[Open] Kanda Comes Home

[madmugenskillz]

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.

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[causticguy]

House glared at Tiedoll with the sort of expression one might give a man who had, in all seriousness, suggested a bushel of rabid wombats as the new breakthrough in neonatal ICU staffing. (A single wombat, without the rabies, was bad enough.... And what the hell was he thinking, now?--Oh, yeah, about his team and the blissful comfort of a world where the laws of physics actually applied and people spoke English and Hindi and other sensible languages and didn't talk about someone "changing back into" some other person and expect to be taken seriously by anyone who wasn't clinically insane....)

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."

[makerofeden]

"I think we have more important things to worry about than who was what when." Tiedoll said, voice suddenly dropping. He was worried about Yuu at the moment, and didn't care if the other was a woman a little while ago, or if Kanda had a hobby of running off to the Moulin Rogue and smoking opium and drinking Absinthe with that once nice artist he met there once.

[sh_hereisgone]

Daisya nodded, agreeing with Tiedoll. He felt bad for keeping the story from House, but he was too worried about Kanda to even think straight.

"Please, what's wrong with him?" he asked, with hardly any voice at all. "He's so pale..."

[causticguy]

Oh look, more confirmation for his People Are Idiots theory. It would never cease to amaze House how incredibly dense people could be sometimes. "Because obviously his having recently undergone"-oh, hell, he couldn't believe he was really going to say this-"an extreme physical metamorphosis couldn't possibly have any bearing whatsoever on the reason that he's spewing up blood," House shot back at both of them scathingly, "Yes, I'm sure that those two things are just a coincidence."

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?"

[makerofeden]

"AB." Tiedoll said quickly, "What were you expecting? Blood like he went on a bing of it or we come from one of those God awful comics children seem to like?" snapping a bit back, not liking the tone House was taking with his student, as he propped Kanda's feet up.

"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."

[causticguy]

AB. Well thank goodness for small favors. House motioned Tiedoll around the couch. "Sit down and roll up your sleeve," he said simply, pulling another instrument from his bag--a long tube with needles on each end and a pump like a plunger in the middle. He would much have preferred to have both men lying down for this, but Tiedoll sitting on the floor by Kanda's side would have to do.

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."

[makerofeden]

"I do not know when he lost consciousness, I wasn't there when it happened." Tiedoll said, cooly responding. "He was a she, and I would have rather not jerked around an unconscious body with unknown injuries, who was changing quick enough for the clothes to be ripping, unless that is the preferred medical technique of your world."

Daisya went off to get the requested items.

[sh_hereisgone]

Daisya ran off to get the items, worried. He didn't like the way House and Tiedoll were sniping at each other at all... and it surprised him a great deal that Tiedoll was acting that way. Kanda must have been in far worse shape than Daisya had originally thought. He returned quickly with the basin and bucket of water, setting them down next to House, and then he took a step back, once again staring at Kanda.

"... he'll... he'll be fine, yeah...?"

[causticguy]

Somewhere in this world-in this jumble of absurdity and nonsense that passed for a universe-there was someone who could speak enough of the English language to actually tell House what the hell had happened in the lead up to Not-So-Much-A-Lady Godiva's bloody vomit episode to actually be of some diagnostic use.

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."

[makerofeden]

"If I knew that, I could answer,it. I have told you everything I know since finding him." he said. Giving the Doctor a nod, "Because when I found him, I was more concerned about other things than what caused the damage." he sighed, he hated not knowing what do to.

[sh_hereisgone]

Daiysa looked vaguely green at what House described, but he nodded and steeled his nerves. He'd seen much worse in battle and even before, though never did he think he would see Kanda in this state.

"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."

[causticguy]

House watched the calm settle over Daisya's features with an unspoken understanding: this was the sort of thing that he must have had to become good at--shutting off his worry, his feelings. It was the sort of thing that, to get good at, you had to have a lot of practice with.

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.