Chapter six -An Emotional Rollercoaster

A.N: I am not a doctor, however, I like reading articles about brain science and I think House has ADHD. I know that many people would scoff at me. I read plenty of articles on how ADHD on people with it risk of being abused because of being nonconformist if your father was like House's and you have ADHD and then you are going to rebel.

Plus, I am not doing the whole two months in a psych hospital like on the show, it's unrealistic, just 3 weeks.

GH/JW

Two weeks after Kuttner's death, Greg stopped sleeping altogether, in turn, I didn't sleep as well. He was stress out by everything When he did sleep he was plagued with nightmares. One day after work, while I was fixing dinner. "I am hallucinating." He said.

"Damm," I muttered under my breath. "What are you seeing?" I asked a bit apprehensively. "Its auditory, I am hearing, John's and Amber's voices," Greg said in a whisper.

"Greg, you need to sleep, I will give you some pills, will talk after you sleep," I told him leading him to the bedroom. I am freaking out too but I didn't tell him that. If this doesn't go away he may need to go to detox.

In the morning, I was home I called Cuddy and told her that House cannot come to work. "Greg, are you awake?" I asked hugging him softly. When he nodded his head. "Are you feeling better?" I asked wanting and at the same time dreading his answer.

"I am still hallucinating." Oh god, I thought while I am stroking his hair lightly. "Now, what?" He asked with barely concealed fear.

"I know a guy, we went to med school together and I will give him a call," I said squeezing his shoulder.

When I left the bedroom, You need to put this together, James, he needed you. I told myself.

I called Dr. Daryl Nolan at Mayfield Psych Hospital he answered at the first ring. "Hi, Daryl, it's James Wilson... Listen, I need a favor for my partner... He has PTSD and a history of drug abuse. He's hallucinating... when can I bring him?... tomorrow. Thanks, Daryl. "

I went back to were House sat. "I called in a favor," I told House.

"What are we telling the hospital and the medical board?" House asked in a quiet voice. "That you need time off to deal with the leg pain," I said shrugging.

The next question nearly broke my heart it was one of the possibilities for him. "What if I have its permanent, are you going to still be here for me, James?" I started crying because it's possible that this is his new reality. "Yes," I said quietly. "But we need not jump on any conclusions, now." He started to leave, I clamped my hand on his wrist and said. "I love you, Greg."

GH/JW

The next morning, I drove him to Mayfield, the drive was quiet. "Do you want me to come with you inside?"

"Yes." House said and with that, we went inside."

The next few days were horrible, I check into a hotel because the apartment reminded me of him. all around, every single thing was him. Nolan called every day, so that's nice. House was cooperating with therapy and his hallucinations are gone, "The Vicodin is masking a developmental disorder, James, he has ADHD. The ADHD lead to being abused, then the abuse lead to him having PTSD." House never told Nolan about the abuse but Nolan figured it out anyways.

It wasn't a shock to me, House had been an energetic man the infarction didn't change that. he gets board constantly, he is impulsive, very so. His ADHD was mask by having a high IQ when he was a kid and by the time he was an adult he created a lot of coping mechanisms for his conditions. The hallucination is a byproduct of the Vicodin. Nolan and the pain management expert put him on NSAIDs and Gabapentin and Ritalin, and Ativan for the anxiety and breakthrough pain.

I visited him about 10 days into his treatment. When I came into the dayroom House wasn't House. he looked like a zombie. God, this is why he HATED psych meds so much. I talk to him about my day. He didn't make a sarcastic comment or sexually inappropriate comment, nothing."House, say something," I told him quite desperately, "For me."The dammed burst in him. "I can't get any edgewise. I want to focus on my work, it's like my brain is all normal, it isn't racing of 50 miles per minute," he said.

He will be released at the end of the month, I cleared out our apartment of any drugs. He didn't lose his license because of our cover story, which was somewhat true.

GH/JW

I visited him one more time during his stay he wasn't getting better on the drugs, he is getting worse. Greg was practically catatonic. I told Nolan about this, and he said they are lowering his medications. I hold his hand that whole time. I wasn't there when he woke up the nurse called me he was free of the Ritalin and he was practically manic. I close my eyes. 'dammed if you do, dammed if you don't.' So he tried Adderall. It worked on him so he was prescribed that he was playing the piano on one of his final days as a patient there. I came from behind hugging him. Then he started having a panic attack. He shrugged me off. I called a nurse. That was that. He told me after a while. "Dad used to hug me from behind like that." This made me cringe.

He was released from Mayfield in mid-summer. Greg and I rented a hotel near Philly a nice and sweet hotel for his first day out. God, I miss him. I miss our banter and our familiarity.

"God, I miss going to work," Greg said. "I love my job." He told post making out our first day at the hotel. "Thanks for not ratting me out the medical board." I blink at him, "I love medicine." He continued. hugging me closely. "Thank you." He was genuinely enthralled by me not ratting him out to the medical board

"Jamey?" He asked. "How's the hospital doing without there chief diagnostician?" He asked. I know what he meant. 'Do they need me still.' That is what he wants to know.

"Yeah they need you still, Taub got a job elsewhere and Foreman and Thirteen fought like cat and dog and Chase is practically running your department. And Cameron left him. Cuddy and Lucas started dating." Oh wow. His eyes practically said.

We stayed in Philly for two more days, Things was looking good for him.

End of Chapter Six