FANFIC "this might be the end: part 24"
Title: This Might Be The End
Rating: MA as a whole
Spoilers: no, just dreaming
Disclaimer: don’t own
House paced back and forth outside the hospital room, waiting for the doctor to come out. Cameron had been unconscious for the past couple hours.
“Sit down. You’re making me nervous,” Wilson adjusted his position in the chair he pulled from the lobby.
House paused for a moment, pinching his bottom lip with his fingers before continuing back and forth.
The blinds were closed, and he was losing his patience. ‘What the hell is taking so long?’ With his cane, he knocked on the glass,
“Hey!”
“House sit down,” Wilson gritted through his teeth.
“I’m not sitting down until…” There was a click of the door, and both turned to see the doctor stepping out.
“Hello, Dr. House," he took a deep breath, "The tests proved that everything‘s fine. Your wife is not in labor yet. For now, she needs to rest,” the doctor spoke softly in reassurance.
“Braxton-Hicks,” House stated, the doctor nodding to confirm the diagnoses.
“That’s it? I’ve been waiting for hours,” House peeked his head in to see Cameron asleep and walked in but not before turning to the doctor,
“Shame on you,” then shut the door.
Wilson bounced on his toes nervously,
“He’s…just happy,” pause, “Thanks.” He grabbed his chair and carried it away, leaving the doctor in the middle of the hall confused.
-/-/
When House walked in, he dropped his cane on the metal tray at the end of the hospital bed. Cameron jerked, grunting her disproval while glaring at House as he turned on the TV.
Behind him, he grabbed a chair, dragging it to the side of the bed as the scraping across the floor shrieked and echoed in the room.
‘Are you kidding me?’ Cameron wanted to shout, but decided it was better left in her head.
“Greg, could you be any louder?”
When he turned his head, he couldn’t hold back a frown. The bags under her eyes looked bruised, her complexion was pale, even her eyes expressed dull emotion.
“I’ll try and be quiet,” he spoke softly.
“Is that even possible for you,” she waited for an answer, but it seemed he hadn’t heard her, keeping his focus on ‘Man vs. Wild.’
“There’s a bigger TV in the break room,” she suggested.
“I want to sit here,” pause, “Quietly.”
She rolled her eyes, but smiled anyway.
“You do know that you scared the shit out of me today,” he said while turning up the volume, showing that it wasn’t something he wanted to discuss, but needed her to know.
“I was scared too,” she admitted, noticing his shoulders tense as he held on a bit tighter to the arm of the chair,
“Could you turn it down?”
He switched off the show and moved to the bed, nudging her gently before taking his spot beside her. He slid his arm underneath her pillow and brushed back the strands of hair that stuck to her forehead.
His frown was still there, but as long as her eyes were closed, it didn’t need to be hidden.
“Have you thought of any names for the kid,” he asked as he traced patterns along her stomach.
“A few,” she rolled to her side and nestled her cheek against his chest.
“Oookay…like what?” or in other words, ‘I was looking for a specific answer, duh.’
“I like Michelle for a girl and Joshua for a boy, but I guess there can be some room for discussion.”
“There better be. I dated a girl named Michelle. Complete skank. I’m not going to have the bad vibes of her name influence my daughter,” he tilted his head to the side as he considered the other name,
“Joshua is a possibility.”
“What names have you thought of,” she asked curiously.
He shrugged,
“I’m just going to go with it. When the baby pops out, I’ll look at the kid and say ‘That’s a Viggo’ or a Bob, whatever the hell kind of name comes to me.”
“Viggo? I want a name that people know. You don’t name your kid something outrageous unless you know they’ll be famous.”
“You’re jealous.”
She was about to speak when the glass door slid open and the doctor walked in,
“I’m sorry, but Allison needs her rest. You’re going to have to leave for a bit,” he smiled apologetically.
“See, doctors spoil all the fun. We’re discussing names, you know,” he lifted his thigh as he swung it over the side of the bed to grab his cane then reaching out to grab his cane.
“Hurry up and sleep so I can come back in.”
He shot a glare at the doctor as he limped to the door.
“I love you, Greg.”
The side of his mouth curved a bit as he nodded and winked before closing the glass door behind him.
