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"House!" A certain brown eyed oncologist yelled across the noise of the bar. He made his way through the people. However, since it was two o' clock in the morning, was a very fine amount.
"Jimmy boy! Come join me…come on!" A very intoxicated Gregory House yelled to his best (and pretty much only) friend. "Come on! I've only had a…few drinks. It wouldn't hurt to have just a few more while you have some" He shrieked again.
"House how many drinks have you had?" said Wilson a little worried about his friend's current condition.
"He's had a lot." A bartender spoke up as he was cleaning a beer glass with a rag. "He's been here since well about 4:00. He keeps on talking to himself. Is he okay, like I mean is he right in the mind? I was going to cut him off after three more. But when he walked in he handed me four hundred dollars and said 'No matter what, just keep on filling my glass when it gets empty. Keep the change.' I told him I would, and that's what I've been doing all night"
Wilson looked over at his friend who gave him an innocent puppy dog face. Yet at the same time he didn't look like anything near a puppy, because his eyes truly said 'Please, just shot me.'
"House, come on! I'm taking you home. How many Vicodin have you had anyway? God, you're dumb!" Wilson bellowed grabbing his arm.
"Stacy! Let go of me! Stop! I don't want to look at you; I don't want to talk to you." House yanked his arm out of the strong man's clutch "I came up here to be alone. Leave me alone! You hurt me, then you hurt me even more by breaking up with me. Go back inside." House stared at Wilson.
"House stop this! This isn't real. We're at a bar; stop hallucinating, Stacy's not here!" Wilson grabbed Houses wrist, this time harder.
"I don't care if it's raining! I like it up here. Nice breeze." He said sarcastically, Wilson couldn't think of anything to say. He just sat there staring dumb founded at Gregory House. "SHUT UP Stacy! I don't run away from problems. I face them, unlike you; if there's a problem you just want to get it fixed, no matter what, no matter the consequences. Right? That's why you did this to me, you had a problem. You fixed it. I'm in hell. Are you happy?" The diagnostician yelled out.
"HOUSE! STOP THIS!" Wilson bellowed one more time. It seemed as if House's eyes regained their electric blueness.
"Wilson" he said through tears. "I need to find Wilson!" He stood up and moved to leave. Wilson grabbed his hand, softly this time.
"I'm here." He said. Wilson just started watching such a strong man as he cried onto his shoulder leaving giant damp marks, making his baby blue shirt, dark blue were his eyes were.
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"I'm not dealing with "Bloody Hand" girl today. I'll be in my office if you need me. If you don't, then don't bother me! In fact, go home if you want, I really don't care today!" House said as he limped in past his ducklings and into his office.
"Is it me, or has he been a lot ruder lately?" Asked Foreman playing with a clicking pen.
"He's in pain. He needs his cane back." Cameron spoke up taking a sip of her coffee, which was in a red mug.
"Bull. That's just an excuse; he's manipulated you into thinking that." Foreman countered back.
House popped back out from his office and walked over to the coffee maker and poured himself a cup. He turned around, to find three sets of eyes staring at him.
"What?" He spat out.
"Why are you wearing those sun glasses are you hung over again?" Asked Foreman, wanting him to admit that he was.
"Yes. I am." He took of his glasses. "See. Happy…I'm hung over. Now leave me alone!" He said limping back to his office. One hand holding his coffee, the other his right leg. Cameron looked around to see if anyone else had noticed what she saw.
"He was crying!" She commented yelling out loud.
"No he wasn't" said Chase.
"I didn't say "Was he crying?" I said "He was crying", there's something wrong with him. Foreman you're right he's not been himself lately." Silence filled the room. Well, at least that was until Foreman decided to share the House joke that he had come up with the night before…..
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"You shouldn't be here today! Do you have any idea of what went on yesterday? Does getting drunk and me having to take you home ring a bell?" An infuriated Wilson yelled at a calm House.
"Yes. Oh and thanks for the ride sweetie" House said blinking his eyes rapidly.
"Look. Go home. And take off those glasses!" Wilson said snatching them from House's face. As he did he met red puffy eyes staring him back. Salty tear water framed his eyes. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Wilson said half caring and yet half mad. Then Wilson just got up and left annoyed with his best friend.
"STOP BEING SO MISRABLE! STOP WANTING TO BE SO MISRABLE!" The door slammed as he walked out. He went to go talk to Cuddy.
Who if House had scene would probably have said something like "Nice shirt, but be careful, anything lower would show your belly button"
"Lisa, we need to talk" Wilson said opening the door.
"About?" she asked standing up.
"About House. He's been crying. Did something happen?" Then Wilson turned and looked at her giant calendar. She noticed the same thing he did. They both started running to the elevator. "SHIT!" Wilson yelled as he pressed the up arrow.
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