So... this is the last chapter...
A little over an hour later, House collapsed into his office chair with a sigh. He pulled the bottle of scotch from the bottom drawer of his desk (which he kept locked for 'special' occasions) and let his head drop toward his chest. Both of his girls were currently unconscious, both the cause of unknown seizures. He looked at the clock. How could the world keep going if he didn't have his Ally and Chrissy?
He uncapped the bottle and took a nice long swig directly from the bottle itself and reveled in the feeling of the burn of the alcohol down his throat. He was losing everything. Everything. Everything he loved, everything that made him…dare he say it?…happy. House uncapped his pill bottle, popped two and swallowed them with another satisfying swig. He put his head back, stared at the ceiling until he felt his beeper start to vibrate. Hesitantly, he reached for it.
'Cam and Chris- Another seizure. Unknown Cause'
House chucked his beeper across the room, popped three more pills and took another long gulp of the scotch. He couldn't live, he couldn't live without them. Another swig. Another pill. He felt the mixture of drugs and alcohol flow through his veins. Another two pills. Another swig to wash them down. He needed them. He needed his girls. He needed them now. Another swig, and he began to see the light.
M.D.M.D.M.D.M.D.M.D.M.D.M.D.M.D.
"House?" he heard a familiar voice call out. "House? Can you hear me?" He twisted his head in the direction of the voice and felt a surge of pain flow from his neck. He moaned in pain and slowly began to open his eyes.
"Ally?" House coughed out. He saw a crying Cameron and felt someone rushing from one side of the bed to the other. "What the hell?" he grunted out.
"House, you've been out for two days," Cameron said as she wiped tears from her cheek. House's eyes widened as it all came rushing back to him.
"Oh God, Ally! I swear, I didn't … know what I was doing…I would never kill myself…I won't ever take that many pills again! I-" House stopped as he saw the confused look on her face.
"House, what are you talking about? A former patient shot you in the neck and in the stomach, it wasn't your fault at all. What pills are you talking about?"
"Ally, what the hell are you talking about? That happened years ago! And if you're here, where's Chrissy?"
"House, you just woke up. I wouldn't lie about something like that. And who's Chrissy?"
"No."
"No what House?"
"This is impossible…there's no way…"
What are you talking about House?"
"Get out."
"House."
"Get out of the room A- Cameron. Get out right now."
"Alright, fine. Hit the page button if you need anything." House watched Cameron take a few shocked steps back and stared as the room door slid shut. He'd hallucinated four years of his life? Four years! House raised the level of morphine he received and turned away from the door onto his side with a grunt of pain. He'd been right. He could never be that happy in real life.
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