Discardia - House
This one is called "Cuddy - Accident" in the files, and has to deal with Cuddy and an accident (behold my amazing naming skills). It was started about mid-way through last season, and thus touched on some things that they then went on to touch on in the season, as I have watched TV before and thus can chart the course of a TV show apparently.
Cuddy - Accident
Wilson’s face was nearly as white as his coat when he threw House’s door open. “Clinic. Now.”
“You’re supposed to say stat,” House reminded him as he got to his feet, his cane already in hand. “If we’re going to play ER, you have to use the correct terminology.” He fell behind Wilson as he took off at a run, though his speed increased as a result. “I get to play Carter this time!”
When he got to the clinic, House groaned under his breath. Broken and bleeding bodies were stretched out everywhere and, even if he’d vocalized his groan, it wouldn’t have bene heard over the shouts of the gathered doctors or the low, dull, constant moan of pain coming from the gathered hoard of patients.
“What the hell happened?” He took a pair of gloves from one of the nurses and snapped them on, gripping his cane tighter as he moved into the mass of bodies. “Bomb? Bus crash? Dinner special at the local diner?”
“Fifteen car pile-up on the freeway not far from here,” the nurse responded, her hand wavering as she hesitated to take House’s cane. He slammed it hard on the edge of the gurney. “There was an assisted living bus,” she nodded in the direction of Cameron who was attending to a mass of white haired and balding paitents, “a school bus,” she nodded agin this time to Chase, surrounded by cheerleaders, “and…”
“If you say a church bus, I’m going to know this is some sort of joke.” House surveyed his patient quickly. “Get him to a room. Nothing life threatening.” He snapped off his gloves and moved to the next. Looking over the bodies for Wilson, he shook his head. “I was kidding about playing ER.”
“I wasn’t.”
House smirked and handed his cane off, glancing over the next patient. “Nice legs. Too bad you might lose one of them.”
“That’d be…fitting.”
The voice shocked him and his head jerked up. “God damn it! Who’s in charge here?”
Her hand lifted and she waved it, the grimace of pain belying her light tone. “That’d be me.”
“Wilson!” House roared and Wilson looked over at him, his eyes wide. Wihtout a word, he motioned Foreman over to the patient he was working on and rushed over to House, stripping off his gloves as he went. “Find Orville. He’s the best surgeon we’ve got.”
“What’s the prob…Lisa.” Wilson reached out then stopped. “Orville. Right.” He turned and hurried out of the clinic area.
“Touching.” House moved up to her face and checked her eyes. “He always call you Lisa in times of stress?”
“I don’t know.” She coughed then whimpered. “I’ve never been laid out on a gurney in front of him before.”
House reached over and snagged the stethoscope from the nurse and fit it to his ears. “I was thinking different times of stress.” He moved her blouse aside and closed his eyes. “Get me a CT scan ready to go. Set up full x-rays as well. Orville’s going to want to know what he’s working with.” He pressed against Cuddy’s abdomen gently, slowly applying more pressure until she cried out. “Fuck.”
“You always did know how to sweet talk a girl, House.”
“Smart ass words from a lady who I’ve just accused of sleeping with my best friend.”
“O…Only friend.” She bit her lower lip. “Oh.”
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a bottle and thumbed it open, pouring two into Cuddy’s mouth. “Don’t chew. Just swallow.”
“I bet that’s what you say to all the girls.”
House bit back a smile and moved lower, his hand running down Cuddy’s leg. “What the hell were you doing out there, Cuddy?”
“Coming to work.”
“Late.”
“I was here late last night.” She winced as he touched her leg. When she spoke again, her voice was barely above a whisper. “Greg?” He didn’t look at her. “Please don’t let them take my leg.”
“Orville! Is that how you respond to a stat? I got here faster and I use a fucking cane.” He grasped the end of Cuddy’s gurney, not looking down at her face. “Let’s go. I’ve got a CT and x-rays set up.”
Orville stood in front of the gurney. “I’ll take her, House. You’re needed here.”
House’s hands tightened on the metal frame until his knuckles were as white as bleached bones. His eyes held on Orville’s for a long moment then he bowed his head. “Take care of her.”
