for Phedre

[misanthrope_md]

House was starting to wish that Phedre wouldn't come. It was a terrible idea, suggesting that she look after him while he was detoxing. He didn't know what he'd been thinking... oh, right, he was stoned at the time. All he had to do was suck it up for a few days. If he could get through the worst of it, then he could at least make his way to the compound for food.

He'd told her that it would start when the island changed back, but in reality it had been a couple of days before that since the last time he'd been to the opium den. He'd woken up itching for a fix, only to realize that he was in his own bed again. He'd felt like sobbing.

Now, a day later, he could tick off the symptoms, the ones that he'd told Phedre to look up: watery eyes, runny nose, dilated pupils, loss of appetite, panic attacks, chills, nausea, muscle cramps, insomnia, stomach cramps, vomiting, shaking, sweating. And of course, the normal pain in his leg was magnified by about five, maybe ten times. He could barely move.

He was dreading that she would come. Praying that she would. No, no, she didn't need to see this, no one should see this. It was his own goddamn fault. Clad in pajama pants and a tshirt, he sprawled on the bed with the sheets tangled around him. Fucker was barking at the door. Oh right, House had left him outside. That was better.

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[misanthrope_md]

House looked at her sharply. "I don't need the pain," he said. "And I don't want it. I never have. If there was an actual way to end it, I would. Cutting off my leg is not an option, especially not here."

He felt a wave of nausea and closed his eyes again with a moan.

[submitwithwill]

Yet he clung to it like a child, his pain, used it to excuse everything he was suffering now, every action that led to this moment. And he would do it again, I had no doubt. Perhaps it was too late for him, the had lost the hope and stayed in the darkness inside himself. There were those like that, I knew full well.

"Greg?" His moan pulled me from my reverie and I paused, looking to the side for a bucket in case he should need one. It was a difficult and painful process, weaning oneself from these drugs. I had seen those that had killed themselves rather than face it.

[misanthrope_md]

"Phedre." Suddenly House grasped her hand, an almost pleading expression on his face.

"Thank you."

[submitwithwill]

Leaning forward, I pressed his hand to my lips. "It will get better. Just a few days and you'll be right again." As right as right was for him at any rate. He worried me in a way I couldn't define, perhaps didn't want to, but for now all I could do was stay with him, try to ease his pain as best I could.

[misanthrope_md]

House relaxed a little, and closed his eyes as he waited for the nausea to pass.

"Right is an interesting word for it," he mumbled.