Thanks again for the comments on my 2nd chapter! Here is the 3rd chapter! Keep letting me know what you think I amor hearing from you! :D
3. Delays
Mmmmbop! Da ba doo bop dubey ah ba doo bop da ba doooooo yayey yeah….mmmbop….
House woke up with a grunt and picked up the cell phone. “Hello?” He answered groggily.
“House! It’s not Hydrophenosis!” Wilson shouted from the other end of the line.
“What?”
“We were about to test him and he went into cardiac arrest! He’s stable but we don’t know for how long.”
“Well was it a coração attack? What caused it?”
“We don’t know! But whatever it is moved to his heart!” Thirteen added. “We don’t know what else to do!”
House glanced over at Cuddy who was still facing the elevator and seemed to be engrossed with the doors. “Well you figure it out. That’s what you’re here for!” House hung up the phone quickly and sat it down seguinte to him. He grimaced and massaged his leg again before looking at the back of Cuddy’s head.
Feeling his eyes on her she turned around. “What are you staring at?”
“Well it’s not like there is anything else to stare at,” House shrugged and continued to scrutinize her.
“Yeah well you’re making me uncomfortable so if you don’t mind…” Cuddy crossed her arms and began pacing back and forth in the front of the elevator.
“Why were you crying again?” House interrogated.
Cuddy looked at him pointedly and then turned away. “I was not crying.”
“Oh please. It’s not like you are not three feet in front of me! I have ears,” House picked up the case file. “Okay. So our patient doesn’t have Hydrophenosis. He went into cardiac arrest. What else could it be?”
“Well…is it possible that he could have the flu AND another disease at another time?” Cuddy suggested while brushing a piece of hair from her face.
House shook his head. “Nope.”
“Why not?” Cuddy put her hands on her hips.
House looked down. “The odds of that are extremely low.”
“Well last time I checked you make your living on low odds,” Cuddy answered.
House picked up the phone and dialed. “Wilson I need you to run tests for pneumonia as well.”
“Why?” Wilson asked. “Why should that matter?”
“It was Cuddy’s idea. Indulge her.” House made a face at Cuddy who rolled her eyes. House hung up the phone.
“Gee and that makes me sound so intelligent,” Cuddy added sarcastically.
“You never answered my first pergunta you know,” House stated loudly.
“None of your business,” Cuddy snapped.
“Uhhhhh…I think it is my business” House argued, “Right after we had our little discussion about you not being there for me right before Mayfield.”
Cuddy stopped pacing and stared at him. “Seriously? Are you attempting to place the blame on me AFTER I explained to you that I don’t read minds?” Cuddy pointed at her head with her fingers angrily.
“Yes!” House proclaimed.
“Well screw you!” Cuddy said and she turned away to face the doors again.
“You know you can’t run OR hide from me in here either so all I’m going to do is keep asking you!” House said in an annoying voice.
“Fine you know what?! Fine, fine!” Cuddy whirled back around. “I was crying because I feel guilty okay? I feel guilty!! Are you happy?!” She looked about to burst into tears and went back to pushing the buttons on the elevator in vain.
“You feel guilty? Let me guess…about dating Lucas?” House said.
“No! About not knowing that you needed my help!” Cuddy moaned. “You needed me! And I wasn’t there! And now you’re back! And you’re…you’re…” Cuddy started to cry again and House looked away, feeling slightly embarrassed at Cuddy’s fresh outburst of tears.
Gaining a hold of herself quickly, Cuddy wiped her eyes. “There…I lost it. Are you done now?”
House didn’t have to answer because he was saved por the phone. He picked it up and hit the speaker button. “Lovebirds here.”
“So we finished the tests and it turns out that he does indeed have pneumonia. The problem is that we now don’t know which symptoms belong to the pneumonia and which belong to the other disease.” Foreman said in one breath.
“There’s also a possibility that the symptoms are dual too. Maybe one caused the other,” Chase added.
“Well…then categorize them. Duh! Obviously the pneumonia caused the fever and possibly the headache.”
“Pneumonia causes coughing but not vomiting blood, stomach problems, or cardiac arrest,” Thirteen stated.
“What about comida poisoning?” Taub suddenly said loudly. “It would explain everything!”
“Good. Get a work up, talk to the patient, and do some mais tests!” House hung up and glanced at the phone. “Damn.”
“What?” Cuddy looked at her employee, questioning.
