Night Alone - Chapter 2
The M.D sat alone in his office for hours, no one walked in so he slept in a painful, light but still sleep.
He woke up at some ungodly (haha) hour when his leg seized into a tight and agonising cramp. He breathed through his teeth and tenderly tried to rub his thigh and will away the pain. As his fingers grazed the surface, House flicked his head back and moaned quietly. "Shit..."
Currently his pain level was at a House 8, so before the cramp built too much, the M.D pulled out an orange bottle and dry swallowed two vicodin. After a few minutes the man felt like he could breathe again. Slowly and overally calm he began to massage his thigh again.
