#gregory house is in pain

[hilsonamore]

i just had an epiphany about a head-canon so hear me out (i don’t if anyone’s said this before, but i haven’t seen anything similar);

Imagine like late season 8, house knows wilson has cancer and 5 months left to live and is completely miserable, more than anyone could ever imagine. He gets really high on Vicodin and other drugs, and hires a hooker to come over and take his mind off of everything (she’s a regular and really good at doing just that). The woman comes over and is greeted by this middle-aged man with blood-shot blue eyes, riffled hair and unkempt shirt, but he doesn’t really look all that different than usual, so it’s probably nothing.

They go into his bedroom and get at it, but abruptly, in the midst of everything, house just jolts and gets up from the bed, running towards his chest drawer. The woman is splayed upon the bed, surprised but also a little bit curious, since the older man never seemed to do anything else in particular in her time there. It showed a bit of character.

House opens his bottom drawer and starts frantically looking for something, breath caught in his throat, heartbeat faster than what is medically sound. He finally finds what he’d been looking for, a little misshapen, old tin box with stamps on top of it.

He makes his way towards the bed, sitting on the edge of it, tin box in his trembling hands and the eyes of the woman behind him focused on his back. He opens it, and there they are; photographs of wilson, kid wilson, teen wilson, young and older and present wilson. Wilson from his time before New Orleans, before house, and pictures of him from that point onward. He’d gathered every bit of material he could over the years and kept the photographs hidden in a safe place, so that he and only he could look at them whenever he pleased.

He takes the photographs, one by one, in his hands and starts stroking wilson’s hair, his cheeks, a strange pain stabbing at his chest whenever he sees that smile of the man he has loved for so long. The tears are welling up in his eyes and a soft sob escapes his mouth. He can’t take it anymore. He just can’t. If he doesn’t have wilson in his life, he’s just as well as dead himself. The sobs multiple, the pain too unbearable, and he’s got his head in his hands and cries and wails and sobs and he can’t stop, he can’t stop the pain, his or wilson’s, he can’t do anything to help him. He’s the one person he cares about saving, and he can’t.

The woman doesn’t really know what to do, but the sight of the man beside her is too overwhelming, so she makes an attempt to touch him and get him in touch with the world again, and instead of pushing her away, house leans into the gesture and cries silently in her shoulder. They stay like that for a while. They don’t really talk, but the photographs speak volumes for themselves.

Note: this might seem a little out of character for house but i’m a sucker for pain-stricken house who acts very differently from his usual self. And also remember, he just found out the love of his life and life-long best friend is dying in a few months time. Of course he’s gonna act unusually.

[shroomwar]

Obsessed with the way Vicodin is such a huge piece of symbolism in House’s relationships. Like. Cuddy left him because he relapsed. She told him that he took the Vicodin to avoid pain, because pain means you care and he wasn’t willing to do that. We’ve seen throughout the show how House’s emotional pain manifests as physical, increasing whenever he feels guilt or anger or sadness or fear. Keep in mind this was while Cuddy was worried she might have cancer.

And then Wilson ACTUALLY gets cancer, and House treats him at his apartment, and he feeds him Vicodin. Because Wilson is in pain, and he’s always the one who cares so much, and it’s House’s turn to take that away. And House doesn’t take any Vicodin. He feels the pain so Wilson’s is lessened, because he CARES. They make a point to show that he is willing to care, willing to take on that burden for him.

House will do anything to stop the pain, unless it makes Wilson suffer.

[meanodeano]

dr steez.

[sharlinefreire]

ok, there's a famous meme in brazil about house md and i don't know if there is an english version for this meme, so i'll try to translate as best i can:

every episode of house md is like

> the patient arrives the hospital.

> the patient is a prostitute or a religious fanatic.

> dr. house attends the patient. she's very sick.

“dr. house, we don't know what to do!! she's bleeding from her eyes!!”

