Read Chapters 1 and 2 before. Might not make sense otherwise.

Wilson slammed the door as he left the apartment, seething with hidden anger.

All he ever does is wait for me to save him. One voice said in his head.

"He needs the pills." Wilson said aloud.

Doesn't always need them from you. He's got a whole department of young doctors waiting to kiss his ass, and Cuddy.

"She wouldn't give him Vicodin. I had to pull strings just for me to give him Oxy."

Just leave him

"I-I can't." Wilson said adamantly. "I can't, he needs me." And with that he blocked out the vioce in his head and strode out to the car.

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House heard Wilson slam the door shut.

Boy, he's angry. House thought.

"Pills. Vicodin or Oxy..."

Or none A voice in his head thought.

"I need the pills."

No you don't theres plenty of other ways you could manage the pain. PT, other painkillers.

"They don't work."

Just leave them

"I-I can't." House muttered. "I can't. I'm in pain."

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Wilson got into the car, still blocking the voice and drove off. He was going to PPTH, and had a call to make. He grabbed his mobile out of his pocket and made a call.

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"What's my life worth?" House said to himself. He hadn't taken a pill. "All I ever do is take pills. Nothing interesting either, the most I ever do is solve a couple of cases."

The depression with the pain he was in had started to settle, and his leg was throbbing as spasms went up and down in.

"Better go do something before it's too late." He said and got up. The room swayed around him. The Morphine had worn off but his leg made him nauseous and dizzy. He grabbed the bedside table and the bed to pull himself up, and picked up his cane.

House limped into the bathroom to have a shower, something he hated doing because everything he did it he saw his leg. After his shower he got changed and grabbed his motorcycle helmet and jacket, put the pills in the jacket just in case and limped out of the door.

"How 'bout we go for a ride?" House said to himself and moved towards the bike. The bike. His one thing that he clung to above all else. Why?

"Because it makes me not feel like a useless cripple." House said aloud.

He limped right up to the bike, put the cane is the holder, lifted his right leg with both of his hands and sat on the bike, putting the ignition in the engine. The bike roared.

"Yeah!" House yelled and rode out. He wasn't high anymore, but even if Morphine is out of your system it still leaves a mark. For one thing, there was the puncture mark that was hidden by the jacket, but could be found on close inspection.

It was bright outside, so as House rode out he put sunglasses on under his visor. He sped out onto the main road and zoomed off.

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"Cuddy speaking" said a voice on the other side of Wilson's phone.

"Cuddy, this is Wilson." Wilson replied.

"What's going on? Why isn't House in at work?"

"His leg hurts."

"If I let him off work everytime his leg hurt, I wouldn't need his department."

"Point taken, but this time it really hurts - I had to give him Morphine."

"What?!" Cuddy exclaimed. "Where did you even find it?"

"Ummm, he has some hidden. Presumably for days like this."

"Yes, well it;s not exactly helping his habit is it?"

"No." Wilson said, but with that he hung up the phone.

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House was having a great ride, sure his leg was killing him, but he was pretty sure he was having enough of a good time to block it out for a bit. As he was swerving on the deserted road to try and block the pain more, a police car pulled up behind him.

"Great, just what I need ever after Tritter. Another cop to look into my record." House muttered and pulled over. Because his leg was aching so much he stayed seated on the bike.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to remove yourself from the bike." The burly cop said.

"Not gonna happen." House replied. "You'd like a look at my license I'll bet." As he reached around to get it a spasm went up his leg and he grimaced in pain.

"Sir, I'll ask again." The cop said reaching for the license but still talking. "Please remove yourself from the bike."

"Fine, don't mind that there might actually be a reason for me being on there still. Couldn't possibly be a reason for it could there?"

"Watch it" The cop said threateningly. He wasn't having a good day, and House's sarcastic remarks could piss anyone off.

House was having trouble getting off the bike, his leg having stiffened up from the long ride he'd taken. Eventually, he decided that the easiest thing to do was manage to sit side-saddle and get down from there. After doing that, he reached into his pocket for the Oxy that he had in there.

"Oi!" The cop yelled. "Get that hand out of there!"

"I'm just getting something."

"Out, now! Hands where I can see them!"

House's leg was protesting from the treatment it had been getting, and now having to stand on it was putting extra pressure on it.

"I need what's in there." House said. He always tried not to say he was on pain meds. It always made people pity him.

"Thats it!" The cop brought out his baton and swung it at House's hand, knocking it and the pills from his pocket.

"Hey!"

The cop then grabbed both House's arms, pulled them behind his back and cuffed them, and for extra protection for himself applied pressure on House's leg. Unfortunately, the way this had worked out for House was the his right leg was in line-of-fire for the cops knee, and his whole leg was crunched against his bike.

"Shit! Watch where you're sticking that!" House yelled, unable to keep his voice from cracking. His leg now throbbing and aching on a nine to a nine-and-a-half. What it was this morning. The only thing stopping him from falling over then and there was the cops leg, that when it felt House collapsing proceeded to dig in further.

"Stand up straight!"

"I can't."

"What, did I hurt you?" The cop said sarcastically, giving House a taste of his own medicine.

"Y-yes," it almost killed House to say it but he had nearly blacked out from the pain and was sagging even more from the increased pressure. The top of his thigh was digging into one of the pipes on his bike.

"GET UP!"

"Just let me down, please!"

"Righty-o" The cop said and let House fall to the ground. When he hit it House struggled to move off his right leg, which again had taken a beating.

"Nu-uh. Thats the oldest trick in the book." The cop said as he leant down to pick up the pills. The look of desperation in House's eyes were missed, before he blacked out from the pain.

"Oh shit, not again. Now I've gotta take this one in too."

The cop pulled out his walkie-talkie and spoke into it; "I've got an arrest, made on 'Hollow Road'. Arrested for dangerous riding, resisting arrest and suspected drug abuse. Need someone to tow a bike."

"Let's get you outta here!"

As the cop picked House up he noticed the cane strapped onto the bike.

"Oh shit."

As well as other things that got you embarrassed, arresting a cripple who may or may not have been reaching for pills, that may or may not have been painkillers, which he may or may not have needed was pretty high up on the list as well as letting a criminal get away.

"Cane could have been for anything." The cop said to himself. He'd arrested him now, no more thinking about it. Taking more care now he picked House up, supporting his right leg that he assumed the injury was on. When he reached the leg and carried him over to the car he was shocked when he felt a dent where muscle should have been.

"Well I'm screwed." The cop said, his face going red.

A/N - At the beginning, the similarity with what House and Wilson were saying was SUPPOSED to be like that, incase you were wondering.