“I will.”
**
House rested his head against the wall of the shower, letting the hot water beat against the top of his spine. Steam clouded the room, suffusing his body with exhaustion as the water drained away at his feet.
“House?” He didn’t answer as he reached back and rubbed his neck, rolling it in a slow circle. “House? House? Oh.”
He sighed. “Having a little trouble reading, Cameron?”
“I…er…um…I just…Cuddy’s out of surgery.” She focused her gaze on the tiled floor, fighting the urge to let it run over him. She glanced up and blushed then quickly looked at the floor again. “I thought you’d want to know.”
He paused, slowly turning the water off. Finally he sighed. “Thank you.”
“I…um, you’re welcome.” She searched his face as he turned, surprised at the lack of bite in his words. “Foreman and Chase are still downstairs. And Wilson was busy, so I came. I mean, I wasn’t trying to…”
“Thank you.” The words were sharper. “You can go now, unless you were waiting for something more? Maybe a song and dance? I’ve got the cane, but I’m afraid I’m short a top hat.”
She blushed darkly and shook her head, averting her eyes again. “I’m going to go.”
“Yeah. I thought you might.” His hand closed around the metal bar that lined the shower as he made his way slowly out toward the dressing room. He wrapped a towel around his waist then dug through his gym bag, moving in slow motion as he fished out a new set of clothes. His jaw ached from clenching his teeth as he leaned his head on the locker, closing his eyes.
“What did you do?” His voice was hoarse from the oxygen and intubation, his mind groggy from the drugs. She refused to look at him, and he grabbed her wrist and forced the words out through his clenched teeth. “What did you do, Lisa?”
“Saved your life.”
“My life,” he sneered. “This had nothing to do with my life.”
“Is that what you think?” Her voice echoed with hurt. “You think, what? That this is about the hospital? Or maybe you think this is about my standing as a doctor.”
“Wouldn’t look good to lose one of your own physicians.”
“Yeah, well, I think it doesn’t look good to lose anyone, no matter what they are or what they do.” She jerked her wrist out of his grip. “You could have been the janitor and I would have done the same thing.”
“No. If I had been the janitor, you would have cut off my damn leg.” He caught her arm again, his thumb rubbing a slow circle over her pulse. “Stacy signed the papers the second you suggested this, didn’t she?”
“Let me go, Greg.”
“Just a nice, easy revenge, wasn’t it? A ‘fuck you’ right in my face.” He pressed harder against her wrist. “Make me owe you for my life? You want me to thank you, Cuddy?”
She straightened at the sound of her last name and freed her hand again. “The only thing I want from you, House, is that you be the best damned doctor you can. As it is, now you’ll have the chance, since you’ll be alive and able to walk. Which is a hell of a lot more than what you’d be able to do if I’d listened to you.”
“You think this is a life? Stumbling around like a bum with a cane and a limp? Addicted to pain killers and booze to get through the day?”
“Who knows?” She headed for the door, her eyes hard yet wounded as the met his. “Maybe it’ll improve your disposition.”
**
Orville started to say something, but House brushed past him, moving into Cuddy’s room. Wilson was leaning against the wall, his hands behind him, his eyes locked on Cuddy’s face. “I always thought it would be Stacy we fought over.”
“Are we fighting?” Wilson asked lightly.
“Orville started blathering when I walked past him. While he knows what he’s doing, I always doubt he knows what he’s talking about. What’s going on?”
“She won’t lose the leg.” He shrugged and looked down at the ground. “She also won’t be having any children.”
“Ah.”
“Including the one she was carrying.”
“Oh.”
Wilson smirked at the brown leather of his shoes. “Any thoughts as to whose it might be?”
“You were at the top of my list.”
“You were at mine.”
House moved over to the end of the bed and picked up her chart, looking through it. After a moment, he closed the file and moved over to the chair beside her bed. “Maybe it was some random guy, right? Some booze soaked bachelor from that last conference she went to? Or maybe some booze soaked, married doctor with a hard on and a hangover?” He rubbed his forehead. “She’s going to be okay?”
