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House woke up with a massive headache. He supposed it was probably worse than it seemed due to the fact that there was a considerable concentration of pain in his leg, lying on the floor in a position that you passed out in can cause considerable pain, even to someone with a normal one.

He just laid there on the floor for who knows how long. His mind seemed to be racing- he was having trouble holding on to a single thought. His mind flashed through various scenes from the past few days. Dinner… hours of watching that god forsaken video of that stupid surgery- looking for something, anything… him taunting Stacy's husband- taunting that would eventually yield the answer to they mysterious illness… the first panic attack… the injection that he had given Stacy's husband to set of a panic attack, even if it was just a placebo… and Cameron.

His mind sputtered to a halt at this last recollection. He had been staring at Stacy and her husband when Cameron walked up. She said that she thought he couldn't love, but she was wrong, he just couldn't love her. She thought he loved Stacy, that wasn't true, he loved the memory of Stacy, and he loved the way things were when he loved her. But no, he did not love Stacy. Not anymore.

His mind stopped racing and he suddenly became more aware oh his surroundings. He couldn't bring himself to open his eyes, not yet; all he could do was listen. His stereo was still on though it seemed less loud than it had been the night before, maybe it was the dull throbbing in his ears. Some Jefferson Airplane song was playing…

…And all the joy within you dies

It's a bit late for that one…

Don't you want somebody to love?

Not really, nothing good ever seems to come out of that…

Don't you need somebody to love?

This line threw him off a little… Do I?

Wouldn't you love somebody to love?

What is love anyways, have I really ever loved anyone, yes I did, I loved Stacy, but, quoth Edgar Allen Poe, nevermore.

You better find somebody to love.

At that moment there was a knock at his door.

Again reviews are welcomed! Any suggestions, mistakes on my part, please feel free to shout at me. The song was Somebody to Love by Jefferson Airplane, and does anyone know if quoth is actually a word? Microsoft word wants to tell me its not.