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Trash cans beware (ch 37)
Title: Trash cans beware (ch 37)
Pairing: House / Wilson, House/Chase mild friendship
Author:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alanwolfmoon
Rating: PG
Summary: In honor of the '200 members' prompt onsick_wilson
The prompt was "Today wasn't the first time Wilson had been a little late for work recently, so House didn't give it much thought. Especially since the patient Cuddy had found for him was turning out to be more than just a case of intestinal flu, after all."
Disclaimer: MINE! ALL MINE!....uh, no. Not mine.
Notes: Only my second attempt at fanfiction. Ever. Reviews and flames alike are welcome. (They make it look like I'm writing fast) I posted a promise for seven chapters before Tuesday. I had better hurry up.
Pairing: House / Wilson, House/Chase mild friendship
Author:
alanwolfmoonRating: PG
Summary: In honor of the '200 members' prompt on
sick_wilsonThe prompt was "Today wasn't the first time Wilson had been a little late for work recently, so House didn't give it much thought. Especially since the patient Cuddy had found for him was turning out to be more than just a case of intestinal flu, after all."
Disclaimer: MINE! ALL MINE!....uh, no. Not mine.
Notes: Only my second attempt at fanfiction. Ever. Reviews and flames alike are welcome. (They make it look like I'm writing fast) I posted a promise for seven chapters before Tuesday. I had better hurry up.
trash cans beware
trash cans beware (ch 2)
trash cans beware ch 3
trash cans beware (ch 4)
trash cans beware (ch 5)
Trash cans beware (ch 6)
PART SEVEN!
trash cans beware ch 8
trash cans beware (ch 9)
trash cans beware (ch 10)
trash cans beware (ch 11)
trash cans beware (ch 12)
trash cans beware (ch 13)
trash cans beware (ch 14)
trash cans beware (ch 15)
trash cans beware (ch 16)
trash cans beware (ch 17)
trash cans beware (ch 18)
there are many ways to avoid flames for a stoyr. posting it in a format that no one can actually read? now that's clever. (ch 19)
trash cans beware (ch 20, 21, 22, 23)
trash cans beware (ch 24)
trash cans beware (ch 25!)
trash cans beware (ch 26)
trash cans beware (ch 27)
trash cans beware (ch 28)
trash cans beware (ch 29)
trash cans beware (ch 30!)
trash cans beware (ch 31)
trash cans beware (ch 32)
trash cans beware (ch 33 34)
Trash cans beware (ch 35)
trash cans beware (ch 36)
trash cans beware (ch 2)
trash cans beware ch 3
trash cans beware (ch 4)
trash cans beware (ch 5)
Trash cans beware (ch 6)
PART SEVEN!
trash cans beware ch 8
trash cans beware (ch 9)
trash cans beware (ch 10)
trash cans beware (ch 11)
trash cans beware (ch 12)
trash cans beware (ch 13)
trash cans beware (ch 14)
trash cans beware (ch 15)
trash cans beware (ch 16)
trash cans beware (ch 17)
trash cans beware (ch 18)
there are many ways to avoid flames for a stoyr. posting it in a format that no one can actually read? now that's clever. (ch 19)
trash cans beware (ch 20, 21, 22, 23)
trash cans beware (ch 24)
trash cans beware (ch 25!)
trash cans beware (ch 26)
trash cans beware (ch 27)
trash cans beware (ch 28)
trash cans beware (ch 29)
trash cans beware (ch 30!)
trash cans beware (ch 31)
trash cans beware (ch 32)
trash cans beware (ch 33 34)
Trash cans beware (ch 35)
trash cans beware (ch 36)
T
When House woke up, the first thing he registered was the pain in his thigh. It was awful. But as he recalled now, it was much, much better than it had been....however long ago it was that he had passed out. The second thing he noticed was that there was a tube down his throat. It was very uncomfortable...
“House! Wilson, wake up, he’s awake!”
“Mmmm?”
“Wake up. He’s awake.”
“Mmm...”
“Wilson....wake up....Wilson. Wilson....”
*snore*
“Uh, Wilson says he’s glad you’re awake.”
House opened his eyes.
Chase was standing next to a cot, poking Wilson.
House tried to asked what happened, but Chase put up a hand.
“You’re intubated. Don’t talk, here.” he handed House a clipboard and a pen.
House wrote “what the hell happened?!?!?!?”
Chase looked rather uncomfortable.
“Your thigh cramped. You were screaming. We had to do something....and before you get mad at Wilson and Cuddy, it was me that made the call.”
House looked hastily at his leg, which proved to still be there, then looked at Chase, confused, and picked up the pen again.
“Not mad. What happened? I don’t remember.”
Chase blinked.
“Oh...I...I gave you a paralytic.”
House raised an eyebrow.
