too.
"The one... over there", said House, waving his arm vaguely. "The nearest one. There's a stone lion at the front or something."
Nodding, the woman took out a notepad and wrote something.
House squinted his eyes. "What is this for?", he asked suspiciously.
"What happened next?"
"I drank. I got drunk. Then I came here."
The policewoman stared at him. "That's all? Are you sure you didn't do anything in between, Mr. House?"
"I got drunk. I passed out."
"You passed out in the bar. Then you came here?", clarified the woman.
House was a little uncomfortable. "Yes."
"Nothing in between?"
House paused, glancing at Cuddy, who was worriedly biting her lip. She noticed his gaze and smiled at him, though her eyebrows were creased. "I... passed out, and I woke up at a bridge", he said finally.
"A bridge? Which bridge?"
"I don't remember okay?! If you haven't realized, I was drunk. There was a little river thing under it. Two lights." He watched as recognition crossed the woman's face.
"Then what did you do?"
"I was in a lot of pain, I wasn't sure what was going on, so I walked and came here. The end." Annoyed, House started to limp away.
"How long have you had that limp, Mr. House?"
"What kind of stupid question is that?", snapped House, whirling around. "Ages. What, are you going to work your magic and make it disappear?"
The woman didn't seem fazed. She wrote something down again. "And have you had that for ages, Mr. House?", she asked, pointing the end of her pen at his chest wound.
"I cut it on a rock. Lots of sharp rocks there. You can go check."
The woman nodded slowly, more to herself than at his statement. Closing the notebook with a snap, she said, "Thank you for the time, Mr. House, and Ms. Cuddy." Then she walked away.
As the door shut, House turned to Cuddy. "What was that about?", he asked, leaning against the wall in exhaustion.
Cuddy sighed, shaking her head. "They think you killed someone."