Here's another chapter to cure my boredom.

Chapter 4

She silently walked in the door, but he knew she was there; he was just engrossed in TV. The bags rustled lightly as she made her way across the room and set them on the table. She pulled out some cheese, butter, and bread, and a skillet and spatula fro the hanging rack.

"House, want some grilled cheese?" she yelled out of the kitchen doorway.

"Sure I guess" she buttered 6 pieces of bread, 2 sandwiches for House and one for her. She placed half on them in a pan, layering them with cheese, and then topping them off with the other slices. It only took a few minutes until they were done and she plated them and brought them to the living room along with a bottle of apple juice and glasses.

House quickly munched up his grilled cheese, enjoying them because he knew this would probably be his last meal before the morphine from the hospital wore fully off and he went into withdrawal. Why couldn't they just leave him alone to manage his own pain, the only way he knows that works?

She cleared the plates and rinsed them off in the sink, the sound of the water made House want to run to the bathroom. She sat back down next to him where he was staring ahead at the TV. She lightly grabbed his hand.

"House, why torture yourself, why not end it all now? For once give up you damn pride and so something to help yourself" House pulled his hand back from her, shocked.

"I can't. It's my life why do any of you care how I manage it?" she took a finger and turned his head to look straight into her eyes.

"Because we care. Except maybe Tritter he's just out to screw us all over, you most of all." Finally someone saw reason in this, Tritter didn't care what House did with life, he could be hit by a bus and he wouldn't loose a wink of sleep, he just needs another thermometer up his ass.

House got up and retrieved a pillow and blanked from his disaster of a closet and handed it to her.

"For if you want to stay, I'm going to crash." She set them on the back of the couch staring as he thumped his way down the hall. She snuggled in the blanket on the corner of the couch flipping through the channels. After about an hour or two she decided to go check on him. The door was slightly open the bedside lamp turned on, and him hunched over the edge of the bed breathing heavily.

"Oh god." This couldn't be good she slipped in the door and slowly stepped to his side.

"House" she startled him and he jumped slightly. "House" he looked up at her, eyes glazed over in pain. "Are you okay?" she wanted to hug him and comfort him but House was never one for physical touching, so she held back.

"No" he mumbled. "I need my bloody pills!" she wanted to give him his pills, just to ease some of his suffering. If she cracked now Tritter would end up taking House down along with them all.

"I can't, Tritter… rationing…" she stumbled over her words.

"Then kill me now because I can't take this much longer." He begged and pleaded with her.

"Please Cuddy" his words muffled and short and plea for relief, and she could do nothing but watch. It tore her up inside watching his suffering. Why couldn't it be her instead?

"The morphine must have worn off" she stated and she felt stupid for saying it.

"No I'm just sitting here in agony because it's fun." And he pause a moment to hitch in a quick breath before continuing. "Please I need my pills." She knew it was only a matter of time before he ended up passing out; she had to do something before he killed himself.

She rummaged his medicine cabinet, nothing but a bottle of aspirin. Not much but it will have to do for now. She ran to the kitchen to get a glass of water and went back to his bedside.

"House" she said, with him looking up at her again. She handed him the glass and forced open the bottle and shaking 3 pills out. He swallowed them quickly, they wouldn't do much for the pain, but maybe it would help him relax a little bit so he could at least get some sleep.