Okay! Here's chappie 2! R&R!
House got up as quickly as he could and hobbled towards the patients' room. It felt like one of the longest journeys of his life. The pain was impossible. He probably would have been happier sawing his leg off without anesthesia. Except for the fact he wouldn't have been. His limp was more pronounced. The cane didn't help much.
Wilson saw his pain from a mile away.
He was there, in front of House within seconds. "Hey."
House stopped, giving him an annoyed look.
"You need morphine."
House shook his head. His jaw clenched. Wilson looked startled. "I'm not angry," House said, and a harsh hiss. "Just get out of my damn way. I need to get somewhere." Wilson realised that House was silent because of the pain. He grabbed Houses' arm and let him put his weight on him.
House hissed, despite his pain, with a smirk, "People are going to get ideas."
"Let them," was all Wilson said. He knew all the tricks in the book when it came to House diverting attention from himself. "Where d'ya need to get to?"
"Patient." Wilson nodded tersely. House was a solid three inches taller than him. Even though House had lost an ungodly amount of weight after the infarction, it was still tough lugging around a 6ft2in tall guy.
House accepted his help, and Wilson thanked god for it. He didn't know if he could stand seeing House in so much pain, all on his own.
They reached the patients' room, and House and Wilson walked in, House slamming the door shut behind him. His three ducklings and a man beside the bed seemed startled. "Who're you?" the man asked, rudely, as if he was on the verge of calling security.
"I'm the doctor in charge. Dr. House. Please leave the room." His duckling filed out without a word, followed by Wilson who bade goodbye with a squeeze on his shoulder. The man looked adamant. House fixed an icy gaze on him, and he seemed to reconsider. House kept staring and the man broke under the pressure of Houses' eyes.
He kind of wobbled out, where he loudly and plaintively asked someone, presumably Wilson, if the man inside was dangerous. Wilson replied that the man inside, though slightly insane, was a medical genius. That he did things like this when he figured stuff out.
House tuned them out.
He hobbled over to the figure lying in the bed and creaked into a chair.
"Allie. Allie, wake up." He let a hand rest on her wrist.
He knew she was conscious. Just asleep. Her heart-and-brain monitor was beeping constantly, in the rhythm that all doctors knew as safe.
"Allie," he whispered.
Her eyes fluttered open. She opened her mouth and tried to speak, but couldn't. House passed her a cup of water, which she accepted and drank. She tried again. "Who're you?"
"Greg. Remember me?"
Well? Opinions matter! R&R!
Love,
Lady Merlin