[Open] Kanda Comes Home
WHO: Yu Kanda, Daisya Barry, Lenalee Lee, Froi Tiedoll, Gregory House
WHAT: Kanda is in a lot of damn trouble.
WHERE: Exorcist's Home
WHEN: The day the SOS Brigade returns from the jungle.
( The first thing he became aware of had been the warm sun in his face and strong arms holding him. )
WHAT: Kanda is in a lot of damn trouble.
WHERE: Exorcist's Home
WHEN: The day the SOS Brigade returns from the jungle.
( The first thing he became aware of had been the warm sun in his face and strong arms holding him. )
He followed the younger man into the house and down the hall, and hadn't even made it through the doorway when he ran into item number two on his current List of Things that Set His Teeth on Edge: he was apparently going to have the privilege of meeting whoever this "Master" person was. And whoever he was, House didn't like him on principle. So when Tiedoll thanked him for coming, House didn't so much as look at him or even acknowledge his presence, but just walked passed, going over to the man lying on the couch whom he was here to treat.
His very first thought, besides that the guy looked like he'd recently gone a few too many rounds with a wood chipper, was that someone had apparently seen fit to dress him in an absurdly oversized painter's smock.
Motioning Daisya over he removed stethoscope and blood pressure cuff from his bag and opened Kanda's shirt so that he could examine him, which had the unintended effect of revealing the fact that he wasn't wearing anything at all underneath. House cast a brief derisive glance at Tiedoll who seemed to present a suitable scapegoat for the current state of affairs (or just for the fact that House was irritated that people went around calling other people 'Master' to begin with), "Rohypnol party gone bad?"
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The sound of Daisya's voice was what brought House back to the moment, which also meant that it was Daisya who bore the immediate brunt of his aggravation. House's glare swung around to fix on him. "Yes," he said deliberately, the look on his face saying unmistakably, You're an idiot, "I can see how that minor detail might just have slipped your mind.
"So, assuming that you don't mean that 'she' was actually 'him' in the whole metaphorical 'boyfriend who looked like a girlfriend' sort of way, I think that Little Miss Wounded Knee might have pulled a fast one on you, Sunshine. You know, different bits," he gestured obliquely towards Kanda's genitals, the implication clearly that Daisya might have been too dim to notice. "Or maybe we should just call him 'Butterfly,' Gallimard."
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"Please, what's wrong with him?" he asked, with hardly any voice at all. "He's so pale..."
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But he did continue his examination, checking Kanda's vitals, lifting his eyelids to look into his unconscious eyes, and then feeling his belly, pressing against the muscles to feel for masses or lumps. He even (rather considerately) pulled the hem of the oversized shirt back across Kanda's body when he was done so that he wasn't completely exposed. "Prop his feet up on one of those pillows," he instructed, not really concerned which member of his de facto audience did so. "How long has he been unconscious?"
He nodded towards the bloody cloth that Tiedoll had left on the table, "That all the blood there was?" It wasn't too much, to look at it on the cloth, and yet the man's blood pressure and respiratory rate were both decreased, and the loss of consciousness was more than a little concerning. He needed to figure out where the blood was coming from as well as where it was going to, but first he needed to get the guy stabilized.
"I'm going to need to know everything you can tell me about this…change-what exactly happened to him and how it happened." He began riffling through his bag again, "One of you know his blood type?"
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"It was just a change, a slow one where I had enough time to remove the clothes before any more damage could be done. I do not know what triggered it, unfortunately."
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He tied off Kanda's arm first, feeling for a vein, still talking while he worked. "Slow gradual change," he challenged Tiedoll, "but not slow enough for him to take his own clothes off. He shot him a scathing glance, "Or is undressing young men just a kink of yours." That last dig had probably been unnecessary, but House was growing more and more irritated by the moment with the lack of answers. He felt like Bullwinkle Moose: 'Watch me pull a diagnosis out of my hat.' "When did he lose consciousness."
And more to the point, why were they making him repeat himself? Did they really think that this was just small talk? House didn't have an endoscope, he didn't have any imaging equipment, he didn't have a conscious patient of whom he could ask some of the most basic questions (one of the most important of which-any blood in the stool-House didn't think for a second that the guy would have been likely to casually mention to friends), and yet he had to figure out where the hell the bleed was if he was going to treat it.
He felt Tiedoll's arm, found a vein, and slid the needle in, then positioned him so that his arm, at least, was resting on the couch, level with Kanda's, and turned a valve in the pump so that the blood could flow. "Tell me if you start to feel dizzy or light headed," he said, though his attention was already turning towards Daisya.
"I need a bucket or a basin, and a large bowl of warm water."
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Daisya went off to get the requested items.
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"... he'll... he'll be fine, yeah...?"
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That person, however, was obviously not here. The people who were here were either unconscious, clueless, or just plain idiots. Mr. Eraserhead apparently couldn't decide whether what had happened to Resident Naked Guy had been slow or fast, peaceful or traumatic, or even bigger than a breadbox, and House was getting tired of playing twenty questions. He had better things to think about then the lack-of-answers coming from the bloodbank in residence.
He began instead to lay out everything he expected to need for the procedure he was planning, clearing off a nearby table and pulling it up so all of his instruments would be within reach. He was checking both Kanda and Tiedoll's vitals again when Daisya returned, and damn what House wouldn't have given to have one of the members of his team here because he could see just how worried Daisya was and he was going to have to ask him to assist, and what he needed was clear-headed, objective, and calm.
House rubbed his forehead. "We have to find out where the blood came from," he explained as he slid closed the valve on the pump and removed the needles first from Tiedoll's arm and then Kanda's. "Until we know that…. Right now, I'm not even getting a straight answer about what kind of physical trauma he suffered."
At least Kanda was stable now though. His pressure and respiration were back up within normal range, his pulse was steady, and he looked a little less pale. "We're going to empty out his stomach," he said, opening a jar of lubricant and picking up a length of tubing. "Water goes in, stomach contents come out. If the bleed is in his stomach, we'll be able to tell. Once I get started, I'm going to need you to keep bringing me fresh water until we're done." Then, almost as an afterthought he added to Tiedoll, "You, sit over there and rest for a minute so you don't get all light-headed."
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"I'm ready," he said quietly. "Just tell me when I should get more water."
It was remarkably easy to get hold of himself then... it was like pulling his hood over his face. A calm settled over him that stilled the trembling in his hands and slowed his heart, and he nodded firmly, meeting House's gaze.
"I'm ready."
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He nodded in answer, and then turning back to Kanda, tilted the young man's head back and slid the lubricated end of the tube into his nose. The free end of the tubing House held plugged closed with his thumb.
Feeling the places of resistance and give, he fed the flexible rubber past the reflexive contraction of Kanda's throat, down his esophagus, and into his stomach. Then he paused and, with stethoscope in his ears, checked its placement. Good.
"Hold the water bowl here," he told Daisya, and submerged the free end of the tubing, releasing the pressure of his thumb. The water siphoned slowly, moving down the tube. House listened to Kanda's chest, then pressed his thumb over the tube's end again, moved it to the basin, and let it empty. "Go get more water," he instructed calmly.
Five times he did this, until the water coming through the tube was as clear coming out as it had been going in.
Then he stopped, slowly extubated his patient, and sat silently, looking at Kanda and thinking.
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