House stood up from his 침대 looking straight outside his room. He happened to see a familiar image that was staring at him while standing a few walks away from where he was. He hurriedly walked towards it but the glass 벽 didn’t let him go outside so he ended up banging the thick glass in front of him.
House: Cuddy! --- 저기요 I’m here! ---- Cuddy!
Indeed it was Cuddy but she turned and walked out of the place. House was surprised to realize that it was another stupid hallucination. There was actually no Cuddy outside. House’s brain, and maybe 심장 as well, wanted her to be there so his eyes thought it was real. House sat down looking sorry for himself as he ran his palm on his face.

Later that afternoon, he found himself seated in front of Dr. Pitt, his attending psychiatrist. They were talking about the process of rehabilitation that would start from his Vicodin detox when he happened to see the “Cuddy” image again staring at him from outside of the hospital. He looked at it intently, thinking that it is real this time. Pitt followed where his eyes were going but see nothing.
Pitt: <turned to face House> House… Are 당신 with me?
House: <looked at Pitt> Ye --- Yes…
House looked out again but see no “Cuddy” image this time. His panting quite hard so Pitt closed his file.
Pitt: Look, if there’s one thing 당신 aren’t telling me that is bugging 당신 right now 또는 since the 일 당신 walked in here… --- I can’t help you.
House: <sighed> No… I’m okay…

The detox from Vicodn was inevitably a rough one. The pain was getting worst as the time goes 의해 that House tried to cut his wrist again, luckily, he was stopped 의해 the roaming nurse. He was still seeing dead people, his dad, some of his dead patients, Amber and Kutner. They haunt him whenever and wherever he is. He’ll be often seen grasping his head while screaming. Once he was seated on his room chair, the spirits were walking towards him and he was looking at them with his bloodshot eyes.
Patient 1: Finally, I see 당신 suffer…
Patient 2: Can’t run anymore…
Patient 3: Guess we all have our own dead ends, don’t we House?
House: <shouting> GET OUT OF MY BRAIN!!!!
House was panting hard and big rounded sweats are running down his face as he stood in his room alone. But in his world, Amber appeared from nowhere and she was standing a few walks away from him with a sinister smile on her lips.

Cuddy was talking to someone on her office phone as Wilson sat down on the chair in front of her while reviewing the test done 의해 House’s team.
Cuddy: Oh god ----- Okay. Call me when you’re done.
She hung up and she and Wilson exchanged inquisitive looks.
Wilson: How is he doing now?
Cuddy: The detox is just making him worst.
Wilson: He needs to do that. That’s the first step in rehab, remember?
Cuddy: House isn’t House anymore…
Wilson: We don’t need his pain for him to cure people…
Cuddy: But without his pills, he can’t do his job.
Wilson: He isn’t treating patients right now so I don’t think that argument of yours pay off.
Cuddy sighed and it was followed 의해 a deafening silence between them.
Wilson: He’ll be fine…
Cuddy sighed again and she opened the file in front of her and read it as Wilson looked at her.
Wilson: 당신 were with me when I decided to get him in Mayfield. 당신 were actually the first.
Cuddy looked at him as he was talking on his way out.
Wilson: I’m not going to go down there to see him in a few weeks. Just to give House the 우주 he needs. 의해 다음 month, would 당신 want to come with me and visit him?
Cuddy: <stammered> No…
Wilson: Seriously?
Cuddy: I’m giving my fair share of the 우주 당신 were talking about…
Wilson: <Turned to look at her and sighed> Right… But that 우주 of yours that 당신 are talking about might be the 우주 that he doesn’t need…
Cuddy didn’t say anything but she look at Wilson, wanting him to finish his point.
Wilson: He needs 당신 to be there… ---- He wanted 당신 to be there…
Cuddy sighed as Wilson made his way out of the clinic.