“The phone is down to one bar. We are going to lose contact soon. If we don’t solve this case….”
“They can always solve it without you you know. They’ve done it before,” Cuddy retorted.
“Yes but it was also my lifeline in case you chose to kill me,” House shot back.
“Oh please. If I wanted to kill you I would have done it years ago.” Cuddy sat down with her back against the doors, facing House.
“Really? Why didn’t you kill me when we bought the loft?” House raised his eyebrow, a challenge.
Cuddy crossed her arms and shifted uncomfortably. “Because…because Wilson bought it!”
“So why didn’t you kill him?” House asked.
“You know what? I’m sick of you pestering me with questions! I think I have the right to ask you a million and one questions,” she deflected.
“Why did you get Wilson to buy the loft?”
“I didn’t. It was his idea. He was doing it for me,” House said casually.
Cuddy leaned her head back against the doors. “Alright then. Why have you two decided to ruin my life?”
“Actually we were trying to save it.” House said in the same casual voice.
“Well you know what?! I try to…were?” Cuddy stopped mid-sentence and shot to attention. “What do you mean ‘were?’”
“I decided that I’m not going to mess with your relationships anymore. If Wilson wants to, I’m not going to stop him. But I’m not going to interfere any longer.”
“Why?” Cuddy looked over at House suspiciously.
House suddenly grabbed his leg and cried out in pain.
“House?” Cuddy looked alarmed.
“I’m okay,” House said through his teeth, but his face had turned white.
“You don’t look okay,” Cuddy scooted forward. “Where does it hurt? Is it because you fell on it?”
“I don’t know. Just leave it alone.” House groaned.
“If you would just let me see….” Cuddy reached out to touch his leg.
“I said I’m FINE!” House shouted and Cuddy recoiled. He grabbed onto his leg. “Ever since I’ve gotten off of Vicodin I get these pain surges but it got worse after I fell on it. Don’t baby me I’m alright.”
“I don’t baby you!” Cuddy said, shocked.
“Yes you do! What about the time I got in the motorcycle accident?”
“Well…that was…”
“Or the time I was being held hostage?
“You see but then…”
“Or the time I electrified my skull to save Amber…”
“You almost died!” Cuddy exclaimed. “I was there for you. I was a friend! You call THAT babying?”
House looked down at the floor and noticed an old blood spot on the carpet. He rubbed it with his finger, but it didn’t come off.
“You WANT me to baby you,” Cuddy interjected. “That’s why you hallucinated me helping you detox. You want me to take care of you.”
House glanced up at Cuddy briefly, trying not to give away his feelings but they were still written all over his face. “House…” Cuddy said softly.
The phone rang again and this time Cuddy picked it up. “Yes?”
“Lisa? It’s James. How are things in there?”
“We’re okay,” Cuddy said a little too hurriedly. “Anything new on the patient?”
“Actually I was updating you on the elevator situation.”
“Please tell me that they are coming to fix the problem now,” Cuddy shot a hopeful glance at House who also looked hopeful.
“On the contrary…Lisa when the power went out and the generators came on some sort of glitch occurred. That’s why everyone has been running around everywhere. Some of the machines did not come back on that were supposed to and…”
“Get to the soco line James!” Cuddy nearly screeched.
“Punch line is that we won’t be able to get a mechanic to you two for a while. You’re just going to have to sit it out.”
Cuddy’s face fell and House grabbed the phone from her hand. “Sit it out??? Wilson! We’ve been in here for 3 hours already! I don’t know how much mais of this I can take! And the cell phone is running out of battery!”
“Look. We are getting to someone to you as fast as possible. But right now we are dealing with the dying. You two are gonna have to tough it out. Save the cell phone battery. Your team is still running tests.” Wilson hung up and House looked down at the phone in disbelief.
“He can NOT be serious,” Cuddy said, no hope left in her voice. “We could be in here all night!”
House rubbed his leg again. “You don’t happen to have any pills on you do you?”
“Sorry left them in my other pants,” Cuddy said. “Look House, if you did something to your leg, we NEED to get you out of here!”
“Well I’m not dying, in case you haven’t noticed. Remember, dying patients come first!”
“I’m impressed. Is that actually humanity pouring out of you?” Cuddy looked at House, amused.
“Sorry sweetie but I was just repeating the Big Man. We’ve got to deal with what we’ve got!” House said. He began to stand up slowly. “I’ll walk it off.”
