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TITLE: Salvation 2
AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: Allison/House, Wilson/OC
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY:
Blythe calls you at work, and you could hear the tremble in her voice, “Daddy, you have to come get Mama,” she tells you, “because Mama thinks the baby is coming.”
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Don’t sue.
Author’s note: Of course, Kellyannie is love. Sequel to Eradication.
Allison goes into labor two weeks after Isabel is born. She spent the day running errands with Nathan, picked Blythe up from school, and was in the middle of making dinner when the contractions started.
Blythe calls you at work, and you could hear the tremble in her voice, “Daddy, you have to come get Mama,” she tells you, “because Mama thinks the baby is coming.”
You and Wilson are in the car, you are driving as fast as you can and Wilson is on the phone, trying to make arrangements. He calls Emily, who is at home with Gregory and Isabel, to go sit with Nathan and Blythe. You call Cuddy, and she tells you to bring Allison to the ER entrance and she’ll have everything ready to go.
You pull into the driveway seconds after Emily, and you are once again struck dumb at how amazing your friends are, to drop everything to help you.
Nathan and Blythe are in Blythe’s bedroom on Allison’s orders and she is sitting in the living room, holding her stomach and crying. Emily walks in and heads straight to the children, Isabel in her arms and Gregory tailing her. Wilson doesn’t speak, just scoops Allison up and carries her to the car, setting her in the backseat and then you are on your way back to the hospital.
You’re fucking useless and you hate yourself for your leg. You sit in back with Allison on the way to the hospital, you try to be reassuring but for the first time in your life, words fail you. You settle for wiping the tears off her cheeks and holding her hand; she knows you are there, no matter what.
When Wilson pulls up to the ER, you’re shoved out of the way as her doctor and the nurses crowd around her, putting in IV lines and bending her legs apart to check for dilation. You consent to whatever it is he tries to ask you, all you hear is “stop the labor” and “Allison will be fine” and you agree. Why can’t you remember anything you learned in Med school?
Three hours later, you’re allowed in to see her. She’s sound asleep, her skin ashen and her cheeks are stained with tears. The baby is fine, your eyes scan the monitors around her bed on autopilot. The steady beeps reassure you.
You sink down into the hard plastic chair next to her bed and put your hand over her belly. Your daughter kicks and you choke back a sob. You could have lost her.
You’re so focused on the gentle kick under your palm that you don’t see Allison wake up. Her little hand covers yours and you raise your eyes to her pallid face.
“Hey,” you murmur, reaching up to brush fingers over her cheek and tuck her hair behind your ear, “If you wanted more time off of work, you should have just asked your boss.”
“Is the baby okay?” she asks, her hands on her stomach, like she’s checking to make sure she’s still there.
“She’s fine,” you tell her, trying to be reassuring, “Your doctor will want to talk to you about what you want to do, now that you’re awake.”
“Bed rest?” Allison asks, and you catch the note of impatience in her voice. She’ll do whatever she has to for the baby, but she doesn’t like sitting still for a day, much less the next 12 weeks.
“You’re stuck here until she’s born,” you say simply, “You’re on medication. And,” you continue when she starts to protest being at the hospital for the coming weeks, “here, you have to rest. I can come see you often. If you’re home, you’ve got Nathan running around and you won’t rest. You’ll get up ‘just one time’ and the next thing you know you’ll be running around again.”
Allison is quiet, her hands rubbing gentle circles on her belly, “Okay,” she whispers, “Maybe my mom will come to watch Nathan and Blythe. We can’t ask Wilson and Emily to take them, not so soon after Isabel...”
“Wilson says you need to stop worrying,” you tell her firmly, “Emily is fine, Blythe is a good helper and Nathan and Gregory play well together. Emily doesn’t mind helping out, and I’ll call the school so that Blythe gets dropped off there instead of at our house. All you need to worry about is resting.”
Allison nods and sighs, reaching for your hand, “I’m sorry,” she mumbles, twining your fingers together and closing her eyes, “I should have been more careful. Blythe and Nathan were both early, I should have known.”
“It’s not your fault,” you tell her gruffly, brushing your thumb over the soft skin of her hand, “You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just going to be some really boring weeks until she’s big enough to come out.”
“Yeah,” she mumbles, and sighs again, “She’s worth it. I have to call work…I have good fellows. Kaysen and Markham need to learn how to swim without floaties,” she says, though you can tell she wasn’t planning on leaving them alone quite yet. You know she’s a good doctor and teacher and that her fellows respect her. The three of them work well together.
“I’ll call them,” you offer, and you stand up, kissing her forehead, “You sleep, alright? I’ll bring you some books when I go home.”
She nods and tips her head up for a kiss before you leave. You find Wilson and fill him in, and he tells you that he and Emily will help in any way they can.
You’re lucky to have him back in your life, and you’re not going to blow it again.
“Thank you,” you tell him, sincerely, and you sigh raggedly and drop into the chair in his office.
Things are going to be okay. Things have to be okay.
AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: Allison/House, Wilson/OC
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY:
Blythe calls you at work, and you could hear the tremble in her voice, “Daddy, you have to come get Mama,” she tells you, “because Mama thinks the baby is coming.”
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Don’t sue.
Author’s note: Of course, Kellyannie is love. Sequel to Eradication.
Allison goes into labor two weeks after Isabel is born. She spent the day running errands with Nathan, picked Blythe up from school, and was in the middle of making dinner when the contractions started.
Blythe calls you at work, and you could hear the tremble in her voice, “Daddy, you have to come get Mama,” she tells you, “because Mama thinks the baby is coming.”
You and Wilson are in the car, you are driving as fast as you can and Wilson is on the phone, trying to make arrangements. He calls Emily, who is at home with Gregory and Isabel, to go sit with Nathan and Blythe. You call Cuddy, and she tells you to bring Allison to the ER entrance and she’ll have everything ready to go.
You pull into the driveway seconds after Emily, and you are once again struck dumb at how amazing your friends are, to drop everything to help you.
Nathan and Blythe are in Blythe’s bedroom on Allison’s orders and she is sitting in the living room, holding her stomach and crying. Emily walks in and heads straight to the children, Isabel in her arms and Gregory tailing her. Wilson doesn’t speak, just scoops Allison up and carries her to the car, setting her in the backseat and then you are on your way back to the hospital.
You’re fucking useless and you hate yourself for your leg. You sit in back with Allison on the way to the hospital, you try to be reassuring but for the first time in your life, words fail you. You settle for wiping the tears off her cheeks and holding her hand; she knows you are there, no matter what.
When Wilson pulls up to the ER, you’re shoved out of the way as her doctor and the nurses crowd around her, putting in IV lines and bending her legs apart to check for dilation. You consent to whatever it is he tries to ask you, all you hear is “stop the labor” and “Allison will be fine” and you agree. Why can’t you remember anything you learned in Med school?
Three hours later, you’re allowed in to see her. She’s sound asleep, her skin ashen and her cheeks are stained with tears. The baby is fine, your eyes scan the monitors around her bed on autopilot. The steady beeps reassure you.
You sink down into the hard plastic chair next to her bed and put your hand over her belly. Your daughter kicks and you choke back a sob. You could have lost her.
You’re so focused on the gentle kick under your palm that you don’t see Allison wake up. Her little hand covers yours and you raise your eyes to her pallid face.
“Hey,” you murmur, reaching up to brush fingers over her cheek and tuck her hair behind your ear, “If you wanted more time off of work, you should have just asked your boss.”
“Is the baby okay?” she asks, her hands on her stomach, like she’s checking to make sure she’s still there.
“She’s fine,” you tell her, trying to be reassuring, “Your doctor will want to talk to you about what you want to do, now that you’re awake.”
“Bed rest?” Allison asks, and you catch the note of impatience in her voice. She’ll do whatever she has to for the baby, but she doesn’t like sitting still for a day, much less the next 12 weeks.
“You’re stuck here until she’s born,” you say simply, “You’re on medication. And,” you continue when she starts to protest being at the hospital for the coming weeks, “here, you have to rest. I can come see you often. If you’re home, you’ve got Nathan running around and you won’t rest. You’ll get up ‘just one time’ and the next thing you know you’ll be running around again.”
Allison is quiet, her hands rubbing gentle circles on her belly, “Okay,” she whispers, “Maybe my mom will come to watch Nathan and Blythe. We can’t ask Wilson and Emily to take them, not so soon after Isabel...”
“Wilson says you need to stop worrying,” you tell her firmly, “Emily is fine, Blythe is a good helper and Nathan and Gregory play well together. Emily doesn’t mind helping out, and I’ll call the school so that Blythe gets dropped off there instead of at our house. All you need to worry about is resting.”
Allison nods and sighs, reaching for your hand, “I’m sorry,” she mumbles, twining your fingers together and closing her eyes, “I should have been more careful. Blythe and Nathan were both early, I should have known.”
“It’s not your fault,” you tell her gruffly, brushing your thumb over the soft skin of her hand, “You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just going to be some really boring weeks until she’s big enough to come out.”
“Yeah,” she mumbles, and sighs again, “She’s worth it. I have to call work…I have good fellows. Kaysen and Markham need to learn how to swim without floaties,” she says, though you can tell she wasn’t planning on leaving them alone quite yet. You know she’s a good doctor and teacher and that her fellows respect her. The three of them work well together.
“I’ll call them,” you offer, and you stand up, kissing her forehead, “You sleep, alright? I’ll bring you some books when I go home.”
She nods and tips her head up for a kiss before you leave. You find Wilson and fill him in, and he tells you that he and Emily will help in any way they can.
You’re lucky to have him back in your life, and you’re not going to blow it again.
“Thank you,” you tell him, sincerely, and you sigh raggedly and drop into the chair in his office.
Things are going to be okay. Things have to be okay.