“Your liver couldn’t handle anywhere near the dosage of painkillers that would have been needed to have a significant effect. So I got rid of the source of the pain.”
House looked very slightly impressed.
“That was logical of you.”
“It...it did have a negative effect though.”
“What? I’m assuming you had a bag there...and used it.”
“Yeah, we did, nothing like that. It’s just that...the paralytic put even more strain on your liver. It’s holding...but there’s no way we can give you much of anything without killing it completely.”
House thought for a while, running everything through in his head.
“Yeah, so?”
Chase looked very relieved.
“So I thought you should probably know. I can take that out now, by the way.” Chase said, indicating the respirator.
House frowned.
“You can’t give me antibiotics, right? So I’m still gonna be all wheezy.”
“Yes...but you’ll also need to cough to get the infection out. Sorry.”
House just smirked.
“Fine. Take it out. Not like I’m going to be paying much attention when the effects of actually having it relaxed for once wear off....”
Chase sighed, and came over, abandoning his attempts to wake Wilson up.
“Ready? Cough.”
House did, and Chase pulled the tube out, as gently as possible.
House coughed dryly, his throat raw from the tube and coughing all day. Chase handed him a cup of ice chips, but apparently his thigh was still hurting a lot, because his hand was shaking too much to keep the cup steady, and he spilled it.
Chase calmly brushed the ice off the bed, and filled another cup, this time tipping the ice chips into House’s mouth for him.
House looked very, very irritated, and equally tired.
“sorry.”
“For what?” snapped House.
Chase shook his head, and went back to his attempt to wake up Wilson.
Chase continued poking Wilson’s shoulder, but made sure he was watching House as the icy eyed diagnostician began coughing again. He really wished Wilson would wake up...if not because he didn’t want to deal with House on his own, then because House seemed happier when Wilson was around. And because House should really be sitting up farther than he was.
“Mmmmm? Wha’ is it?”
“Finally. House woke up.”
“What?! Why didn’t you wake me up?!”
Chase put his face in his hands.
“I tried. For the past ten minutes, I tried.”
When Chase looked up, Wilson was giving him an apologetic look.
Chase shook his head, and Wilson got up.
“Hey House. How’re you doing?”
“Just *cough* great.”
Wilson sighed, pretending to be annoyed for House’s benefit.
“You know, you really could do with sitting up some more.”
House rolled his eyes, but looked more reluctant than annoyed.
“What?”
“Moving...isn’t....moving isn’t the best *cough* idea...right now.”
Wilson leaned over House, putting a recently unsplinted hand on his arm.
“Sorry. Shoulda thought of that. Shouldn’t have mentioned it.”
House shook his head, but it was obvious that he was fighting to stay awake enough to talk.
“Hey, shhh, get some sleep. You’re exhausted. Rest’ll help everything.”
House tried to say something else, but Wilson put a gentle finger on his lips.
“Seriously. You need to sleep. we just passed the eye wall, and we’re in the eye. But the other side of the wall is coming up. rest while you can, cus there isn’t going to be another break till we’re out of the storm.”
House smiled slightly at the rather accurate metaphor.
“Hey, you’re...getting...the.....hang.......of.....” House was asleep before his finished his sentence.
Wilson smiled sadly, and kissed House on the forehead lightly.
“Sleep as long as you can, House. This isn’t going to be fun. Or easy.”
Chase had been very studiously reading the one page brochure on acid reflux disease, but turned as Wilson squeezed his shoulder.
“You did good, Chase. You really did. And he knows it.”
“Yeah....I just...I should have found some way to prevent that...I know I could have....it was my fault...if I had thought more about it, if I had–”
“Chase. You did *good.* Really. It wasn’t your fault.”
“I’m supposed to be his doctor! I’m supposed to be preventing, not jumping in at the last minute with a brilliant save!”
“Chase, that’s what you do. Every day, every week, every month, for the past five years. You know a lot less about preventative medicine than you do about last minute brilliant saves. House knows that. And he also knows that if just about any doctor in this hospital was on his case, they would have tried to prevent what happened, failed, and then everything would have gone to hell, because for those doctors, the abnormal is *abnormal.* When’s the last time you had a patient between “my runny nose won’t go away” and “uh....maybe it’s Reiter’s...or...lupus...or...uh...can’t be anything else. Hey! We’ve *almost* got a diagnosis! Oh shoot, the patient hates us...oh well, we’ll treat him anyway.”? Of course you’re less focused on normal treatment. You’re more focused on radical treatment for saving people’s lives.”
“You know...you sound like House...except for part where you’re being nice.”
“I’m not being nice. I’m being blunt, if you want to analyze it.”
Chase smiled, for the first time since he had gotten the short text message from Wilson saying that House had started getting muscle cramps.
