House groaned as the banging on the front door continued. Ten minutes they'd been knocking, wouldn't they ever get the hint? It seemed not. Standing up, slightly unsteady on his feet, he dragged himself to the door. Knock, knock, knock. It felt like a pneumatic drill going through his brain. Yanking open the door he was prepared to start yelling.
"What...what are you doing here?" He asked.
"You can't just wander off home for a detox House. There are ways to go about this, and you're going about it all wrong."
His head was beginning to hurt even more. There, standing in his doorway was Cuddy dressed in a tight black pencil skirt with a red blouse that was giving him a normally pleasurable view. He couldn't even bring himself to look. He turned and made his way back towards the bedroom.
"House." She said, waiting for him to turn around and look at her. "At least let me help."
Opening up her bag she withdrew a vial of drugs and a syringe. House's eyes went wide at the sight of the needle. Not normally one to be put off by such things he put down his reaction to the drugs, or lack thereof. After preparing the syringe Cuddy took one step towards House before he stumbled up against the back of the couch and toppled over it. Feet in the air he slumped down until he was head and shoulders were lying on the floor. Cuddy walked around and peered down at him.
"Oh for goodness sake."
He'd fainted.
Waking up House tried to figure out where he was. The lights were dim and whatever he was lying on was very comfortable. He came to the conclusion he must be in his bed. How had he gotten there though? Cuddy wouldn't have been able to move him on her own. He groaned as his head began to spin again.
"House..."
"Cuddy?"
"No, it's me. Cameron."
"Cameron?" She couldn't help but notice the change in tone of his voice. He had said her name in a soft almost loving way that made her heart beat slightly faster.
"Yes, I'm here. Don't try to move." She said as he tried to lift his head to look at her.
"Where's Cuddy?"
"Cuddy? Why are you asking about her? I expect she's at the hospital. She certainly isn't here House..."
"You mean I was seeing things... I hallucinated Cuddy?" House was beginning to panic.
Cameron couldn't help but laugh. She'd never been very good at lying to him and couldn't help herself now.
"Sorry, I just want to see your face."
He groaned again. "It's not very nice to play jokes on people when they're not feeling right."
"Hmm.. I wonder if there's a lesson there."
House lay down on the bed and closed his eyes to the glare of the light. Cameron was thankful that he had fallen asleep after hours and hours of groaning in pain. She watched him lie peacefully in a foetal position. He looked pale, his hair was askew and his shirt was torn open, small droplets of sweat glistened on his chest. After a few moments Cameron made herself leave him to rest and set about cleaning up the side effects of the withdrawal. The bathroom was the first place to start.