Cuddy sat there and stared at him as he got up and began pacing at the back of the elevator, slowly, and painfully.
“Are you sure…”
“I’m fine!” House gave Cuddy a look and she backed off, moving into the opposite corner of the elevator and watching him, her face guilty.
House stopped. “Can you….” He was interrupted once again por the cell phone. He growled and leaned over to pick it up but Cuddy was faster. “Anything new?”
“So we tested him for comida poisoning. Negative,” Taub’s voice sounded disappointed.
“We also went ahead and looked for comida allergies too. Nothing.” Foreman added.
“Well then we are back to square one. Go.” House began pacing the elevator and rubbing his chin.
“It could be sepsis. He had his spleen removed…” Chase tried.
“He would be dead por now,” House interrupted.
“Amyloidosis?” Cuddy piped up.
“Doesn’t explain the vomiting blood,” House shook his head.
“But it would explain the stomach problems and the weakness and his difficulty eating,” Foreman said. “We should test him.”
“Amyloidosis doesn’t mover to the coração so quickly!” House said, frustrated.
“But it could be familial House. If it’s a rare strain it may have moved to his heart. We are going to check.” The line went dead and House shot Cuddy a death glare.
“Would you like to take over the case for me?! Be my guest!”
“Why are you so angry? Just because I’ve been mais right than you today?”
“Yeah? You’re not even a real doctor you’re an administrator!”
“Oh lay off House!” Cuddy snapped. “Neither are you so just lay off!” She sighed and stood back up, the phone still in her hand. The two continued pacing back and forth in the elevator.
House turned to look at Cuddy who was rubbing her face, looking guilty again and House rolled his eyes. She stopped and flipped the phone open, starting to dial.
“What are you doing?” House asked.
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m calling Rachel’s nanny. I need to make sure…”
“No!”
Cuddy put the phone to her ear. “Excuse me? I have every right…”
“No!” House was across the elevator in 3 seconds. He grabbed the phone and hit the end button.
“House! I need to call the nanny and apprise her of the situation!”
“Not when we have one bar left on this phone and a dying patient upstairs you don’t! Rachel will be fine.”
“I still need to make that call!” Cuddy held out her hand but House shook his head. “No. I can’t let you waste even two minutos of that battery.”
“You give me that phone right now!” Cuddy stamped her foot on the ground.
“The answer is still no!”
Cuddy reached out and grabbed the phone from House who attempted to hold onto it.
“Give it to me!”
“Absolutely not!
“You jackass! Give it to me this minuto or…”
“Or what? You’ll yell me to death?” House mocked.
Cuddy made a growling sound and tugged harder. The two of them began moving around in circles in the elevator like a couple of three ano olds fighting over a teddy bear.
House pushed her against the mural and leaned into her face. “Your precious daughter will be fine.”
“I need to make sure!” Cuddy leaned in and said to his face before pushing him back to the middle of the elevator.
“No you don’t!”
“You know what? You know what? This is silly we are two adults we can solve this without atuação like children,” Cuddy stopped and panted looking at House. “You can give me the phone or your bunda is fired.”
“Or you can let go before I tell the Board that you put your well daughter before a dying patient,” House said leaning back down in her face. He held it there watching her closely.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Cuddy’s eyes became little slits.
“Watch me,” House threatened.
Cuddy’s nostrils flared angrily and she let out go forcefully shoving House into the back of the elevator. He grinned at his victory and then grimaced again and dropped to the floor, his face turning white again.
“Did I hurt your leg?” Cuddy raced over and knelt seguinte to him.
He shook his head and closed his eyes as pain racketed up and down his leg.
3. Delays
Mmmmbop! Da ba doo bop dubey ah ba doo bop da ba doooooo yayey yeah….mmmbop….
House woke up with a grunt and picked up the cell phone. “Hello?” He answered groggily.
“House! It’s not Hydrophenosis!” Wilson shouted from the other end of the line.
“What?”
“We were about to test him and he went into cardiac arrest! He’s stable but we don’t know for how long.”
“Well was it a coração attack? What caused it?”
“We don’t know! But whatever it is moved to his heart!” Thirteen added. “We don’t know what else to do!”
House glanced over at Cuddy who was still facing the elevator and seemed to be engrossed with the doors. “Well you figure it out. That’s what you’re here for!” House hung up the phone quickly and sat it down seguinte to him. He grimaced and massaged his leg again before looking at the back of Cuddy’s head.