“do the exams, you idiot”

> dr. house will talk with the patient.

“you're stupid. fuck you.”

“dr. house, i hate youuu!! please heal meeee!!”

> cameron, chase and foreman come back to the room.

“dr. house, all the exams were negative. she's gonna die in 2 hours if we do nothing!! will be game over for her.”

“hmmm... game over... oh, there's a gameboy in her ass, that's the problem!”

“dr. house, you're an idiot, but we will check if there really is a gameboy in her ass.”

> they found the gameboy in her ass.

“oh my god, dr. house!! you were right. how did you know that?”

“the gameboys pikachu edition released in 1997 had an iodine-based battery, which if inserted in the butt makes your eyes bleed”

> the patient, cured, enters in the room.

“i was wrong about you, dr. house”

“fuck you, you're a whore! life is pain!!”

> dr. house go to lunch and flirt with dr. wilson <3

> the end.

[superhell]

house md is wild because house tells wilson that he’ll sacrifice many things but never himself and then he sacrifices himself for wilson. and then he sacrifices himself for wilson. and then he sacrifices himself for wilson. and then he

[russell-crowe]

house and wilson seeing each other for the first time in months in s08e02

[fireguardianblog]

This DID NOT age well

Not at ALL

Not one bit

[propertyofjameswilson]

Are you mocking me? hsvsnwksbdbkegbqoaka

[talkethtothehandeth]

house parallels of interactions with my abled friends

House, juggling mediocrely: Check it out, I learned how to juggle.

Wilson, pretending to be impressed at first: Wow, you really are a circus freak.

—

House: I should get an electric wheelchair too, gotta be able to run away from the coppers.

Wilson, biting back a grin: “Run.”

—

House, testing out a new cane in the store’s aisle: I think this one is good, the handle’s better on this one than the black one.

Wilson, gesturing down the aisle: Alright, take it for a run.

—

House, in pain and struggling to walk or speak without grimacing: I could just die right here, actually.

Wilson, even with carrying an underlying fear of House collapsing, responded monotonously: That would be embarrassing for you.

—

House in a wheelchair, trying to get through a crowd: Excuse me, cripple coming through!

Wilson would walking directly behind him with a smirk and feigned disapproval, hoping he wouldn’t hit anyone— intentionally or not.

—

House: I almost died.

Wilson: Oh, yeah, let’s just make it about you. Again.

—

Wilson: We should capitalize off of your disability somehow.

House: Okay, PT Barnum.

—

Wilson, cutting the engine of his car while in a disabled parking spot and pulling out House’s disability parking placard: I’m only in this—” he gestured between the both of them, “for the close parking spaces, you know.

House, responding sardonically with an eye roll: Yeah, and for my deeply coveted government funds.

[justabunchofdragons]

"you took vicodin" and his face fell in a way i remember seeing when she said he should stop taking methodone or quit (and he decided to quit, because every day is a low level agony and every day no one else limps and every day has a chance to be normal to be cloudless to be free and of course of course you choose freedom) and his voice breaking on "i was scared" because house never admits that he's scared never ever not since his dad left him outside and the cold and the animals and the terror gripped him in a vice for days and "you took vicodin because you didn't want to deal with the pain... pain happens because you care." and grief being something that house is intimately aware of and terrified of, because that means he wasn't good enough - he didn't think quick enough, he failed to meet the bar (his own bar, so high. impossible high. a bar no one else even hopes for.) and pain being ever present and the impossibility of dealing with such a huge emotion when all you do is try to avoid it - and when it comes to you like a release of the floodgates, its the most horrible thing in the world. from a world where emotion is weakness and the only comfort you'll be given is your own, but surely its better to remove the need? of course you avoid it. who wouldn't?

[draculovemp3]

Even doomed Yaoi likes to get a little silly w it ❤️

[audiovideodisco]

One for me, two for you.

