I'm back at home in L.A. so here's the next chapter.

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House POV:

What the hell do I have? And what I have, is that the reason that Lisa wouldn't talk to me? Okay, my liver was failing, so the thing that I have has something to do with liver failure. I was so tired but I tried to diagnose myself, if my team could do it so could I. I put all my symptoms together and that's when it hit me. It was a long shot but I couldn't think of anything else. That was why she didn't want to talk to me. But how could she? I had liver cirrhosis and she thought that I was an alcoholic. She thought I was a drunk?!

I was her husband!

I live with her!

She would have notice if I was drinking very heavily.

I got mad.

I demanded to see Cuddy.

"I want to see Cuddy!"

"No, House." Wilson refused.

"Why afraid that if I go somewhere I might find booze and drink it all?! Hein? That's it, isn't it?"

He look at me, not understanding how I figured it out.

"I'm not stupid Wilson. But God, you so are. You thought I was an alcoholic!"

"The results came back positive!"

"What? Did you test my blood for alcohol?"

"no, but…"

"Yes I know you tested me for Cirrhosis!"

"Yes! And it did came back positive!"

"You can test positive for number of different reasons!! Now move. I'm getting up, whether you like it or not."

"Fine, but she's not here."

"Well I don't care!"

I left.

I called a taxi.

He brought me to our home.

I knocked on the door.

I was still in hospital clothes, I had managed to take out my IV though and escape from the hospital.

"Greg?! What are you doing here?"

"I thought since you haven't visited me in a while I would be the one to visit you."

"you could have called."

"Trust me, I tried Lisa. It seems to me that you've been ignoring me."

"And why would I do that?" She asked trying to look innocent.

"you think I'm an alcoholic! You have no proof! You didn't test my blood for alcohol."

"But we did for…"

"Yes I know for liver Cirrhosis! But I can't get that for a different reason, but of course you think I'm a drunk."

"Trust me, I didn't want to, but when the results came back I was…"

"Yes you were probably disappointed, weren't you? But you didn't think for one second that it could have been from too much drinking over the years? Huh? You didn't think of that, did you? Since I'm such a disappointment, you had to expect the worst, hadn't you?" I asked sharply.

"I didn't think of it, please, I'm sorry." She tried to apologize.

"You thought I was an alcoholic for god's sakes!" I yelled at her.

She was scared now.

"I stopped drinking for you, I cut down vicodin for you and you think I'm a drunk?!" I screamed.

"I think marrying you was a mistake. I thought marriage was about trust. I tried so hard, to be good enough for you, but I guess it was all for nothing, once again." I continued.

"No, please. I never thought for one second…" lisa started to say.

"Don't say it, Lisa, I know what you thought!" I snapped at her.

She started to cry.

"no, please don't… don't cry." I asked her nicely.

But she never stopped.

That's the only thing that I hated, was to see lisa Cuddy cry.

Her tears had a certain power over me I might say.

"Don't… Please I… Don't cry." I demanded.

Her sobs kept coming.

Since her tears had a power over me.

I would use mine.

I was going to sing.

My voice echoed under her porch.

Blending with the wind.

Oh I had a lot to say was thinking on my time away
I missed you and things weren't the same

Cause everything inside it never comes out right
And when I see you cry it makes me want to die

I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue, I'm sorry about all the things I said to you
And I know I can't take it back
I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds, and baby the way you make my world go round
And I just wanted to say I'm sorry:

This time I think I'm to blame it's harder to get through the days
You get older and blame turns to shame

Every single day I think about how we came all this way
The sleepless nights and the tears you cried it's never too late to make it right
Oh yeah I'm sorry!

I'm sorry baby, yeah , I'm sorry

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you." I said as I finished the song.

Her cries quickly faded as I hugged her tight.

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TBC….

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