Feeling his eyes on her she turned around. “What are you staring at?”
“Well it’s not like there is anything else to stare at,” House shrugged and continued to scrutinize her.
“Yeah well you’re making me uncomfortable so if you don’t mind…” Cuddy crossed her arms and began pacing back and forth in the front of the elevator.
“Why were you crying again?” House interrogated.
Cuddy looked at him pointedly and then turned away. “I was not crying.”
“Oh please. It’s not like you are not three feet in front of me! I have ears,” House picked up the case file. “Okay. So our patient doesn’t have Hydrophenosis. He went into cardiac arrest. What else could it be?”
“Well…is it possible that he could have the flu AND another disease at another time?” Cuddy suggested while brushing a piece of hair from her face.
House shook his head. “Nope.”
“Why not?” Cuddy put her hands on her hips.
House looked down. “The odds of that are extremely low.”
“Well last time I checked you make your living on low odds,” Cuddy answered.
House picked up the phone and dialed. “Wilson I need you to run tests for pneumonia as well.”
“Why?” Wilson asked. “Why should that matter?”
“It was Cuddy’s idea. Indulge her.” House made a face at Cuddy who rolled her eyes. House hung up the phone.
“Gee and that makes me sound so intelligent,” Cuddy added sarcastically.
“You never answered my first pergunta you know,” House stated loudly.
“None of your business,” Cuddy snapped.
“Uhhhhh…I think it is my business” House argued, “Right after we had our little discussion about you not being there for me right before Mayfield.”
Cuddy stopped pacing and stared at him. “Seriously? Are you attempting to place the blame on me AFTER I explained to you that I don’t read minds?” Cuddy pointed at her head with her fingers angrily.
“Yes!” House proclaimed.
“Well screw you!” Cuddy said and she turned away to face the doors again.
“You know you can’t run OR hide from me in here either so all I’m going to do is keep asking you!” House said in an annoying voice.
“Fine you know what?! Fine, fine!” Cuddy whirled back around. “I was crying because I feel guilty okay? I feel guilty!! Are you happy?!” She looked about to burst into tears and went back to pushing the buttons on the elevator in vain.
“You feel guilty? Let me guess…about dating Lucas?” House said.
“No! About not knowing that you needed my help!” Cuddy moaned. “You needed me! And I wasn’t there! And now you’re back! And you’re…you’re…” Cuddy started to cry again and House looked away, feeling slightly embarrassed at Cuddy’s fresh outburst of tears.
Gaining a hold of herself quickly, Cuddy wiped her eyes. “There…I lost it. Are you done now?”
House didn’t have to answer because he was saved por the phone. He picked it up and hit the speaker button. “Lovebirds here.”
“So we finished the tests and it turns out that he does indeed have pneumonia. The problem is that we now don’t know which symptoms belong to the pneumonia and which belong to the other disease.” Foreman said in one breath.
“There’s also a possibility that the symptoms are dual too. Maybe one caused the other,” Chase added.
“Well…then categorize them. Duh! Obviously the pneumonia caused the fever and possibly the headache.”
“Pneumonia causes coughing but not vomiting blood, stomach problems, or cardiac arrest,” Thirteen stated.
“What about comida poisoning?” Taub suddenly said loudly. “It would explain everything!”
“Good. Get a work up, talk to the patient, and do some mais tests!” House hung up and glanced at the phone. “Damn.”
“What?” Cuddy looked at her employee, questioning.
“The phone is down to one bar. We are going to lose contact soon. If we don’t solve this case….”
“They can always solve it without you you know. They’ve done it before,” Cuddy retorted.
“Yes but it was also my lifeline in case you chose to kill me,” House shot back.
“Oh please. If I wanted to kill you I would have done it years ago.” Cuddy sat down with her back against the doors, facing House.
“Really? Why didn’t you kill me when we bought the loft?” House raised his eyebrow, a challenge.
Cuddy crossed her arms and shifted uncomfortably. “Because…because Wilson bought it!”
“So why didn’t you kill him?” House asked.
“You know what? I’m sick of you pestering me with questions! I think I have the right to ask you a million and one questions,” she deflected.
“Why did you get Wilson to buy the loft?”
“I didn’t. It was his idea. He was doing it for me,” House said casually.