“Thanks Wilson.”
“No. Don’t thank me. You’re the one that helped me out. And him.”
“Ok.”
“Good. Now that we both know I owe you a lot, I’m going to ask you to do one more thing.”
“Sure.”
“You don’t even know what it is yet.”
“Does it matter? It’s not House asking.”
Wilson laughed.
“True. But I was going to ask if you would stay here for about three more hours, while I go home and deal with some stuff.”
“Why would I say no to that? I’m gonna be here anyway.”
“Because I’m not asking you to watch him. I’m asking you to help him. And he’s going to be cranky.”
Chase considered for a while, watching House as he moaned softly in his sleep, coughing a little now and then.
“Just as long as I’m not supposed to do like you just did, cus there’s no way he’ll let me do that.”
Wilson laughed, shaking his head.
“No...just, if he wakes up, let him know you’re there, and that I’m off feeding Steve. And you know, get him something if he’s thirsty. Stuff like that.”
Chase nodded, but he looked unexpectedly conflicted. Wilson had been expecting him to be happy for the chance to help more, and he did, but he also looked....apprehensive. Like he wasn’t sure he could handle it.
“Is something wrong?”
Chase sighed, long and deep. “It’s just...I mean, I’m happy to help, and I don’t mind dealing with him while he’s cranky, it just that...there’s some memories that it brings up...that are unpleasant, to say the least. I will do it though, don’t worry.”
“Chase, if you’d rather not, it’s ok. I’m sure Cuddy or Foreman would do it.”
“No. Don’t feel like you’re forcing me, you’re not. I want to help.”
“Alright. I’ll go then, thanks Chase.”
“You’re welcome, and thanks.”
Wilson left, shaking his head.
Chase wasn’t sure if he was doing it as a reaction to House, Chase, or the fact he could do it without falling over.
When House woke up, the first thing he registered was the pain in his thigh. It was awful. But as he recalled now, it was much, much better than it had been....however long ago it was that he had passed out. The second thing he noticed was that there was a tube down his throat. It was very uncomfortable...
“House! Wilson, wake up, he’s awake!”
“Mmmm?”
“Wake up. He’s awake.”
“Mmm...”
“Wilson....wake up....Wilson. Wilson....”
*snore*
“Uh, Wilson says he’s glad you’re awake.”
House opened his eyes.
Chase was standing next to a cot, poking Wilson.
House tried to asked what happened, but Chase put up a hand.
“You’re intubated. Don’t talk, here.” he handed House a clipboard and a pen.
House wrote “what the hell happened?!?!?!?”
Chase looked rather uncomfortable.
“Your thigh cramped. You were screaming. We had to do something....and before you get mad at Wilson and Cuddy, it was me that made the call.”
House looked hastily at his leg, which proved to still be there, then looked at Chase, confused, and picked up the pen again.
“Not mad. What happened? I don’t remember.”
Chase blinked.
“Oh...I...I gave you a paralytic.”
House raised an eyebrow.
“Your liver couldn’t handle anywhere near the dosage of painkillers that would have been needed to have a significant effect. So I got rid of the source of the pain.”
House looked very slightly impressed.
“That was logical of you.”
“It...it did have a negative effect though.”
“What? I’m assuming you had a bag there...and used it.”
“Yeah, we did, nothing like that. It’s just that...the paralytic put even more strain on your liver. It’s holding...but there’s no way we can give you much of anything without killing it completely.”
House thought for a while, running everything through in his head.
“Yeah, so?”
Chase looked very relieved.
“So I thought you should probably know. I can take that out now, by the way.” Chase said, indicating the respirator.
House frowned.
“You can’t give me antibiotics, right? So I’m still gonna be all wheezy.”
“Yes...but you’ll also need to cough to get the infection out. Sorry.”
House just smirked.
“Fine. Take it out. Not like I’m going to be paying much attention when the effects of actually having it relaxed for once wear off....”
Chase sighed, and came over, abandoning his attempts to wake Wilson up.
“Ready? Cough.”
House did, and Chase pulled the tube out, as gently as possible.
House coughed dryly, his throat raw from the tube and coughing all day. Chase handed him a cup of ice chips, but apparently his thigh was still hurting a lot, because his hand was shaking too much to keep the cup steady, and he spilled it.
Chase calmly brushed the ice off the bed, and filled another cup, this time tipping the ice chips into House’s mouth for him.
House looked very, very irritated, and equally tired.
“sorry.”
“For what?” snapped House.
Chase shook his head, and went back to his attempt to wake up Wilson.
Chase continued poking Wilson’s shoulder, but made sure he was watching House as the icy eyed diagnostician began coughing again. He really wished Wilson would wake up...if not because he didn’t want to deal with House on his own, then because House seemed happier when Wilson was around. And because House should really be sitting up farther than he was.
