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The next morning, House woke up to the sound of his alarm clock screeching into his ear. At least that's what it sounds like to a man with a hang-over. House looked and the clock read "7:00 AM".

He rubbed his forehead while pressing the off button with his free hand. He rubbed his eyes and lazily pushed his heavy body out of bed. He stood there dazed for a minute His first stop was 'to pay tribute to the porcelain gods.' After-all, things do tend to come back up when you are hung-over. After that, he decided to have a few vicodin.

House's leg was killing him, as usual. He had wanted to go into work today to avoid using more extreme methods of pain control.

He walked around his house for a couple of hours. That didn't help. He tried to watch television, and it did not help either. What was he to do? He did what any junkie would do. He went for the syringe.

While looking for it, he came upon a problem. Where did he leave it? This question echoed in his mind for hours as he searched for it. His hang-over made everything worse. It was hard to look for something without making a lot of noise. Eventually he gave up on his search, because the hang over had now gotten to the point where he knew he was going to vomit, so he headed straight for the bathroom.

After he felt comfortable leaving the bathroom, he sat in his bed, and reached for the phone, and dialed Cuddy's cell number.

"Cuddy." Stated the woman on the other line.

"I can't remember where I work." House told her with slight embarrassment in his voice.

"House…" Cuddy sighed. "You're having a hang-over. You should remember later." Cuddy didn't wait for a reply before hanging up on him.

House sighed and laid back in bed. The clock now read '3:47 PM', so House decided to sleep out the remainder of the day. His blue eyes slid shut as he waited for his head to stop aching.

When he woke up, his alarm had sounded again. He got up, his head feeling better, but his leg was still killing him. He popped a couple of vicodin in his mouth, changed his clothes and was out the door. It was then he realized he didn't have a ride, after crashing his bike.

So, he turned around to make a call to let Cuddy know he couldn't come in. But just before he could get back to the door, a car stopped in front of his house. He turned around only to find Cameron parked at the curb.

Her eyes cast a condescending look in his direction, as she watched him limp to the vehicle. House bent down to the window, and she rolled down her window were hot air escaped from the heater.

"Well Dr. Cameron… are you hear to lecture me again for 'drunk driving'?" He asked sarcastically.

"Just get in." She said in a sharp tone while rolling the window back up.

House hobbled into the passenger's seat and quickly shut the door; not even bothering with a seat belt.

"House… put on your safety-belt." Cameron demanded.

"You're just trying to be difficult, aren't you?"

"Put it on, or I will leave you here." She said sternly.

House rolled his eyes and secured the belt. With that, they were off to work. The trip was awkward and very silent. Neither House, nor Cameron said a word to each other the whole drive.

When they reached the hospital they parked on the ice-covered dive way, which had not been salted yet. Cameron was first to exit the car. She was rather hasty and rude about it too. She was acting like an objective teenager. House simply ignored her behavior, and got out at his own rate. He watched Cameron bob up and down as she hastily walked in her high healed shoes.

House had been following behind her at his own pace, when his cane suddenly slid out from under neither him and across the icy pavement. Cameron had turned around just in time to see him land flat on his back.

"Ouch…" House said trying not to shout.

A small grin built itself on her face as she resisted the urge to laugh at him. She sighed, pulling back the laugh, and went to help House up. House looked at her helplessly. He didn't want to accept her help, but it would seem he had no choice. He grabbed her hand, which was warm and soft to the touch, and she placed her other hand on his back to help pull him up.

Once they had gotten up, House stood there for a minute looking at hand in his.

"I need my hand back now." Cameron snapped him out of it, and he let go. The two of them walked into the building without House falling over again.

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