Rating: MA as a whole
Spoilers: no, just dreaming
Disclaimer: don’t own
House paced back and forth outside the hospital room, waiting for the doctor to come out. Cameron had been unconscious for the past couple hours.
“Sit down. You’re making me nervous,” Wilson adjusted his position in the chair he pulled from the lobby.
House paused for a moment, pinching his bottom lip with his fingers before continuing back and forth.
The blinds were closed, and he was losing his patience. ‘What the hell is taking so long?’ With his cane, he knocked on the glass,
“Hey!”
“House sit down,” Wilson gritted through his teeth.
“I’m not sitting down until…” There was a click of the door, and both turned to see the doctor stepping out.
“Hello, Dr. House," he took a deep breath, "The tests proved that everything‘s fine. Your wife is not in labor yet. For now, she needs to rest,” the doctor spoke softly in reassurance.
“Braxton-Hicks,” House stated, the doctor nodding to confirm the diagnoses.
“That’s it? I’ve been waiting for hours,” House peeked his head in to see Cameron asleep and walked in but not before turning to the doctor,
“Shame on you,” then shut the door.
Wilson bounced on his toes nervously,
“He’s…just happy,” pause, “Thanks.” He grabbed his chair and carried it away, leaving the doctor in the middle of the hall confused.
-/-/
When House walked in, he dropped his cane on the metal tray at the end of the hospital bed. Cameron jerked, grunting her disproval while glaring at House as he turned on the TV.
Behind him, he grabbed a chair, dragging it to the side of the bed as the scraping across the floor shrieked and echoed in the room.
‘Are you kidding me?’ Cameron wanted to shout, but decided it was better left in her head.
“Greg, could you be any louder?”
When he turned his head, he couldn’t hold back a frown. The bags under her eyes looked bruised, her complexion was pale, even her eyes expressed dull emotion.
“I’ll try and be quiet,” he spoke softly.
“Is that even possible for you,” she waited for an answer, but it seemed he hadn’t heard her, keeping his focus on ‘Man vs. Wild.’
“There’s a bigger TV in the break room,” she suggested.
“I want to sit here,” pause, “Quietly.”
She rolled her eyes, but smiled anyway.
“You do know that you scared the shit out of me today,” he said while turning up the volume, showing that it wasn’t something he wanted to discuss, but needed her to know.
“I was scared too,” she admitted, noticing his shoulders tense as he held on a bit tighter to the arm of the chair,
“Could you turn it down?”
He switched off the show and moved to the bed, nudging her gently before taking his spot beside her. He slid his arm underneath her pillow and brushed back the strands of hair that stuck to her forehead.
His frown was still there, but as long as her eyes were closed, it didn’t need to be hidden.
“Have you thought of any names for the kid,” he asked as he traced patterns along her stomach.
“A few,” she rolled to her side and nestled her cheek against his chest.
“Oookay…like what?” or in other words, ‘I was looking for a specific answer, duh.’
“I like Michelle for a girl and Joshua for a boy, but I guess there can be some room for discussion.”
“There better be. I dated a girl named Michelle. Complete skank. I’m not going to have the bad vibes of her name influence my daughter,” he tilted his head to the side as he considered the other name,
“Joshua is a possibility.”
“What names have you thought of,” she asked curiously.
He shrugged,
“I’m just going to go with it. When the baby pops out, I’ll look at the kid and say ‘That’s a Viggo’ or a Bob, whatever the hell kind of name comes to me.”
“Viggo? I want a name that people know. You don’t name your kid something outrageous unless you know they’ll be famous.”
“You’re jealous.”
She was about to speak when the glass door slid open and the doctor walked in,
“I’m sorry, but Allison needs her rest. You’re going to have to leave for a bit,” he smiled apologetically.
“See, doctors spoil all the fun. We’re discussing names, you know,” he lifted his thigh as he swung it over the side of the bed to grab his cane then reaching out to grab his cane.
“Hurry up and sleep so I can come back in.”
He shot a glare at the doctor as he limped to the door.
“I love you, Greg.”
The side of his mouth curved a bit as he nodded and winked before closing the glass door behind him.