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House continued to frown, "I wish I could be what you needed..." He muttered it under his breath, it was barely audible. But House got up painfully slow, his face contorted in the pain. He had been sitting too long, his leg was stiff but the pain was welcomed. It took his mind off of a worse pain, his chest ached with a pain that no doctor except maybe Wilson could heal. He stood for a moment as he let the pain fade. He looked at Wilson, he didn't know what to say to him. For once House may be speechless. He grabbed the empty beer bottles and hobbled into to the kitchen, he did it mainly to get away for a moment. He bit his lip, a wave of depression had hit him. But his eyes wondered to a bottle sitting on the the counter, pills a magical release. He opened the bottle and got two out. He tilted his head back and swallowed them, he sighed in slight relief.

House walked back to the living room and smiled slightly. "Well if there is any hope of me even getting up in the morning, I had better get to sleep." House scratched the back of his head as he waited for Wilson's reply. He wondered how different their friendship would be now because of his little outburst. He hoped that it wouldn't heavily affect it, although he wished that he could possibly learn to not push him away. Wilson had been a lot more understanding then House deserved.

House laughed at Wilson's jokebut it was empty and left soon after it came, it happened to take his smile with it. House wished for once in his life that he wasn't so damn impossible. It would be easier for most of the human race if he just ceased to exsist. But suicide was just another selfish way out for House. Yet wouldn't it finally end the pain, no it would only end his pain but it might cause pain for others. He just let a small sigh out, although it would be so easy just to overdose and kill himself, he couldn't. Not only because it would hurt others but because he has always had a persevering nature.

House just began to walk to his room but stopped, "Goodnight Wilson, No matter what happens...." He pauses but continues even though it was hard for him because it proved that he treasured Wilson, needed him even. "I'll always consider you my best friend." He continued onto his bedroom, where he turned off the lights and crawled into bed.

It was seven o'clock in the morning but House was fast asleep. Not just fast asleep but that snoring and drooling sleep. He was dreaming about Wilson and Stacy, both were doing highly inappropriate things. It was a pretty nice dream all in all, it made a smile come to his face. But soon the dream turned into a nightmare. Wilson was arguing with him about how he didn't share enough and Stacy was doing the same. He was cornered by them trying to back away, trying to escape. A wall stood between him and freedom, pills had appeared in his hand. As he took them the wall started to fall down around him.

He frowned but he knew subconciously his body and mind be trying to tell him something. He already knew that he depended heavily upon the pills as a certain escape. House had a way of escaping from situations with medication or sarcasm.

House reached out and wrapped a hand around Wilson's tie pulling him close. He turned his head to face him they were an inch apart but House was glaring as usual. "If your going to ask me to get up this early, you had better have a cup of coffee ready..." House's blue eyes were bleared but through the glare they took on a brighter hue. He slowly let go of Wilson's tie, realizing that it may be akward. He buried his head into the pillow again.

He didn't want to wake up although it was easier to wake up to Wilson's face so close beside him. He sometimes wished that Wilson still lived with him, he liked having him so close by. House would probably never admit how much Wilson truely meant to him and maybe thats why they could never be together.

House mutters something unintelligible as he struggles to get out of bed. His vision is hazy as he stumbles to his feet. House grabbed the nearest body spray and took a standard prostitute bath, knowing Wilson was probably in the bathroom. He picks up a pair of jeans that had been laying on the floor and sets them on the bed. He then proceeds to find a shirt, he picks up his AC/DC t-shirt and sniffs it. No good, he throws it to the floor to pick up a Twisted Sister shirt, smells fine. He pulls it on while he stifles a yawn. He goes back to the bed and puts on his jean hopping on his good leg to pull them on. House ends up stubbing his toe against the bed frame and lets out a stream of profanities that would make a sailor blush. He sits down on the bed and continues to mutter unspeakable words under his breath while pulling on a pair of socks and slipping on his sneakers. He grabbed his cane last and headed for the kitchen, stopping only to look in the bathroom mirror. He could probably put off shaving for a few more days. He hobbled into the kitchen in a sour mood, or even more then a sour mood then he's usually in.

House took up his cup of coffee and sipped it. It wasn't great but it was fine for its purpose. He hated getting up this early, it had to be against some kind of law. He yawned slightly and picked up his pill bottle. He shook it and cursed silently, he was out. This day just couldn't get any worse, he lost his chance to have love again, he had to get up early, and he was out of vicodin. If it could get worse he certainly didn't want to deal with it. But of course it would get worse, as life progressively got worse. Its little moments of happiness were few and far between.

He nodded to Wilson's statement, he wasn't feeling talkitive but hopefully Wilson wouldn't take it the wrong way. It wasn't the first time House had nothing to say. He was just so tired and not the kind of tired that sleep could fix. It was going to be one of those god awful days, Cuddy would probably find some reason or another to get mad at him. He would most likely offend one of his team members and they would hold it against him like the annoying peons they were. This day was going to suck, you could smell it in the air.

House finished off his cup of coffee and stared down at the empty cup. He set it on the counter and sighed. He gripped his cane that had been sitting near him. "Alright, well we might as well go." He walks towards the door but turns slightly to talk over his shoulder. "I hope you know that I get control of the radio." He grins slightly, trying to get in a better mood, but it seemed very forced.