A/N: First of all thank you for the reviews on the first chapter, I really appreciate it. Also a *BIG HUG* to JessicaClackum for correcting my silly mistakes. This is another song chapter

(it is becoming a habit). Spruce and Chestnut are actual streets in New Jersey and according to Google Maps not far from the University Medical

Center at Princeton which I renamed Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital in my story. Please R & R

People who have this story on alert, I just made some corrections but don't worry I'm working on the next chapter. ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. House, M.D. belongs to the creators and "In My Veins" belongs to Andrew Belle.

I make no profit from this story. Quotes between ~ are from the song.

Chapter II: In my veins

~ Oh, you're in my veins and I cannot get you out.

Oh, you ran away cause I am not what you found. ~

Jack was a patient man, his friends told him many times. Patience was something that you needed as a bartender but now that patience was running out. The cause of this was the

man sitting at the bar for the third night in a row, known as House or Jerk face as some patrons called him. He sighed as he watched House stumble towards

the restroom. That man has some serious problems. Now Jack worked long enough as a bartender to know that House wasn't your average drunk. No, he seemed like a guy who tried

to numb his pain by drinking himself into oblivion.

"Hey, Jackie-boy a-another one."

"You sure that's a good idea House? You've been here for the past four hours."

"You should be grateful. I'm making sure you earn some money. So about that beer?"

"Fine but you know that by drinking your problems don't go away."

"Yeah, yeah like I told you before you're not my therapist."

"Oh come on. It can't be that bad."

"Really? Do I look like a nice guy to you? I'm a selfish, sarcastic screw-up. I had the perfect woman and screwed that up by going back on drugs. No, I deserve every miserable

moment in my life."

*Flashback*

"I don't think you can. You'll choose yourself over everybody else because that's who you are. I thought I could do this. I'm sorry, goodbye House."

*End of flashback*

I've messed it up and there's nothing I can do that'll fix it. I've lost Lisa forever. House thought while drowning yet another beer.

~ Nobody is perfect but oh, everyone is to blame.

Will leave you in the night but find you in the day ~

Bill has been driving this damn truck since 2 a.m. I'm getting too old for this. I haven't slept in almost thirty-two hours, he thinks. He didn't have an easy life with his wife dying and

being left with two children. Bill lost count of the number of sleepless nights he's had since his wife's death. So when he reached Cuddy's street he didn't notice the light turning red

or Cuddy's car until it was too late. I'm going to die was his last thought before his world became dark.

~ Everything is dark and it's more than you could take.

Everything will break. ~

James Wilson was sleeping when his phone started ringing. He turned over to check his alarm. Ugh, this better be something important to call me at 12:15 a.m.

"This is Wilson."

"Wilson…"

"Hello? House? Is this you? Are you drunk again?"

"No, Wilson it's Thirteen. I'm sorry for calling this late but I was in the ER and overheard the EMT's get dispatched

to an accident at the intersection of Spruce and Chestnut Streets. There are two victims, one male and one

female. The location sounds familiar. Doesn't Cuddy live in that area?"

"Yes, she lives on Chestnut Street. You think Cuddy's the female victim?"

"Well, the description says a woman in her mid-forties, slim built, blue eyes and dark hair. I tried calling her but I

went straight to voicemail."

"Voicemail? That doesn't sound like Cuddy, she always picks up. Ok, I'll get dressed and go to the scene of the accident. I'll take a ride with the ambulance and see you at the

hospital."

"Ok, see you in a bit."

Oh Cuddy please be alright, Wilson thought while getting dressed. Oh my god, does House know? If anything bad happens to Cuddy he'll never recover.

~ People say goodbye in their own special way. Oh, you are in my veins and I can't get you out ~