From Chapter Nine:
"Nice Alanis Morisette. But quoting Alanis Morisette doesn't change the fact that you screwed up. Seriously. Now I have to decide what to do. Should I turn you in to the authorities? Legally I am obligated to. But turning you in means I lose you on my staff again. Thank you House, you put me in quite the position. Now get out of here before I take your cane and kick you out with it."
And a bit later
House entered Exam Room Three and saw the usual, a mom and a seven year old little girl.
"Alright, what's the problem?"
That's when Cuddy barged in.
"House!"
"Yes Mistress Cuddy? Oh, by the way, she only comes down here when she wants to have her way with me."
"House, there is a little girl in the room, cut the crap. Get your butt up to my office now."
"But can't you see? I am with a patient."
"You hate seeing patients, especially clinic patients with runny noses and fevers and moms who think their kids have the bubonic plague. I am giving you an out; so get up to my office, now!"
"She really is quite the spitfire isn't she? Alright, I'm coming."
House shuffle-stepped his way up to the Dean of Medicine's office, deliberately taking his time, as if showing insubordination. When he arrived Cuddy was ready and waiting.
"Here's the deal, you are staying on at the hospital. I am not turning you over to the cops but you will take daily urine tests, supervised be me."
"That's sexual harassment!"
"And making jokes about my breasts isn't?"
"Touché."
"If even one test comes up positive for anything, you are gone! I don't care how good a doctor you are or how many lives you save. I can't have a maniac running around this hospital practicing medicine. You were in no shape to see patients when you came in today and if you treated anyone, especially anyone with the complex nature of the cases your department handles, you could have made decisions that had serious consequences."
Sensing the serious nature of the situation House responded, "I understand," and left it at that.
House went back to his office that afternoon and took his stash of Vicodin that he kept there and brought it to Wilson.
"Wilson, I am though with it. But I can't keep it. Once an addict, always an addict."
"I'm proud of you House."
That night when House got home he took his remaining Vicodin and flushed it down the toilet. That chapter of his life was over. Now it was up for him to have the mental strength to fight through the pain while he perfected the bio-feedback which was looking so promising.
That's it on this one you guys! Thanks for all your encouragement when I thought about stopping the story and all your reviews in general! They keep me writing. Much Love and Happy Holidays!