Cuddy leaned her head back against the doors. “Alright then. Why have you two decided to ruin my life?”
“Actually we were trying to save it.” House said in the same casual voice.
“Well you know what?! I try to…were?” Cuddy stopped mid-sentence and shot to attention. “What do you mean ‘were?’”
“I decided that I’m not going to mess with your relationships anymore. If Wilson wants to, I’m not going to stop him. But I’m not going to interfere any longer.”
“Why?” Cuddy looked over at House suspiciously.
House suddenly grabbed his leg and cried out in pain.
“House?” Cuddy looked alarmed.
“I’m okay,” House said through his teeth, but his face had turned white.
“You don’t look okay,” Cuddy scooted forward. “Where does it hurt? Is it because you fell on it?”
“I don’t know. Just leave it alone.” House groaned.
“If you would just let me see….” Cuddy reached out to touch his leg.
“I said I’m FINE!” House shouted and Cuddy recoiled. He grabbed onto his leg. “Ever since I’ve gotten off of Vicodin I get these pain surges but it got worse after I fell on it. Don’t baby me I’m alright.”
“I don’t baby you!” Cuddy said, shocked.
“Yes you do! What about the time I got in the motorcycle accident?”
“Well…that was…”
“Or the time I was being held hostage?
“You see but then…”
“Or the time I electrified my skull to save Amber…”
“You almost died!” Cuddy exclaimed. “I was there for you. I was a friend! You call THAT babying?”
House looked down at the floor and noticed an old blood spot on the carpet. He rubbed it with his finger, but it didn’t come off.
“You WANT me to baby you,” Cuddy interjected. “That’s why you hallucinated me helping you detox. You want me to take care of you.”
House glanced up at Cuddy briefly, trying not to give away his feelings but they were still written all over his face. “House…” Cuddy said softly.
The phone rang again and this time Cuddy picked it up. “Yes?”
“Lisa? It’s James. How are things in there?”
“We’re okay,” Cuddy said a little too hurriedly. “Anything new on the patient?”
“Actually I was updating you on the elevator situation.”
“Please tell me that they are coming to fix the problem now,” Cuddy shot a hopeful glance at House who also looked hopeful.
“On the contrary…Lisa when the power went out and the generators came on some sort of glitch occurred. That’s why everyone has been running around everywhere. Some of the machines did not come back on that were supposed to and…”
“Get to the soco line James!” Cuddy nearly screeched.
“Punch line is that we won’t be able to get a mechanic to you two for a while. You’re just going to have to sit it out.”
Cuddy’s face fell and House grabbed the phone from her hand. “Sit it out??? Wilson! We’ve been in here for 3 hours already! I don’t know how much mais of this I can take! And the cell phone is running out of battery!”
“Look. We are getting to someone to you as fast as possible. But right now we are dealing with the dying. You two are gonna have to tough it out. Save the cell phone battery. Your team is still running tests.” Wilson hung up and House looked down at the phone in disbelief.
“He can NOT be serious,” Cuddy said, no hope left in her voice. “We could be in here all night!”
House rubbed his leg again. “You don’t happen to have any pills on you do you?”
“Sorry left them in my other pants,” Cuddy said. “Look House, if you did something to your leg, we NEED to get you out of here!”
“Well I’m not dying, in case you haven’t noticed. Remember, dying patients come first!”
“I’m impressed. Is that actually humanity pouring out of you?” Cuddy looked at House, amused.
“Sorry sweetie but I was just repeating the Big Man. We’ve got to deal with what we’ve got!” House said. He began to stand up slowly. “I’ll walk it off.”
Cuddy sat there and stared at him as he got up and began pacing at the back of the elevator, slowly, and painfully.
“Are you sure…”
“I’m fine!” House gave Cuddy a look and she backed off, moving into the opposite corner of the elevator and watching him, her face guilty.
House stopped. “Can you….” He was interrupted once again por the cell phone. He growled and leaned over to pick it up but Cuddy was faster. “Anything new?”
“So we tested him for comida poisoning. Negative,” Taub’s voice sounded disappointed.
“We also went ahead and looked for comida allergies too. Nothing.” Foreman added.
“Well then we are back to square one. Go.” House began pacing the elevator and rubbing his chin.
“It could be sepsis. He had his spleen removed…” Chase tried.
“He would be dead por now,” House interrupted.
“Amyloidosis?” Cuddy piped up.