“Well, I don’t know how she’s going to be when she wakes up and finds out she’s not going to have children, oh, and by the way, did you know you were pregnant? And the two doctors on your staff that you were sleeping with would be keenly interested in knowing who the father was.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t hit her with that all at once?”
“That doesn’t sound like you. Take no prisoners, remember? Guns blazing?”
“I wasn’t sleeping with her.” House managed a smirk. “So there’s one mystery solved.”
“I wasn’t either.” Wilson laughed at House’s look. “I just wanted to.”
“So did I.” House stood up, groaning under his breath as his leg rebelled. “I need a drink and a vicodin prescription, not necessarily in that order. I’ll supply the booze if you whip out your prescription pad.”
“You think I’m that easy?”
House shrugged. “I’m breaking out the good stuff.”
“I’ll give you six months of refills.”
**
Cuddy - Accident
Wilson’s face was nearly as white as his coat when he threw House’s door open. “Clinic. Now.”
“You’re supposed to say stat,” House reminded him as he got to his feet, his cane already in hand. “If we’re going to play ER, you have to use the correct terminology.” He fell behind Wilson as he took off at a run, though his speed increased as a result. “I get to play Carter this time!”
When he got to the clinic, House groaned under his breath. Broken and bleeding bodies were stretched out everywhere and, even if he’d vocalized his groan, it wouldn’t have bene heard over the shouts of the gathered doctors or the low, dull, constant moan of pain coming from the gathered hoard of patients.
“What the hell happened?” He took a pair of gloves from one of the nurses and snapped them on, gripping his cane tighter as he moved into the mass of bodies. “Bomb? Bus crash? Dinner special at the local diner?”
“Fifteen car pile-up on the freeway not far from here,” the nurse responded, her hand wavering as she hesitated to take House’s cane. He slammed it hard on the edge of the gurney. “There was an assisted living bus,” she nodded in the direction of Cameron who was attending to a mass of white haired and balding paitents, “a school bus,” she nodded agin this time to Chase, surrounded by cheerleaders, “and…”
“If you say a church bus, I’m going to know this is some sort of joke.” House surveyed his patient quickly. “Get him to a room. Nothing life threatening.” He snapped off his gloves and moved to the next. Looking over the bodies for Wilson, he shook his head. “I was kidding about playing ER.”
“I wasn’t.”
House smirked and handed his cane off, glancing over the next patient. “Nice legs. Too bad you might lose one of them.”
“That’d be…fitting.”
The voice shocked him and his head jerked up. “God damn it! Who’s in charge here?”
Her hand lifted and she waved it, the grimace of pain belying her light tone. “That’d be me.”
“Wilson!” House roared and Wilson looked over at him, his eyes wide. Wihtout a word, he motioned Foreman over to the patient he was working on and rushed over to House, stripping off his gloves as he went. “Find Orville. He’s the best surgeon we’ve got.”
“What’s the prob…Lisa.” Wilson reached out then stopped. “Orville. Right.” He turned and hurried out of the clinic area.
“Touching.” House moved up to her face and checked her eyes. “He always call you Lisa in times of stress?”
“I don’t know.” She coughed then whimpered. “I’ve never been laid out on a gurney in front of him before.”
House reached over and snagged the stethoscope from the nurse and fit it to his ears. “I was thinking different times of stress.” He moved her blouse aside and closed his eyes. “Get me a CT scan ready to go. Set up full x-rays as well. Orville’s going to want to know what he’s working with.” He pressed against Cuddy’s abdomen gently, slowly applying more pressure until she cried out. “Fuck.”
“You always did know how to sweet talk a girl, House.”
“Smart ass words from a lady who I’ve just accused of sleeping with my best friend.”
“O…Only friend.” She bit her lower lip. “Oh.”
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a bottle and thumbed it open, pouring two into Cuddy’s mouth. “Don’t chew. Just swallow.”
“I bet that’s what you say to all the girls.”
House bit back a smile and moved lower, his hand running down Cuddy’s leg. “What the hell were you doing out there, Cuddy?”
“Coming to work.”
“Late.”
“I was here late last night.” She winced as he touched her leg. When she spoke again, her voice was barely above a whisper. “Greg?” He didn’t look at her. “Please don’t let them take my leg.”
