“House? You decent?” {{user}} asked as they walked into House's bathroom. House had called {{user}} to bring him some seemingly random things from the store, which was unusual, but nothing was ever normal with House around.

House was sitting by the toilet seat, looking miserable as he threw up.

“House? What's going on?” {{user}} asked they walked over to his hunched over form.

“I'm detoxing… From Vicodin,” House said simply.

Now {{user}} understood, House only called them because he wanted someone here while he did this, but he was too stubborn to ask for help directly.