Where you are a doctor in House’s diagnostic team in the early seasons, and

are having a bad pain day.

CW: drug use/ opioids/ chronic pain and conditions/ self medicating (if you squint)/ could this be angst? i have no idea/ mild suggestive joke/ cancer talk & medical jargon

word count: 921

requested?: no

sfw?: yes

ship: n/a

characteristics: n/a

You trudge into Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital with a face that would make anyone with a brain run for the hills.

It had been a rough night for you. The pain in your body being worse than usual, and your meds weren’t helping, so you barely slept.

You suppress your winces and ignore the pain as you usually do, hiding it from others, but that doesn’t stop it from making you radiate an energy that makes everyone around you know you were not to be messed with. You normally radiated this energy anyway, but not just due to pain, also due to your ‘don’t fuck with me’ attitude you had developed over the years.

You walk into the DDX office, dumping your stuff down next to you and putting your extraordinarily caffeinated drink down on the table a little harder than you’d like. Cameron, Chase and Foreman glance between themselves, Cameron going to ask something, when House opens the door connecting his office to the DDX office. He walks in with his three point tap bouncing unpleasantly around your head. You feel his eyes analysing you as he walks to the other end of the table, but hide your surprise when he doesn’t say anything.

“Wilson’s got a cancer patient in remission with all her symptoms back. But no cancer. I’ve already considered the fact that he could have been an idiot and missed it, but she’s definitely cancer free. Differential Diagnosis for hair loss, stomach pain, low white count and vomiting that’s not cancer. Go.”

The other doctors look at each other again before offering suggestions.

“Alcohol withdrawals?” Chase says, as Foreman immediately shuts him down,

“No, doesn’t explain the hair loss or low white count.”

“That- and the facts she’s 14.” House says with a smug look on his face, causing you to scowl at him a bit. He catches it, but ignores it.

Cameron rolls her eyes,

“How about Pancreatitis?”

You pipe up before House can make another shitty comment, your voice sharp,

“No fever. It’s late onset radiation side effects.”

House’s eyes squint as he considers what you said, then you see his look change to one with a flicker of something you couldn’t place. Was he impressed? Nah, probably just scheming again.

“Go, Foreman and Chase go talk to Wilson to see when her last radiation was and the details. Cameron, get a better medical history.” House says, turning to go back to his office.

“What about me?” You ask, unable to hide the confusion in your face, brows furrowed slightly.

“You should be following me. Thought that was obvious.”

“If it was obvious, I wouldn’t have asked.”

The other three fellows walk out the DDX office slowly, worried looks on their features as they have a silent conversation with looks between them. They disperse as you go into House’s office, leaving you standing by the door, looking at your boss who was sat at his desk, throwing his giant tennis ball between his hands.

“Sit. Or are you a masochist? Didn’t take you for someone that’s-“

“What the hell is this, House?” you stop him, biting back with much less effort to keep your words palatable.

House raises an eyebrow and stops throwing the ball around, turning to sit forward and lean his elbows on the table. He looks at you, pondering for a minute, and then gestures at the chair, which you sit in after a moment. He considers you again, watching as your brow furrows a little tighter as he does, holding up the facade so well. House was almost impressed, it’s a shame I can see right through that mask you’re putting up, he thought to himself. He pulls his vicodin from his pocket, pouring two into his palm, and you watch him, expecting him to swallow them dry in front of you, but instead, he holds them out to you. You look at the pills in his hand, and then at him, and back again.

“Take them.” He says, his voice a little softer than usual, but not much.

“What- why are you giving me-?”

“You’re having a bad pain day. Probably the worst one you’ve had in a while.”

“How do you even-“ You knew you were more irritable today, which you cursed yourself for not being able to mask, but you hadn’t told anyone about your pain, let alone that it was chronic.

“Pain recognises pain. The vicodin will help.”

You take the pills tentatively, swallowing them with your drink.

