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Past meets Present
Chapter 10
His first one on one therapy session. Dr. Johnson was fully aware of House, why he was here, what his motive was. All patients needed some therapy, someone to talk to about what they're going through while they stay here. House was no exception, but he thought he was. His only reason for actually showing up at all, and on time was that he was bored out of his mind with only his pain for company.
Dr. Johnson was surprised when he heard the door open. He looked up and saw House, the last person he expected to see. Standing, both men met in the middle of the room and shook hands.
"Dr. House. What should I refer to you as?"
"Whatever. Dr. House, House, Greg, it doesn't matter. I'm gonna call you doc Johnson no matter what."
"Fine. Please sit."
He sat, only because he leg hurt. They took his cane and his leg is very angry about that. He proceeded to stare at the floor, waiting for Johnson to start the conversation.
"So, your file says you're here because of Vicodin."
"That might be what it says but it's not true."
"You're not addicted to Vicodin?"
"I am. But I'm here so I can keep my son, not directly because of my addiction."
"Could you clarify that?"
With a sigh he went on to explain that he had to kick the habit or make a full attempt to in order to keep his newly adopted son.
"Wow."
House gave him a look.
"So you don't think you need therapy then?"
"Not really. I'll show up but probably won't talk."
"Thought so. Why don't we do this then? You write in a journal when ever you feel something occurs that is worth writing down. A thought, an event, anything. We'll meet in two weeks to discuss anything you wrote. Anything you don't want me to read just mark accordingly."
"So I see you only once every two weeks?"
"Or more if it's needed."
"That I can do."
Arriving back in his room he turned on the iPod and tried to escape the pain detoxing brought. He must have been listening for quite some time, for he had fallen asleep. He was being roused by a nurse.
"You have a phone call."
"Uh, ok. Who is it? What time is it?"
"About seven. Dinner and medication soon. It's…he said his name was Wilson?"
Thinking 'oh shit' he took the call.
"Wilson what's up?"
"It's Evan. He won't sleep."
"Did you feed and rock him?"
"Yea, he ate like a champ, but won't sleep."
"Did you sing?"
"Sing? Are you kidding?"
"I kid not. Sing Rolling Stones."
"I'll try it. How are you?"
'Call me once he's asleep, then we can talk. I'll be awake, don't worry."
"Alright, I'll be twenty minutes max."
"I'll be waiting."