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Flashback begin
House slowly and painfully woke up. Sleeping in the alleyways wasn't a good place to sleep for his injured leg. He groaned.
"I see you have awakened. Nice of you to come back to us. We were starting to get bored of waiting" Tritter announced excitedly.
'Where am I. Isn't that Michael Tritter?' House thought
"What the fuck do you want Tritter? Where the Hell am I?"
"So glad you asked my frie-"
House interrupts him.
"I am not your friend. Not even close. More like an enemy. There is no way I can have an arrogant, stupid looking man as a fr-" House was stopped with a punch to the face followed with a few kicks to his injured right leg. House had to use all his strength to bite back a yell but he couldn't keep away the groan.
"That should teach you a lesson. In case you haven't realized, you are in no place to be rude. That includes not interrupting when my associate and I are speaking. Understand?"
House didn't answer. Tritter got angry and kicks him on the sides a few times. House was sure at least one of his ribs cracked.
"I repeat. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?"
"Who's that associate or "friend" you are talking about. I can't imagine you having friends."
Tritter was getting angrier. He wants to kill House but the idea of torturing him was more exciting and he didn't want to waste his energy just because House won't answer his question. Just then he thought of a fun game.
"Oh. you want to know who my friend is, do you. OK. I'll give three tries. If you get it right, I'll let you go. If you don't, you can become my slave. By the way, each time you get it wrong, you will get a type of punishment."
"What if I am not interested in you silly, little game."
Tritter grinned, "I'm afraid you don't have a say in this. So, what is your first guess? And remember what happened the last time you didn't answer me."
House remembered. Naturally, he would like to say something sarcastic but he didn't want to have multiple broken bones or he'll have zero chance of escaping.
"Let me think for a minute. You never said there was a time limit." House said calmly then stared at the floor thinking. 'Who could it be' House thought. 'It can't be Cuddy. Even if I crashed into her house, she would kidnap me let alone team up with Tritter. Wilson: I hurt his wrist but he's too caring for this stuff. My dad died years ago. But who else do I know? It could be a patient's, who I couldn't save, family member but I save people 99% of the time.' Nothing. House couldn't think of anyone. He looked up. It didn't look good. Tritter was getting impatient. House looked down again. 5 minutes later.
"You know what" Tritter suddenly announced. "You now only have 5 minutes per guess now, and since we are both certain you don't have a single clue who it is yet, I'll start the 5-minute clock now."
5 minutes. House tried to think harder. 'It has to be someone who hates me but that's how everyone I meet thinks of me so too many possibilities.' Suddenly, a lightbulb turned on on top of his head.
"Is it Lucas. Lucas Douglas." House said, getting hopeful until he saw Tritters face. He was grinning.
"I'm afraid not. You have 2 more tries but as I promised, you are going to get punished first." He said, his smile widening as he sees House getting nervous.
"I've decided. Your punishment is going to be…"
Flashback End
Back at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital
Cuddy's anger was slowly fading away as she looked into Wilson's eyes. Sure House crashed into her house, but Wilson had stayed with her, comfort her in a way no one else could. She couldn't say no to the only friend she had in the hospital. She had Brenda and all her other staff members but they weren't really classified as her friend. Slowly and reluctantly she said, "I'll sign it but I want you to know that I am doing this for you, not House."
Cuddy signed it and returned it to Wilson. 2 minutes later and Wilson was still in front of her desk.
"Anything else I can help you with?"
"No. I understand why you're angry at House. I mean he did crash into your house but House is currently severely beaten, burned, and wounded. Are you sure you don't feel at least a little bit of sadness?"
With this, he placed the second folder he brought with him on her desk and left before Cuddy could answer any of the questions.
