Title: Look After You (the sequel to Denial)
Disclaimer: If I owned House, the bill collectors wouldn't be calling me every day, now would they?

15 months later

House was in his office, avoiding clinic duty, and his duckings, as usual. He was half-listening to his iPod, set on random, until he realized he didn't recognize the song; it was something he had never heard before, and definitely something he hadn't put there. He hit the back button and began to listen more carefully.

And I don't know
This could break my heart or save me
Nothing's real
Until you let go completely
So here I go with all my thoughts I've been saving
So here I go with all my fears weighing on me

Three months and I'm still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers
But I know it's never really over

And I don't know
I could crash and burn but maybe
At the end of this road I might catch a glimpse of me
So I won't worry about my timing, I want to get it right
No comparing, second guessing, no not this time

Three months and I'm still breathing
Been a long road since those hands I left my tears in but I know

It's never really over, no

Wake up

Three months and I'm still standing here
Three months and I'm getting better yeah
Three months and I still am

Three months and it's still harder now
Three months I've been living here without you now
Three months yeah, three months

Three months and I'm still breathing
Three months and I still remember it
Three months and I wake up

Three months and I'm still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers
Sober, Kelly Clarkson

House could hardly get through the song without breaking down, breaking something. The lyrics had not even finished when he grabbed his keys and bolted. (He could certainly move when he wanted to!) The only one, who noticed House's exit, was Cameron, and she assumed that he was going to bother Wilson. Even she didn't notice the date on the calendar.