Vicodin or Me? (A Hilson RP) - Chapter 5

House was still in bed, ignoring all calls. He had a nice splitting head ache to keep him company.

13: He's not picking up his calls, as usual

"You think he would?" Foreman asked. "I have already sent Chase to his apartment but he won't answer."

13: The last thing he'd listen to is Chase. We need someone more convincing than tht

"Cuddy, maybe if she was in a reviling shirt but she is out of town so that leaves Wilson."

13: I suppose he'll hv to do then

Wilson: *was in his office, looking rather mooning abt with his situation last night, bt he had yet to tell Sam abt it*

"Fine I will go tell him." Foreman went to Wilson's and knocked before entering. "Do you know why House is still at home eventhough it is close to 1?"

Wilson: *looked up* Huh? Oh, uh, I'm...I'm not sure, actually. *evn tho he did knw* Couldnt u contact him?

"30 calls and a trip later I stand before you. We don't have a key to your guys' place but you do. Can you got and drag him out into day light. I don't care if he does turn into dust." Foreman left the room.

Wilson: *rolled his eyes* Ugh, why me? *got up slowly n made his way out of the office, trying to hide the limp as he drove dwn to House's plc, took the key n entered* House? House, I'm coming in

House was in the bathroom, passed out. He had a needle next to him.

Wilson: *sees him* H...House? House!! *picked him up n lay him in bed before seeing the needle* Wht the...?

House jard awake. "I thought I said, not before noon." He mumbled.

Wilson: It's already past 1pm, House! And wht the hell is this? *shows him the needle* Are u doing wht I think ur doing?!

"None of you business. Go back to work and come back in two hours."

Wilson: *his hand clenched to a fist n suddenly gave House a sock on the face*

House's face turned with the punich. "Finaly grow a back bone. Your mom must be so proud."

Wilson: I am bloody worried abt u n all u can do is send me away?! Wht the fucking hell is wrong with u?! *was trembling with anger*

"I wanted you to come her to tell me you want something with me only to find my cold hard dead body. then you can go back to the harpy and we will have had one good time."

Wilson: Wht? R u fucking serious?! I nvr asked for this! I told u I will tell her, so wht's the point of telling her if u were dead?! I would end up being alone again! For someone as smart as u, ur sure arent so bright!

"Please." he pulled himself up, panting from the effort. "You could never leave a woman. They are the ones that leave you." he put his head on the head board. "Why would you want everone to know that you are gay or bi? You are a people pleaser."

Wilson: Wht do u mean? I thought I agreed to let Sam knw abt us, n now ur asking me to keep quiet? Make up ur mind

"Listen, Wilson. You never would have. You don't have the balls for it." he said. "The room is spinning."

Wilson: Wht? *quickly caught him before he fell* Tht's it. Ur going to the hospital one way or another *dialed Chase's number* Hello? Chase? Ur still within the vicinity? Get dwn here with ur car or something. We've got a problem with House

"Don't you dare take me in." He took the phone and threw it, not doing much damage. "I want to die in peace damn it. If I go, everyone will watch me like a hawk for the rest of my...life..." he passed out.

Wilson: *carried him to the bed n picked up the phone* Chase, u still there? Come ovr right now, alright? *hangs up n sat beside House, unconsciously stroking his hair*

House laid there like a sack of potatos.

Chase came flying back and knocked on the door.

Wilson: *answered the door* Ah, good. Help me out here. We need to admit him in

"What is wrong with him." Chase followed him back into the bedroom where House was sticking another needle in his vain.

Wilson: Tht's wht's wrong *snatches the needle away* House, u gotta stop this. Ur killing urself

"No shit, Sherlock." He had only put half in. "I thought I was having dinner." Making no sense what so ever.

Chase took the needle and looked at is. "This morphine. The ones they give to termaly ill patents. Twice the amount a regular person needs. He is trying to kill himself."

Wilson: Wht?! We gotta wheel him in to the hospital right now! *carried him by the arms* Help me out here, Chase!

Chase helped him. "How many did you take?" Refused to answer. "House you bloody idoit, tell me."

"Two and a half."

Chase sat him down in the car. "And you are still alive?"

Wilson: *rolled his eyes* Now is not the time for sarcasm. Let's go *went into Chase's car, forgetting his own*

Chase got into the drivers seat and took off. "That is enough to kill a man. I know he took vicaden but this is more than that."

Wilson: I dont understand...Why would he want to do this? Is the dose for his leg not working anymore or...does he reli want to kill himself...?

"You should know that by now." House said. "Now take me back home, you two."

Wilson: *tries to hide a guilty blush* No. Ur going to recuperate in a proper hospital, n tht's final!

"I do not need a hospitle." his eyes where started to droop.

"Wilson, do not let him got to sleep, it will kill him. We are about two minitues away." He called into the hospitle. "I need a team on stand by. Suspected over dose."

Wilson: Alright *turned to House* Hey, hey, House. Stay with me. Talk to me. Say whtever, shoot whtever insults u want. Dont go to sleep

House rolled over and closed his eyes. He wanted to die before anyone had a chance to save him.

Wilson: Hey, hey, House! Don't be an asshole *grabbed him by the shoulder n shook him hard* Wake up! Stay with me!

"I am the ass hole? I am not the person keeping me awake."

Wilson: I'm keeping u awake bcoz I dont want u to die, goddammit! Now who's the asshole here?

His eyes rolled back in his head as Chase pullled up to the building and got out. The team came running out.

Wilson: * helped House out of the car, all the while shouting at his ear, trying to keep him together*

Cuddy: *was part of the team* Wht's the status right now?

"He just passed out. He said he took two and a half sergenges of morphine for the cancer ward. So he has five times the amount a normal man needs and he still handing on."

House opened his eyes to look at Wilson then closed them again.

Cuddy: Hurry, take him to ER #3. Have him detoxed immediately

Wilson: *passed House to the team, following behind them before just standing there listlessly as the ER shut in front of him*

Chase came up. "That is all we can do, they can take it from here." Chase patted his shoulder and went to tell the others the news.

Wilson: *made his way towards the staff lounge, looking reli disheveled*

13: *was shocked to hear the news coming frm Chase* Wht was he thinking?! If word gets out, this will jeopardize his career!

"He has not jeopardized it, he has lost it." Foreman said. "They gave his lisence back once after the stint in the mental ward but they won't over look this."

13: *looked a little concerned. As much as an ass House maybe, he is the best doctor in the house*

"I wonder what Cuddy is going to do with him.

Taub: Worse case scenario? Fire him all ovr again, i suppose

"Then that would be a death sentence in it's own. House likes to be secretive this is going to kill him to have this made public." Chase said.

13: As if he hadnt tried to kill himself already

Taub: Bt this is serious. There is nothing we can do now to help him. Its out of our hands