A/N: Hello readers. I'm at work with some free time ;) so I decided to write the first chapter now. So have fun, and please review!
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Give Up
Dr. Wilson walked up to the Mayfield Psychiatric Hospital on the third of week of House's "hospitalization". He entered the building as an eerie sensation washed over him.
'I never liked coming here…'
He walked down the hall to the front desk where a nurse who was trying too hard to look happy recognized him as the regular. She brought out a white, plastic basket and asked him to put all his sharp, metal, or medical belongings in it. He said a quick thanks and walk the rest of the way down the hall.
'Seventh door on the left…"
He reached the door and peered though the glass window of the door. House sat on the bed, with the same expression he held three weeks ago. Wilson could not forget that face, and every time he thought about the moment he saw him walking through that door, looking like a different person, a scared person, it broke his heart.
He quickly replaced his distressed frown with a cheerful grin, and turned the knob. House didn't even look up.
"Hey House. I'm here, and I brought that chocolate you asked for." House picked his gaze up from his lap, and threw his glance up to the chocolate in Wilson's hand extended toward him. He slowly picked his hand up off the bed and reached out to the chocolate. But before he grabbed it, he felt a sharp pain in his right thigh. Quickly clutching his thigh, he let out a grunt of pain. Many of these sudden shocks of pain occurred through out the day. Detoxing from Vicodin wasn't passing as quickly as in his… hallucination.
"Are you okay, House?" House took a few deep breaths and massaged the pain away.
"No Wilson. I'm not okay. I've been holed up in this freaking cell for 3 weeks. I haven't seen or talked to anyone besides you and those nurses who seem too happy for their own good, and to top it all off, this pain is driving me crazy!" House yelled all in one breath. Wilson gave him a sympathetic look. He really didn't know what to say, so he sat down next to House and put his hand on his back. House seemed to calm down.
"I give up, Wilson. I don't know what to do anymore." House put his head in his palm and stared back at the ground.
"Has anything changed since you got here?" House look up from the ground.
"Yes. About a week ago, I stopped seeing Kutner everywhere and about 4 days ago, I stopped seeing Amber. But honestly, I don't know how much that changes things. I still can't trust my own brain. I mean, asking Cuddy for help, detoxing, having sex with her, it all felt so real… I…" House sighed deeply. "How do I even know if you're really sitting there?"
Wilson looked into House's blue eyes which once burned with the excitement of puzzles and cases. Now they were so dull, they looked gray.
"I'm here, House. I promise, and I'm not leaving you."
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A/N: Well, there's chapter one! Please review/comment on it since you're here. (: