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[Dr. Jones, Dr. Jones, Wake Up Now...]

Mar 17, 2008 20:47

WHO: Daisya Berry, Yu Kanda, Gregory House
WHAT: Kanda needs surgery!
WHERE: House's house... o_O
WHEN: Middle of the night

( The other Exorcist had better be damn careful where exactly under his leg he was putting that arm. )

Ω daisya barry, Ω kanda yuu, Ω gregory house

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sh_hereisgone March 18 2008, 02:01:37 UTC

"Sorry," Daisya mumbled. "'m doin' the best I can... ah, here, this won't work." He carefully slipped Kanda off of his back, then lifted her up with one arm near her shoulders and one under her knees. "It'll hurt less. Put your arms around my neck an' it'll be fine."

When he was satisfied that he wasn't going to drop her, he headed outside and went straight for Dr. House's place. He only hoped the doctor would be around and willing to help... because he had no idea what to do for his injured friend.

He finally paused in front of the door and shifted Kanda in his arms, then reached out to knock.

causticguy March 18 2008, 04:39:22 UTC

There was only one reason that House was awake when the knock sounded on his door: Schuldig. All right, fine, so it was one reason with a lot of complicated little parts, but at the moment, Glam Rock Boy was right there at the nexus of it all.

Those puzzle pieces, of course, connected up with others, some of which he was closer to fitting together while others…well, it was hard to match up the picture when you didn't know if you were looking at an elbow or an ear. That was why House used his white board at work. Writing things down was just how he worked. But he didn't have a white board here.

What he had instead were his walls. They were papered in stripes of pale yellow and cream, mostly, and House had been shameless about turning them into a de facto note pad. At the moment that the knocking began, he had been contemplating a list of notes and numbers written under the name "Sunshine." He was also particularly uninterested in the prospect of being disturbed.

Damn. Who the hell would be trying to come and see him at this hour ( ... )

hiheelboots March 18 2008, 22:46:51 UTC

After several minutes of no answer, Kanda snarled deep in his throat before jerking himself out of Daisya's arms. If the other Exorcist tried to offer protest, he shoved it aside, and instead held back the pain as he limped closer to the door and pounded against it with his fist as hard as he could.

It seemed that all of Kanda's frustrations poured out within the impacts to the door; everything from the ball to the fight with that Noah, and now he was stuck in that girl's body with a fucked up knee...

"Dr. House!" he roared enough so that the entire damn neighborhood could probably hear him (he only slightly winced at the sound of Lenalee's voice tearing through his throat-so this was what she sounded like when she was practically homicidal). "DR. HOUSE!!"

sh_hereisgone March 18 2008, 23:27:18 UTC

Daisya cringed and put his hand on his forehead. At least she'd chosen to take her anger out on the door, but damn. House was going to completely ignore them at this rate.

"Stop it," he ordered, grabbing her wrist and holding tight to keep her from hitting the door further. "You're makin' an idiot of yourself, dammit! Calm down an' let me handle it!"

With a sigh, he leaned back and looked at one of the windows. "Dr. House, it's Daisya," he called. "An'... ah, Lenalee. She needs help... please?"

causticguy March 19 2008, 00:38:36 UTC

Oh for the love of…The very first person that House thought of at the sound of a woman's voice screaming his name was little miss Cellular Regeneration-what was her name? Cassie? Cathy? whatever-but whoever was outside his door shrieking at the top of her lungs, it didn't sound like the cheerleader from Odessa ( ... )

hiheelboots March 19 2008, 02:13:58 UTC

Kanda simply growled, in far too much pain and a foul mood to reply to the man's sarcasm. If he had any hope in a full recovery, he had to take care of this injury now. Last thing he wanted was Lenalee jumping all over him like a rabid hellcat for hurting her body. She never broke a damn leg in her life. And he hadn't even been in it for forty-eight hours when BAM! he broke one.

He decided to let Daisya do all the talking. The moron was good for something every once in a while, after all.

sh_hereisgone March 19 2008, 02:18:16 UTC

Daisya sighed and supported Kanda so she wouldn't fall off of the porch. Honestly, if he wasn't such a hot-headed bastard, they wouldn't be in these situations nearly as often.

"'m sorry to bug you," Daisya began, looking up at House with a pained expression. "She's not usually so, ah, impatient. We got into a little scuffle with that Noah I told you 'bout... uh, the one who killed me. She went a little overboard an' messed her knee up bad... an' you're the best person I know for this kinda thing. I mean... I don't trust some random person with her. So... please..."

causticguy March 19 2008, 03:00:31 UTC

House glowered--positively glowered--at Daisya, because god damn it, as badly as he really wanted to say "Sorry, not interested," Daisya was his patient and House had a vested interest in keeping their relationship copacetic so that the next time he had a test he wanted to run he would have a minimum of convincing, arguing, or cajoling to do first ( ... )

hiheelboots March 20 2008, 00:10:31 UTC

He kind of liked this guy. Straight to the point. Good. With Daisya's help, Kanda sat down on the chair, trying to find the most comfortable position to rest his injured leg that didn't make him want to rip something apart from the pain. He only vaguely noticed the untidiness of the kitchen; Kanda, while one of the curious sort, didn't extend it to sticking his nose in other peoples' businesses. If the guy liked to paper mache his house in his spare time, then to each their own.

