Before the ER began filling up with the drunks and the late night car crash victims, House left, signing his own discharge papers. He wanted to get lost, feel lost, literally. He had rocked the un-steady ship that contained his only two friends, and instead of ignoring it, he accepted the harsh responsibility for whatever consequences came after it.
Looking up into the black sky, he could see faint sparkles of stars, and then a low grumble, as it began to rain slightly. Wilson’s apartment was a few miles, but he knew Cuddy’s Home was only a few blocks. With the morphine in full effect, he...
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