Chapter 3 – Morning After

I know I haven't updated in a very long time, blame a mixture of family crisis and numerous bad health issues. This is boring lets get on with the story and as always all comments are helpful. Hope you enjoy this chapter : )

"Hey, you okay man?" an incredibly annoying up beat voice asked.

Grumbling incomprehensible curses I opened my eyes,

"I was until you showed up".

Then I noticed the sky,

"It's morning?" I asked out loud.

"Yup, 8 o'clock " He said checking his phone while simultaneously jogging in place. Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes, grabbed my cane and gradually rose from the bench. While getting to my feet I noticed the jogger still hadn't left and was sporting the "can I help the poor ol' cripple" look. I gave a loud irritable sigh,

"Stop jogging in place besides making you look like an idiot it's making my head hurt. And to answer your implicit question no I don't need your help." The jogger stopped jogging and stared at me seemingly annoyed but still had not moved from his current location.

"Why, are you still here?" I sighed irritated. My pleasant demeanor reworded me with a glare though to my relief he said nothing and ran off looking fairly pissed off. The effects of sleeping on a bench hit me half way to the car when simultaneously both my back and my leg began to throb. But, I didn't halt in my endeavor for I was determined to get to my pills, which were located in the glove compartment of my car. With each step the pain spiked, breaths turning to pants, pants sounding more like groans. Light sweat dripped down my face as my pulse began to race rapidly. When I was about to collapse my car was in view, with a deep groan I used my remaining will power to limp to my car. Finally reaching the vehicle, I swung the door open and fell into the soft leather seats with a grunt, eyes closing in pure fatigue. Weakly, I opened the glove compartment (that was absent of any gloves) and grabbed the orange pill bottle. I untwisted the cap chucking it aimlessly, pouring two remaining pills into my palm and dry swallowed them without hesitation. Leaning my head back slightly, I waited for them to take effect. When the pain fell back down to a bearable level, I shut the door and started the car knowing exactly where I needed to go.

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When I limped into the building I was pleased to see that Cuddy was absent from her usual post and made my way undisturbed to Wilson's office.

"You look like crap." Wilson stated as I entered his office shutting the door behind me.

"Feel like it too." I responded honestly as limped towards his couch.

I laid on his incredibly comfortable couch and closed my eyes.

"Leg Hurt?" he asked in his usual concerned manner.

"Yea and just about abut everything else," I added. When Wilson didn't respond I continued "Went to the park last night; passed out on a bench".

"All night?" he shouted. I nodded tiredly. "No wonder you're so early"

"Why were you at the park at night?"

"Needed to think" I answered hand clenching my leg.

"You in pain?"

"About that, I need you to refill my prescription, I'm all out." I told him preparing myself for his famous rant, though it never came, only an overly dramatic sigh as a response. Then to my surprise he roughly opened his desk drawer and pulled out his prescription pad, slapping it on the desk then filling it out.

I opened my eyes to look at him,

"Wait, no lecture?" I asked completely dumbfounded.

"Do you want a lecture?" He asked boldly not even glancing up.

"No thank you" I stated giving him a questioning look before once again closing my eyes.

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(Wilson's pov)

Normally, I would have given him a hard time about his over use of a certain narcotic but, decided to spare him. He had a ruff night and frankly, him being so honest concerns me.

"Here" I said ripping the prescription from the pad. When I heard no response from him I looked over my desk to see his eyes closed and noticed a light snore coming from his nose. The man needed sleep but, not on a couch. With that I stood up and walked over to him.

"House wake up" I stated shaking his shoulder lightly. No response so I said it again this time much louder, still nothing.

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(House's pov)

"Wake up" Wilson yelled right in my ear.

"I'm up" I said jolting up to a sitting position.

"House your exhausted you need to go home and get some rest." Wilson said though, I wasn't paying much attention.

"House?' he asked again using his concerned tone.

"Feel dizzy..." all I managed to say before throwing up all over Wilson's shoes.

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"Lucky I wore my new shoes today, never liked them anyway." I said sarcastically as I looked up to see House smirking at me through cloudy eyes. House looked even worse then when he came in, now even paler his body trembling though mainly he looked tired. He signed eyes closed swallowing slightly. I checked his pulse and as expected it was high, I felt his forehead, no fever but moist and he was leaning into my hand. I sat beside him lifting my hand from his head. Took him longer then it should to notice; he leaned his head back on the sofa opening his eyes to look at me.

"How bad's the headache?" I asked concerned. His eyes were now shut; I was convinced he passed out until he mumbled a quiet "Bad"

"Migraine?"

No answer he seemed preoccupied his right hand was clutching his thigh while his left was massaging his temple wearily.