“Uh… thanks… I-“ You start, not knowing what to say, but he cuts you off,

“It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone- I mean, I have discussed it with Wilson, he helped me figure out that you were in pain in the first place. He pays more attention.” You smile a little, nodding.

“Don’t suffer unnecessarily. I might be an ass, but I know what it’s like, being in pain all the time. I’m not a talker, but I am a drinker; if you want to forget or just- look, you can come to me anytime. Less lonely that way.” House mumble out, his last sentence being almost inaudible.

You nod and he passes you a piece of paper. It’s a scrip for vicodin.

“Go take blood from our patient. Want to make sure nothing has been missed in her blood.” You do as you’re asked, walking out his office and shoving the scrip in your pocket, feeling a little better as the vicodin begins to work, and a little less alone.

[privatehousesanatomy]

yk people don't talk about this ever and it lowkey pisses me off. that episode where house used a wheelchair for a week just to secure his parking spot - why did he ever have to fight for his parking spot? why couldn't the hospital have made two disabled spots by the doors? there should have never have been a fight for the parking spot. and this might be a hot take but house absolutely deserved the spot closest to the door anyway. a wheelchair hits a patch of ice and i feel like it's just gonna slide a little bit (maybe idk im not a wheelchair user). house hits a patch of ice and he's gonna hit the ground. i feel like walking with an already damaged leg is a little more risky than sitting down in a wheelchair (again, this isnt meant to be anything mean i just truly would love a wheelchair users input pls ). this is coming from the perspective of me, who while dealing with RA, am terrified of falling because i need help getting off of the ground. i will rarely leave my house this winter unless the front step is covered in salt.

[cannibaldetective]

i love miserable gay men

[babygirlificationn]

"I'll kill you. When the time comes, if you want me to."

House finding Thirteen after Wilsons death and fulfilling his promise to her post canon is a common headcanon and for good reasons.. I feel like ive wanted to draw something with these two for a while now but never had the chance.

Gift for @morehousebites !!!! Hope you like it even a little bit <3 Prompt: Gregory House & Remy Hadley, Chronic illness.

@housemdanniversary huge thanks for organising all of this <3 happy twenty years of house md ! 🐁

Bonus (silly) under the cut.

Foreman transmasc and pregnant...

Loosely based on the prompt: "pregnancy (I'm autistic and it's a special interest of mine, not in a sexual way it's just genuinely fascinating to me), also if it involves Chase or Foreman- I headcannon both as transmasc individuals!" the disclaimer made me giggle lol. Also tbh i just wanted to draw my man Foreman.

[faggot-greg-house]

soon enough i will write my house pain management fic i have it in my DRAFTS but until then i will just yell here

the way the show treated house's pain is so insane and i hate it so much. first off he should never have been put on vicodin long term. vicodin isn't a long term solution for most things but especially without ANY OTHER attempts at managing his pain???? also not to mention that compounds like vicodin and percocet are very often not long term solutions at all because the acetaminophen in them drastically increases the risk of overdose and liver damage. if he was on opiates for pain management he would likely be on something that's just a straight opiate (hydrocodone, oxycodone, fentanyl, etc etc).

on top of that, the fact that they take him off vicodin and throw him on ibuprofen is fucking absurd. there are so many pain meds that could be effective and helpful for him with minimal risk. imo he shouldve been put on a nerve pain med, a muscle relaxer, an nsaid, and an opiate for breakthrough pain at LEAST. letting a man run free on just vicodin for YEARS is so deeply unhinged.

i also firmly believe that a cane is not even close to the best mobility aid for house. i do think that house would likely refuse to use a lot of mobility aids and that his use of a cane is an in character choice but on a strictly logistical level a wheelchair or forearm crutches would be so much more helpful for him. i also do think he should've been in therapy to deal with his disability from the start (again, though, probably an in character choice)

i inevitably have more to say and i will either go off on here or in a fic but. someone help that man be in less pain dear god