He was in an awful state. Cuddy cut him off the Vicodin while he was strongly addicted to the medicine. The withdrawals were killing him

He often fell asleep on the floor, waking up all dirty in his own fluids. He hated it but what he hated even more was asking for any kind of help, especially from Wilson or one of his doctors. He didn’t want to be seen as vulnerable since all he did was to keep them from thinking that

House kept everyone at arm’s length, not letting anyone see him in this state. Even though he knew he was hurting himself that way. He even resolved to harming because the withdrawals took too much strength, and the painkillers didn’t work.

He was laying on a couch in his apartment. He had problems with remembering what he was doing and the usual pain in his limping leg was stronger today. His cane was laying under the coffee table