“Doesn’t explain the vomiting blood,” House shook his head.
“But it would explain the stomach problems and the weakness and his difficulty eating,” Foreman said. “We should test him.”
“Amyloidosis doesn’t mover to the coração so quickly!” House said, frustrated.
“But it could be familial House. If it’s a rare strain it may have moved to his heart. We are going to check.” The line went dead and House shot Cuddy a death glare.
“Would you like to take over the case for me?! Be my guest!”
“Why are you so angry? Just because I’ve been mais right than you today?”
“Yeah? You’re not even a real doctor you’re an administrator!”
“Oh lay off House!” Cuddy snapped. “Neither are you so just lay off!” She sighed and stood back up, the phone still in her hand. The two continued pacing back and forth in the elevator.
House turned to look at Cuddy who was rubbing her face, looking guilty again and House rolled his eyes. She stopped and flipped the phone open, starting to dial.
“What are you doing?” House asked.
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m calling Rachel’s nanny. I need to make sure…”
“No!”
Cuddy put the phone to her ear. “Excuse me? I have every right…”
“No!” House was across the elevator in 3 seconds. He grabbed the phone and hit the end button.
“House! I need to call the nanny and apprise her of the situation!”
“Not when we have one bar left on this phone and a dying patient upstairs you don’t! Rachel will be fine.”
“I still need to make that call!” Cuddy held out her hand but House shook his head. “No. I can’t let you waste even two minutos of that battery.”
“You give me that phone right now!” Cuddy stamped her foot on the ground.
“The answer is still no!”
Cuddy reached out and grabbed the phone from House who attempted to hold onto it.
“Give it to me!”
“Absolutely not!
“You jackass! Give it to me this minuto or…”
“Or what? You’ll yell me to death?” House mocked.
Cuddy made a growling sound and tugged harder. The two of them began moving around in circles in the elevator like a couple of three ano olds fighting over a teddy bear.
House pushed her against the mural and leaned into her face. “Your precious daughter will be fine.”
“I need to make sure!” Cuddy leaned in and said to his face before pushing him back to the middle of the elevator.
“No you don’t!”
“You know what? You know what? This is silly we are two adults we can solve this without atuação like children,” Cuddy stopped and panted looking at House. “You can give me the phone or your bunda is fired.”
“Or you can let go before I tell the Board that you put your well daughter before a dying patient,” House said leaning back down in her face. He held it there watching her closely.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Cuddy’s eyes became little slits.
“Watch me,” House threatened.
Cuddy’s nostrils flared angrily and she let out go forcefully shoving House into the back of the elevator. He grinned at his victory and then grimaced again and dropped to the floor, his face turning white again.
“Did I hurt your leg?” Cuddy raced over and knelt seguinte to him.
He shook his head and closed his eyes as pain racketed up and down his leg.
I got this info off the house boards over on the house website. this person has posted spoilers before and they always turn out to be true most of the time so i trust this person.
There is after all a light of hope at the end of the tunnel:
S
P
O
I
L
E
R
Just in: this person has inside info on House and is VERYreliable-
seems that the purpose of this arc(C/L) is to further C feelings for H...
(for what this person perceives).
..that Cuddy finds out that House doesnt take her relationship with Lucas lightly.
Have a nice night!!
There is after all a light of hope at the end of the tunnel:
S
P
O
I
L
E
R
Just in: this person has inside info on House and is VERYreliable-
seems that the purpose of this arc(C/L) is to further C feelings for H...
(for what this person perceives).
..that Cuddy finds out that House doesnt take her relationship with Lucas lightly.
Have a nice night!!
I was leitura up on opiate withdrawal and apparently you can go through withdrawal not just to stop taking the drug, Vicodin in House’s case, but to reduce the amount you’re taking.
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the seguinte morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the o espaço of a horrible 24 hora detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every hora or so like before.
Short and simple :)
So in House’s case, like Wilson said; his Vicodin levels where way to high and so the only option was to let his body recover and reduce it’s need for that amount it got everyday.
Therefore, the seguinte morning when he was seemingly better; it was because of the extreme cold-turkeyness that House used to reduce his levels of Vicodin in order for his hallucination of Amber to go away. So I don’t think it was a hallucination, because he hasn’t quit Vicodin, he has only reduced the amount he takes within the o espaço of a horrible 24 hora detox. His body no longer craves the Vicodin every hora or so like before.
Short and simple :)