Anyway, last night was the culmination of all of Tritter's efforts, after Wilson basically ratted him out because he's trying to help him fight his addiction. He won't admit it has any gain for him, which is just silly because it gets him off the hook, frees his accounts, and gets him his life back. He talked Tritter into a deal requiring House to go through 2 months of rehab, no jail, no getting his license revoked, which I don't get how he did AT ALL considering Tritter wanted House in jail. Of course, House refused to take the deal because, well, if you know his character at all...he can be rather stupid when it comes to stuff like this.
So, in order to force him to take the deal, Cuddy, the head of the hospital, cuts off House's Vicodin completely, and then throws him off the medical mystery of the week. That is, until the entire staff of masterminds hits a brick wall (as usual) with diagnosing this week's patient, and they cave in. But, before they did that...House did something worthy of any addict. He stole a dead man's Oxycontin prescription from the hospital. If you're thinking, "what an idiot!" you're right. But, he just proved Tritter's point. He's an addict willing to jeopardize what little chance he has left of staying out of jail and in medicine.
And, to top it all off...it's Christmas Eve. House goes home and sits by himself with his bottle of pills, and a bottle of Maker's Mark. And, you guessed it...the combination of Oxycontin, which makes Vicodin look like aspirin, and alcohol causes him to OD. Wilson ends up finding House in a pool of his own vomit...but he just leaves House there. Nice guy.
In the end, House goes to take the deal, but Tritter tells him it's off. You see, he'd been keeping track of all the prescriptions in the hospital, and he found out about House signing for the dead man's prescription. Deal's off. That's where we end. Merry Christmas, y'all!
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