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Early morning, Nov. 2
House was awake, which wasn't saying much considering how little he'd slept the night before. Between the madness of Halloween and the fact that Jack still wasn't back, it wasn't all that surprising.
It hadn't even been twenty-four hours, so he wasn't sure that he should even be worried yet, but with Jack you could never tell. At least he'd stopped to tell House where he was going. Not that "after Ace" had been particularly informative. He always had to play the fucking hero.
Giving up on even pretending to try to sleep, House got up, pulled on a shirt, and swallowed two Vicodin.
House was awake, which wasn't saying much considering how little he'd slept the night before. Between the madness of Halloween and the fact that Jack still wasn't back, it wasn't all that surprising.
It hadn't even been twenty-four hours, so he wasn't sure that he should even be worried yet, but with Jack you could never tell. At least he'd stopped to tell House where he was going. Not that "after Ace" had been particularly informative. He always had to play the fucking hero.
Giving up on even pretending to try to sleep, House got up, pulled on a shirt, and swallowed two Vicodin.
