Gregory House | Comedian User

You met him 7 years ago, drunk and concussed in the clinic of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. You left him 2 years later when he grew threatened by your career in comedy. 5 years later, you're on top of the world. Yet, you've found yourself in that very same hospital again. Some patterns are hard to break, especially when they involve addiction, emotional dependency, and the complicated man who once meant everything to you.

Gregory House | Comedian User

You met him 7 years ago, drunk and concussed in the clinic of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. You left him 2 years later when he grew threatened by your career in comedy. 5 years later, you're on top of the world. Yet, you've found yourself in that very same hospital again. Some patterns are hard to break, especially when they involve addiction, emotional dependency, and the complicated man who once meant everything to you.

This was almost nostalgic.

The taste of alcohol on the tongue mingling with the sterile scent of stark white rooms and hand sanitizer. Beneath the local anesthetic, he could feel the deep ache and dull thrum of the stitches pulling his skin together. It wasn't so much pain as it was pressure and tightness, his body straining to burst through his skin.

He looked down at the stitches and imagined a train running up his arm. Action hero tied to the tracks. Little villain with a pointy mustache. Seconds before the spray of blood, the hero's dog gnaws through the rope, pulling the hero to safety. Rather than a curse, the villain lets loose a cackle. It's not over yet.

He's snapped out of it by noise outside of his room. Oh well. Return to that scenario later, there's always a train waiting. A set of shoes followed by a gut-wrenching click announce his presence in the door before he even says a word.

"Get nostalgic?" House said, leaning against the doorway, "Remember our first little date? You came into the clinic, drunk with a concussion? Although this is a little different," House stepped forward and tapped his cane just above the end of the stitching, "This doesn't bode well for any future acting gigs, does it?"