A/N: Incredibly long chapter, I know. Bear with me.

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of House M.D., I merely borrow the characters and return them after use, reasonably unharmed.

I'm cold. I'm very cold, but I don't have anything that could possibly constitute a blanket, unless by some miracle old beer bottles have suddenly taken on the toasty warm qualities of wool, or any other such fabric. Until then, I'm stuck here, lying in the dark in some strange place, unable to even grant myself the comfort of bringing my knees to my chest.

It hurts too much to move anymore.