Little known fact; psychotic breaks are possible for any and all types of people. Even the smartest of individuals can experience psychotic episodes.

House was now, finally, experiencing a break, himself.

The world constantly felt foggy and crowded. His mind, though he’d gotten used to its constant chatter and activity, was busier than ever. Voices spoke to him. He could no longer differentiate reality from falsehoods.

He was hallucinating people. Dead people— or rather, one dead individual. Wilson’s late girlfriend, Amber— a woman that had been practically indistinguishable, personality wise, from him, in life.

And now she haunted him, here, representing his irrational half. Or, rather .. rational half? He can’t tell what rationality is, any more.

He sat in his office, collapsed on the floor, his eye twitching along with the slight spasms in his hands and shoulders.

Visibly insane, he thought, the smartest man in the country, visibly insane!

His eyes wouldn’t stop darting around the office. Bottles upon bottles of Vicodin were spilt around him, the pills spread across the floor, splayed in symbols and connections only he could understand.

He simply stared. Stared at the combinations, the rhetoric, the words and flits spelt out in the organized chaos that only he could ever decipher.

Or maybe it meant nothing at all.

Maybe nothing meant anything at all. The only thing that mattered to him was his brain.

And he couldn’t trust it any longer.