“Mmmmm? Wha’ is it?”
“Finally. House woke up.”
“What?! Why didn’t you wake me up?!”
Chase put his face in his hands.
“I tried. For the past ten minutes, I tried.”
When Chase looked up, Wilson was giving him an apologetic look.
Chase shook his head, and Wilson got up.
“Hey House. How’re you doing?”
“Just *cough* great.”
Wilson sighed, pretending to be annoyed for House’s benefit.
“You know, you really could do with sitting up some more.”
House rolled his eyes, but looked more reluctant than annoyed.
“What?”
“Moving...isn’t....moving isn’t the best *cough* idea...right now.”
Wilson leaned over House, putting a recently unsplinted hand on his arm.
“Sorry. Shoulda thought of that. Shouldn’t have mentioned it.”
House shook his head, but it was obvious that he was fighting to stay awake enough to talk.
“Hey, shhh, get some sleep. You’re exhausted. Rest’ll help everything.”
House tried to say something else, but Wilson put a gentle finger on his lips.
“Seriously. You need to sleep. we just passed the eye wall, and we’re in the eye. But the other side of the wall is coming up. rest while you can, cus there isn’t going to be another break till we’re out of the storm.”
House smiled slightly at the rather accurate metaphor.
“Hey, you’re...getting...the.....hang.......of.....” House was asleep before his finished his sentence.
Wilson smiled sadly, and kissed House on the forehead lightly.
“Sleep as long as you can, House. This isn’t going to be fun. Or easy.”
Chase had been very studiously reading the one page brochure on acid reflux disease, but turned as Wilson squeezed his shoulder.
“You did good, Chase. You really did. And he knows it.”
“Yeah....I just...I should have found some way to prevent that...I know I could have....it was my fault...if I had thought more about it, if I had–”
“Chase. You did *good.* Really. It wasn’t your fault.”
“I’m supposed to be his doctor! I’m supposed to be preventing, not jumping in at the last minute with a brilliant save!”
“Chase, that’s what you do. Every day, every week, every month, for the past five years. You know a lot less about preventative medicine than you do about last minute brilliant saves. House knows that. And he also knows that if just about any doctor in this hospital was on his case, they would have tried to prevent what happened, failed, and then everything would have gone to hell, because for those doctors, the abnormal is *abnormal.* When’s the last time you had a patient between “my runny nose won’t go away” and “uh....maybe it’s Reiter’s...or...lupus...or...uh...can’t be anything else. Hey! We’ve *almost* got a diagnosis! Oh shoot, the patient hates us...oh well, we’ll treat him anyway.”? Of course you’re less focused on normal treatment. You’re more focused on radical treatment for saving people’s lives.”
“You know...you sound like House...except for part where you’re being nice.”
“I’m not being nice. I’m being blunt, if you want to analyze it.”
Chase smiled, for the first time since he had gotten the short text message from Wilson saying that House had started getting muscle cramps.
“Thanks Wilson.”
“No. Don’t thank me. You’re the one that helped me out. And him.”
“Ok.”
“Good. Now that we both know I owe you a lot, I’m going to ask you to do one more thing.”
“Sure.”
“You don’t even know what it is yet.”
“Does it matter? It’s not House asking.”
Wilson laughed.
“True. But I was going to ask if you would stay here for about three more hours, while I go home and deal with some stuff.”
“Why would I say no to that? I’m gonna be here anyway.”
“Because I’m not asking you to watch him. I’m asking you to help him. And he’s going to be cranky.”
Chase considered for a while, watching House as he moaned softly in his sleep, coughing a little now and then.
“Just as long as I’m not supposed to do like you just did, cus there’s no way he’ll let me do that.”
Wilson laughed, shaking his head.
“No...just, if he wakes up, let him know you’re there, and that I’m off feeding Steve. And you know, get him something if he’s thirsty. Stuff like that.”
Chase nodded, but he looked unexpectedly conflicted. Wilson had been expecting him to be happy for the chance to help more, and he did, but he also looked....apprehensive. Like he wasn’t sure he could handle it.
“Is something wrong?”
Chase sighed, long and deep. “It’s just...I mean, I’m happy to help, and I don’t mind dealing with him while he’s cranky, it just that...there’s some memories that it brings up...that are unpleasant, to say the least. I will do it though, don’t worry.”
“Chase, if you’d rather not, it’s ok. I’m sure Cuddy or Foreman would do it.”
“No. Don’t feel like you’re forcing me, you’re not. I want to help.”
“Alright. I’ll go then, thanks Chase.”
“You’re welcome, and thanks.”
Wilson left, shaking his head.
Chase wasn’t sure if he was doing it as a reaction to House, Chase, or the fact he could do it without falling over.