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CHAPTER TWENTY – EIGHT
After Wilson left House in the stairwell to go back to work, he was determined to convince Debra to have a C-section. He went back into her room and found her sitting in a chair staring out the window.
"Debra, you're not supposed to be up," House fussed as he walked in and leaned against her empty bed.
"Yeah, I know. I just needed to stand and stretch my bones."
"Debra, you're a fool," he said bluntly.
She turned and looked at him, pleased. "Why, thanks. I think I'm more of a moron," she joked. "You know I don't like rules. Isn't that one of your rules, too? It's a House rule, I think."
"If you go through with a natural childbirth more than likely it'll kill you."
"I know that, too. And if I have a C-section I may not survive that with the anesthetic."
House looked at her dumfounded, trying to figure out how to make her change her mind. But he failed in convincing her that the C-section was best and left her to her own thoughts. He went down to Cuddy's office.
"Hey, how's Debra?"
"She's mentally incompetent and I need the papers to sign for her to have a C-section as opposed to a natural childbirth."
"Oh, really? I saw her last night and she seemed…"
"Yeah, well, she's gone downhill," House lied. "She doesn't know what she's saying."
Cuddy sat back in her chair and scrutinized House but remained silent. When she chose her words carefully she said, "Sound familiar to you?"
House frowned trying to think of what she meant when it finally came to him: Stacy being House's proxy and the decision she had to make regarding repairing House's infarction.
"This is different."
"How so?"
"Because…because, it just is."
Cuddy shook her head and said, "House, I know what you're going through. I've been there once before and now the shoes are on the other foot, aren't they? I know the risks as well, and to be honest I'm with you on her having the C-section; it's less risky. But it's not your call; it's Wilson's."
"Do you think he'd go for it?" House asked.
Just then the door opened and Wilson barged in, saying, "I want to claim Debra as being mentally incompetent…"
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"No! You can't do that! I'm thinking clearly and I don't want a C-Section!" Debra stood her ground.
While House was in Cuddy's office talking with Wilson, the nurse put her on a heart monitor to detect any abnormalities in her heart rate, and now they were rising and falling fast, too fast.
"Do you want to kill yourself?! Because that's what'd you be doing!" House spat with anger in his voice that he'd never used with Debra before. "You have a better chance of surviving, as well as the baby, with the C-section."
Debra looked at Wilson pleading for him to help her.
"House, can we have a second alone?" Wilson asked nicely.
House was at first upset then did leave the room but stood just outside the door. Wilson sat on the bed beside Debra and put her hands in his, squeezing it tightly.
"Deb, you once asked me if it came to it, would I sacrifice you or the baby for the other to live. I'd choose you. I'd choose you if the same situation came up a million times!" Tears filled Debra's eyes as Wilson continued to talk to her. "But you've got to listen to us. We're not doing this to control your life; we're doing this to save your life, and our baby."
Tears finally sprang from her eyes and she looked away from him. Wilson grabbed her all pulled her up as far as her stomach would allow and held her tight.
"I love you, Debra. I don't want to lose you," Wilson said softly, tears coming to his own eyes.
They cried for several minutes; the stress they'd both been under the past few months had been tough on both of them and finally caught up with them. When they got control over themselves and separated Debra sniff-hiccuped and wiped her face.
"Do I have to be put under? It's not that I don't want the C-section but I want to be awake."
Wilson laughed lightly at her thoughts. "Deb, is that why you…oh, baby," he said, grabbing her once again and holding her. "No, you'll be awake."
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"Okay, Debra, we have your vitals and we'll be watching them closely. How are you feeling?" the anesthesiologist asked as her mouth guard rose indicating she'd smiled.
Three days passed since Debra gave her consent for the surgery, and she'd gone into premature labor, meaning they had to take the baby out immediately. She was in the operating room getting prepped by the nurses fro the surgery.
"I'm okay…when's Jim gonna get…hmmmm…here?" she asked, a labor pain overtaking her.
"I think the nurses are almost done prepping you so we can call them in now. You just relax. If you feel the slightest bit strange I want you to tell me, okay?"
Debra nodded her head and relaxed a little, closing her eyes as the nurses finished up prepping stomach for the surgery, breathing slowing in and out as the labor pain increased then subsided.
"She's having his baaaaybeee! What a wonderful way to say how much he loves her!!" House sang as he came into the room a few minutes later following behind Wilson.
"House, will you STOP singing that! You've been going at it for the past hour and you're really starting to get on my last nerve." Wilson said then laughed as he walked to Debra, where her view was blocked from the surgery with a small curtain and bent down and kissed her.
House leaned against the wall, out of the way of the doctor and nurses but still had a clear view of everything that was going on.
"Okay, Debra, Dr. Wilson, are you two ready to become parents?" Dr. Truong asked.
Debra and Wilson smiled at each other and Debra nodded her head. Wilson looked up and nodded his head to the doctor to begin. The doctor made the long, horizontal incision across her stomach and continued working on delivering their baby.
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"What is it?! What it is?! How is it, what is it?" Debra asked urgently as Dr. Truong said the baby was out and they were just clearing its nose and throat of the amniotic fluid. Wilson was with her the whole time, holding her hand and giving her his support. They both smiled, cried and kissed the other when they heard the baby cry out with strong lungs. House slightly moved the top of the mask he wore to wipe the tear that had fallen out and used it to dry it. Heaven forbid Debra and Wilson see me cry.
But it was too late; Debra had turned to look at him and saw him wipe the tear and saw his tear-soaked eyes. She smiled at him sweetly and he winked back at her.
Dr. Truong held the baby and was about to lift it over the curtain to show her when the anesthesiologist cried out that her blood pressure was falling and she needed to get it back up. Dr. Truong quickly handed the baby to a nurse and stepped back so the nurse could further ascertain her condition. House took a step forward to the table but then stopped.
"Jimmmm, wha' izzz…" Debra closed her eyes and rapidly fell unconscious.
"I can't…control the bleeding!" another doctor cried out as the team started to work on her.
House walked up to Wilson and gently grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him away. Wilson shrugged his hand away and started to whisper to her.
"Wilson, come on. Let them do their job."
"No…no! I have to stay…"
"We're not leaving but you need to give them room," House insisted.
Wilson finally looked at House, with tear-soaked eyes, and stepped back with House and stood against the wall watching the team try to get Debra's vitals regulated.
