Title: Another day, me and you.

Author: springshine

Notes/Disclaimer: I do not own any of these charactersetc, etc.

Chapter One

From the time he was a child he knew that there was something else he didn't understand. He knew his friends were sheltered by the way they were taught. Coffee, drama, his idiosyncrasies were what made him who he was and is. There were certain thoughts that he experienced that no one could ever understand.

"Are you sure about this?" the woman questioned House about his treatment method. "I've never seen a doctor conferring with a stuffed animal for diagnosis."

"Of course I am sure. I'm the good doctor. Give it time; it'll seem reasonable when I'm through." House sighed quietly at another case of flu turned 'I-need-all-the-medicine-you-have' syndrome. "So, stuffed monkey, do you believe that she does have kidney failure or just some sniffles, hmm?"

"You are mocking me." the patient responded. Actually, House didn't feel much like his mockery self today anyway. "Here's a prescription for antibiotics. Go home, rest, drink plenty of water and you should feel better in a few days." Even though he knew the antibiotics wouldn't make much difference for the flu, he didn't feel like fighting today. He stood up, balanced himself on his cane and walked out.

House left the exam room feeling down. He normally could sense his depression coming, but not this time. He had been feeling actually pretty good until this last week. When he gets like this the best thing was watching as much TV as possible. And piano. Sounds good too, he thought. But tonight was Friday, his weekly drink with Wilson. He didn't want to bother him with his sorrow. Nor did he want to share anything anyway. This was more a self-absorbing depression anyway. Not only that but he was still recovering from his own bout of the flu which made him just want to sleep everything off.

"There you are House! I've been looking all over for you!" exclaimed Cuddy. House quickly grabbed a chart and walked the other direction. "Emergency," he yelled back, "you know how it goes." His cane at his side, House avoided Cuddy once again.

"Wait!" Cuddy replied. "We need to talk. Cameron can take that case for you." Cuddy was not about to let him off the hook this time.

House stopped in his tracks and sighed loudly this time. "Yes Dr. Cuddy, what do you need from me this time? You need me to write you more prescriptions for controlled substances?" House liked when he made her huff. "You know, they are going to catch up to you sooner or later. Better to admit the problem now and get help."

"House! I'm not kidding this time; we really do need to talk. And please, not so loud about those snide remarks. You don't want the patients to think you are serious!" she replied.

Just then they heard a loud crash from outside. Both House and Cuddy paused their conversation and headed for outside, House more slowly than Cuddy. They passed through the main entrance and saw what looked like a one car accident. The grey Honda was wrapped around the telephone pole. Cuddy ran as fast as she could and began screaming for someone to call the police. As soon as House realized what was going on he ran as well, momentarily forgetting that, in fact,he couldn't run. Wilson saw what was happening from the other side of the entrance.

Between trying to run, his fatigue as well as running on coffee House suddenly didn't feel well. He stopped running about twenty feet from the car and became dizzy. House put a hand up to his head and started to sway. Almost instantly he felt a hand come from behind him and steady him which he then quickly grabbed for support.

"Greg…easy," Wilson replied. Wilson could tell from the look on his friend's face that he was ill. "Are you okay?" Wilson asked. The drama of the day coupled with his depression just was starting to wear on him. But again, House didn't feel much like talking.

"I'm fine." House replied to his friend's question. "I guess I shouldn't have sat in on that hot dog eating contest." Wilson didn't like his answer. He never liked it when his friend wasn't being honest with him, especially when he was hurting. "Just give me a minute." House replied.

Wilson could sense over the last few days that his friend was troubled. Was it Stacy? Work? Cameron? Flu? So many things he thought of, but he also could tell it wasn't going to come out easy. Hopefully he could convince House to at least have their Friday drink with him, which House had cancelled the last week.

As a crowd started to form around the damaged vehicle, Cuddy took on her natural leadership role. "Stand back everyone. We need the room." she said. Cuddy knew it was going to be difficult to get the victim out of the car with an accident of this caliber, and she definitely wasn't going to be able to do it alone. As they were waiting for the police to arrive, Cuddy looked inside the driver side door. A young woman, probably around 26 was driving. She was badly bruised but she was conscious.

"Can you hear me?" Cuddy asked. The victim nodded her head but kept her eyes closed. "Don't try to move yet, we are going to help you," Cuddy said softly.

Just then several police cars arrived. One officer was directing traffic around the accident while four others hastily came to the aid of the driver. Cuddy looked over in the direction of House and didn't like what she saw. She knew she had to get to the bottom of this.

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