"I was in a fight," Kanda explained. "I put too much momentum in my jump and landed on my leg improperly. In fact, I don't need much of a diagnosis, I already know what's wrong. I tore my medial collateral. I'm just here to see if I'm going to need some kind of surgery or not."

He had not been trying to brag, by any means, in his anatomical knowledge. Kanda had sustained almost every injury imaginable short of severed limbs during his career as an Exorcist. After years and years of doctor after doctor telling you exactly why you can't leave the hospital ( ... )

causticguy March 20 2008, 01:31:53 UTC

"Oh, well good," returned House scathingly, "I'm so glad that you decided to come all the way over here to share your diagnosis with me. Because really, I just can't get to bed at night without a knee injury to soothe me to sleep. It's like counting sheep."

Charming. He didn't just get a patient with a boring knee injury that he didn't want to treat, he got a self-diagnosing, know-it-all patient who was going to try and tell him how to treat her. His favorite.

He limped around to the far counter and began going through drawers, pulling out syringes, bottles, bandages. "You allergic to any medications? Any family history of osteoarthritis? Degenerative bone disease?" He glanced over at her as he went to the ice chest, retrieving a small ice block, which he wrapped up in a square of cloth.

He caught a look at Daisya in the periphery of his vision as he did, his eyes flitting over him quickly-too brief a scrutiny to notice, but in a moment he took in his posture, the blood stain on his back, the expression on his face. Now that was ( ... )

hiheelboots March 20 2008, 01:46:48 UTC

"No, no, and no," Kanda responded almost automatically to House's questions. Well, he definitely wasn't allergic to any medications. As far as his family history went, hell, he couldn't even remember his parents' faces, much less their health problems. But even if there had been any unfavorable hereditary characteristics, the Om would have already taken care of them. In fact, his little nifty ability could do anything except cure the common cold and a few minor flu symptoms.

Kanda sighed softly as he took the ice pack and placed it against his knee. It felt a bit better now, the pain was dwindling somewhat now that he wasn't trying to move all over the place at once.

Great. Drugs. That seemed to be every doctor's solution with each visit he made: pump him up with drugs.

sh_hereisgone March 20 2008, 01:54:18 UTC

"You sure about that, Lenalee?" Daisya asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

He shifted a bit and sat down next to her, grimacing a bit as his coat pulled at the wound on his back. He was tired, and he wanted to rest, but he had to take care of Kanda first before the idiot wrecked Lenalee's body further.

hiheelboots March 20 2008, 02:04:39 UTC

Oh, damn. Daisya's words reminded Kanda that he was no longer in his own body. He snarled at Daisya, as if it was all his fault, before glaring at the floor.

This was all starting to just get too damn confusing for him. Well, if anything, at least he no longer seemed too weirded out by it all.

causticguy March 20 2008, 02:27:16 UTC

House would have had to be a complete moron to miss, from that little exchange, that something was very definitely up with these two. People did not look cowed when asked if they were sure about their medical history unless they were hiding something.

The only question was how to get whatever it was out.

Drawing a dose of codeine into a syringe and tapping the air bubbles loose, House fixed the girl with the sort of maniacal smile that would have looked very much at home on a mad scientist. "Well, if she's not sure this should be a real adventure," he said, as though he found the prospect of a sudden allergic reaction to be the potential highlight of his evening.

hiheelboots March 21 2008, 03:43:12 UTC

"I'm quite sure," Kanda said with all confidence. Hell, this guy could ask everything about Lenalee from her health issues to her personal bad habits and Kanda could answer them all in all confidence. He had known that girl since forever, after all.

Didn't mean he could act like her, though, try as he might.

Kanda couldn't help feeling slightly unnerved at the way House looked at him. He was suddenly reminded of being underneath Komui's drill back at Headquarters. Definitely not pleasant memories. Instead, he made a point to glaring in the other direction. "Let's just get this over with," he muttered.

causticguy March 22 2008, 05:26:56 UTC

House watched the young woman with narrowed eyes. He already knew she was lying about something, the only questions were what and why. He certainly wasn't just going to come out and ask though. That would be like grinning in poker when you were dealt a straight flush: win the hand, lose out on the bets. The way House played, it was always better to up the ante.

He gave her the injection IV, so that the effect would be immediate: enough to take the edge off the pain but not so much as to relieve it completely. He still needed her to know what she was feeling, after all.

"All right," he told her, as he limped back across the room to drop the needle into a metal pot that looked a bit like an antique pressure cooker, "get up on the table and lie down on your back. And let Daisya help you, since you've already managed to demonstrate just how graceful you are at moving on your own."

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