A/N: A couple days have past between the previous chapter (chapter 5) and the current chapter (chapter 6).

Disclaimer: Since I have only $300 in the bank, I definitely don't own House.

Chapter Six: Painkiller Doc

several days later (about three)

"You're awake. That's good, I suppose," said Wilson.

"Why is it good?" grumbled House.

"No brain damage from the lack of oxygen," remarked Wilson. "Anyways, how many pills did you take?"

"Why do you care?"

"Dmn it, House, answer the question! How many pills did you take!?"

"You pumped my stomach, you tell me," retorted House.

"Five pills isn't enough to send a person into cardiac arrest, House."

"No, duh, Wilson," retorted House, "else I'd need help pumping blood to my head."

Wilson sighed in exsperation.

Picking up the file lying in the chair next to him, Wilson said, "Tell me how many pills you swallowed, and then I'll let you have a look at this file."

"Cuddy letting me take on a new patient while I'm still hospitalized?"

"No," admitted Wilson.

"Who is it? I can't read your mind from where I am, Wilson."

"Kyla. She was shot, House. The bullet's embedded in her spinal cord."

"How long have I been out?"

"About three days."

"And the bullet? Has it been removed yet?"

"No. She lost a lot of blood. And she isn't very stable."

House swore.

"House, calm down. I'm not supposed to be telling you about Kyla's condition."

"So why did you tell me?"

"Because you're her father."

"Thirteen."

Wilson understood what House was talking about, and he handed House Kyla's file.

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"I thought I told you to not tell House about Kyla, Wilson," said Cuddy, angry that Wilson had disobeyed her.

"He's her only living relative, Cuddy," Wilson said in defense.

"He's a patient in this hospital, Doctor Wilson!" snapped Cuddy.

"He told me how many pills he took," retorted Wilson, in an attempt to disarm Cuddy's anger. Luckily, it did.

"How many?" Cuddy asked.

"Thirteen."

"Thirteen?!?!"

"Yes, thirteen. He was definitely trying to kill himself."

Cuddy picked up her phone to dial the head of the psych ward, Doctor Amygala Howerton.

"He won't try again, Cuddy."

"He promised?"

"No, but I know he won't."

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