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I don't care who you've been kissing on these days
That's a lie if I've ever heard one
It's out of my hands and in my mouth with such a pleasant taste
There's nothing you or I can do, you said it yourself
I need a beer o wash it all away without a trace
All too true, a couple of Vicodin couldn't hurt either
And then I'll drink 23 more to wipe this stupid smile off my fucking face
You're such an idiot- just give up- give up on life again, your better off that way…
Gregory House continued in this fashion for quite a while, with the song and type of alcohol being the only variable. The later it got the higher the number of Vicodin he took got. It wasn't until after 4am that he finally passed out.
James Wilson knew something was wrong when House didn't show up at the hospital. Not that he had really expected everything to be all smiles and roses especially with the situation at hand…
He tried calling House, not that he had expected that to really yield any results- if house had decided to go on an alcohol/ drug binge, it would take a lot more than a phone call to wake him up.
It wasn't until this last thought that the possible severity of House's condition really hit Wilson. With only a second in delay he stood up and started to make his way to his car, his speed increasing with every step.
Alison Cameron sat in the driver's seat of her car staring at the steering wheel for longer than she would ever admit.
House didn't show up for work today…not a good thing.
Her instinct was to go to his place to check on him. Immediately following this was her common sense.
His ex just showed u and, I acted like a desperate immature idiot and definitely didn't make the situation any better for him. It's not likely that he wants to see me at the moment, especially in the state he is more than likely in…
In the end, her common sense lost.
The song at the beginning is called My Friend Peter and it's by Alkaline Trio.
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