House lay on his cama in his room. Sweat puring down his face as pain surged through his leg. Detoxing was tough shit but he knew he had to do it. Every now and then he would rub his leg but that didn’t help at all. He couldn’t believe that these people at Mayfield could just stand there, knowing he was in pain, and not do anything for him. He hated it here at Mayfield. He knew he wasn’t crazy. It was the 3rd día and already he came up with a reason for the hallucinations: Vicodin. It always is the Vicodin. Because of his excessive use of Vicodin over a long period of time, House hallucinated for long periods of time. He wasn’t insane, he just needed to detox from Vicodin and cut WAY down on it. He bit his lip and grabbed his leg as another surge of pain shot up his leg. “House, tu got visitors buddy.” Dr. Grey told him. He sighed and slowly got up. It hurt to walk but whatever. As he limped into the visiting room he saw everyone staring at him. No one ever got visitors…atleast not the really insane ones. As House walked in he saw two figures get up from the table. Cuddy emmediatley gave House a hug and Wilson patted him on the back. “How are you?” She asked him. His eyes were blood shot and he was clearly in agonizing pain. “Uh…I’ve been better.” He dicho with a hint of sarcasm. She smiled at his weak joke. “Have tu figured out why tu were hallucinating?” Wilson asked knowing that he had thaught things out real well. “Yeah I have. It’s all the Vicodin’s fault. Everything is…almost everything. My brain became accustomed to it and made me halluinate…it’s really very simple. All I need to do is detox and cut down to 3 tablets a day.” He remarked taking a asiento at the table. Cuddy sat in the chair siguiente to him (rather close) and Wilson sat across from them. “You know it’s not that easy House.” She said. “…yeah. I know.” He looked down at the ground and sighed. “House, tu have to promise me something.” She dicho gently. “Oh boy.” He dicho sarcastically. “Seriously. Just this once, please, do this one little favor for me ok?” She didn’t need to beg anymore. Her eyes made his corazón pratically melt and all he wanted to do was hold her and tell her that he-Did he really just say that he lo-…no…did he? “What do tu want from me women?” She smiled at his cheap sarcasm. “I need tu to promise me that tu will fully detox and cut down to 3 tablets a day.” She got right in front of him. Eye to eye she talked to him. They were very close as she talked. Before answering her he thaught about it. “…ok.” He whispered. She let out a breath and took his face in her hands. “Thankyou.” She whispered giving him a peck on the cheek. She noticed a hint of red come to his cheeks. Was Gregory House actually blushing? She saw him blush and smiled but didn’t want to humiliate him infront of Wilson so she gave his cheek one last brush and stood. “That was so touching…I think I might cry.” Wilson dicho seriously. “Oh please.” House was not amused por his reaction. Cuddy laughed at them and went to talk to Dr. Stall, the head of Mayfield. “So on a scale of 1-20 how bad is the pain right now?” Wilson asked his best friend as Cuddy talked to the Dr. “It’s a…13 at the max.” House lied as he massaged his thigh fully knowing it was really a 17. “Well it could be worse.” Wilson dicho trying to lighten the seriousness. “It’s going to get worse. This is my 3rd día and already I’m in this much pain. Detoxing takes 7-10 days…by then I’ll be dead.” House dicho as he thaught of the grueling days to come. “You’ll want to be dead but tu won’t be dead.” Cuddy came back to where the boys were. “House, you’re therapist has dicho that you’ve been giving him a hard time ever since tu came.” She dicho looking directly into his eyes. “Imagine that.” He dicho sarcastically getting up. “If tu could atleast try to participate maybe it would help tu with your attitude problems.” She urged. “The reason I am an culo is because I am in constant pain. After I detox I won’t be in constant pain which means I won’t be a constant ass.” He dicho as a matter of factly. “But you’ll still be an ass.” She pointed out. “Yes, but not constantly.” Wilson was just watching. “You were an culo even before your leg.” “You would know.” They continued. “I would know.” “And how is that?” He asked knowing how she knew.