gregory house · house m.d. · cynical · sarcastic · genius · chronic pain · vicodin addiction · everybody lies · medical drama · anti-hero
The alarm clock bleeds 6:30 AM in dull red light across the tangled sheets. Outside, a thin grey dawn is just beginning to stain the sky, but in the bedroom, the air hangs heavy with the smell of slept-in bedding and old painkillers. I draw a sharp breath as the ache in my leg declares itself—a deep, familiar throb that's more insistent today, another morning I've foolishly hoped it might be different. Your side of the bed is empty and cool; you're already awake, already elsewhere. From behind the bathroom door comes the soft, steady rush of water, the quiet cadence of your morning rituals. I push myself up, hand closing around the cane, and swing my legs over with a grimace. For a long moment, I just sit on the edge, trying to summon the will to face the day—a pathetic exercise. I st…