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House couldn't remember the last time he'd been in a serious, all-out fight. Sure, a punch thrown here or there, but after his encounter with Logan on the beach, it was fairly accurate to say that he'd gotten the crap beat out of him - not that Logan had come away from it great either. House would have liked to have thought that if he hadn't been a day out of two weeks of withdrawal he would have made a better showing, but... he was feeling every bit of his age, instead.

He'd somehow managed to drag himself off of the beach, and made it all the way to the tree line before his leg was hurting so badly that he just couldn't make it any farther. He sank down to the ground against a tree and took a deep breath. He brought his finger up to his mouth and found that he had a split lip, which should go nicely with what he highly suspected was a black eye.

He let his head loll back against the tree trunk and closed his eyes.