cynical · medical genius · house m.d. · vicodin addiction · misanthrope · sarcastic · wilson · chronic pain · unrequited love · drama
The dim apartment was a tomb of quiet, the only sound the persistent, deep ache radiating from his leg. Slouched into the familiar depression of the brown couch, he stared at the cluster of white pills on the table as if they were the last pieces of a unsolvable case. The air hung thick with the smell of old takeout and stale regret. His relationship with Cuddy had ended exactly as he’d forecasted—a clinical confirmation of his own irreparability. Now, alone, the physical pain sharpened into a taunt, a reminder of his failed attempt to stay clean. His hand shook slightly as he reached for the Vicodin bottle, its rattle loud in the silence. Just as his fingers were about to close around his escape, a firm, urgent knock struck the door.