“Orville! Is that how you respond to a stat? I got here faster and I use a fucking cane.” He grasped the end of Cuddy’s gurney, not looking down at her face. “Let’s go. I’ve got a CT and x-rays set up.”
Orville stood in front of the gurney. “I’ll take her, House. You’re needed here.”
House’s hands tightened on the metal frame until his knuckles were as white as bleached bones. His eyes held on Orville’s for a long moment then he bowed his head. “Take care of her.”
“I will.”
**
House rested his head against the wall of the shower, letting the hot water beat against the top of his spine. Steam clouded the room, suffusing his body with exhaustion as the water drained away at his feet.
“House?” He didn’t answer as he reached back and rubbed his neck, rolling it in a slow circle. “House? House? Oh.”
He sighed. “Having a little trouble reading, Cameron?”
“I…er…um…I just…Cuddy’s out of surgery.” She focused her gaze on the tiled floor, fighting the urge to let it run over him. She glanced up and blushed then quickly looked at the floor again. “I thought you’d want to know.”
He paused, slowly turning the water off. Finally he sighed. “Thank you.”
“I…um, you’re welcome.” She searched his face as he turned, surprised at the lack of bite in his words. “Foreman and Chase are still downstairs. And Wilson was busy, so I came. I mean, I wasn’t trying to…”
“Thank you.” The words were sharper. “You can go now, unless you were waiting for something more? Maybe a song and dance? I’ve got the cane, but I’m afraid I’m short a top hat.”
She blushed darkly and shook her head, averting her eyes again. “I’m going to go.”
“Yeah. I thought you might.” His hand closed around the metal bar that lined the shower as he made his way slowly out toward the dressing room. He wrapped a towel around his waist then dug through his gym bag, moving in slow motion as he fished out a new set of clothes. His jaw ached from clenching his teeth as he leaned his head on the locker, closing his eyes.
“What did you do?” His voice was hoarse from the oxygen and intubation, his mind groggy from the drugs. She refused to look at him, and he grabbed her wrist and forced the words out through his clenched teeth. “What did you do, Lisa?”
“Saved your life.”
“My life,” he sneered. “This had nothing to do with my life.”
“Is that what you think?” Her voice echoed with hurt. “You think, what? That this is about the hospital? Or maybe you think this is about my standing as a doctor.”
“Wouldn’t look good to lose one of your own physicians.”
“Yeah, well, I think it doesn’t look good to lose anyone, no matter what they are or what they do.” She jerked her wrist out of his grip. “You could have been the janitor and I would have done the same thing.”
“No. If I had been the janitor, you would have cut off my damn leg.” He caught her arm again, his thumb rubbing a slow circle over her pulse. “Stacy signed the papers the second you suggested this, didn’t she?”
“Let me go, Greg.”
“Just a nice, easy revenge, wasn’t it? A ‘fuck you’ right in my face.” He pressed harder against her wrist. “Make me owe you for my life? You want me to thank you, Cuddy?”
She straightened at the sound of her last name and freed her hand again. “The only thing I want from you, House, is that you be the best damned doctor you can. As it is, now you’ll have the chance, since you’ll be alive and able to walk. Which is a hell of a lot more than what you’d be able to do if I’d listened to you.”
“You think this is a life? Stumbling around like a bum with a cane and a limp? Addicted to pain killers and booze to get through the day?”
“Who knows?” She headed for the door, her eyes hard yet wounded as the met his. “Maybe it’ll improve your disposition.”
**
Orville started to say something, but House brushed past him, moving into Cuddy’s room. Wilson was leaning against the wall, his hands behind him, his eyes locked on Cuddy’s face. “I always thought it would be Stacy we fought over.”
“Are we fighting?” Wilson asked lightly.
“Orville started blathering when I walked past him. While he knows what he’s doing, I always doubt he knows what he’s talking about. What’s going on?”
“She won’t lose the leg.” He shrugged and looked down at the ground. “She also won’t be having any children.”
“Ah.”
“Including the one she was carrying.”
“Oh.”
Wilson smirked at the brown leather of his shoes. “Any thoughts as to whose it might be?”
“You were at the top of my list.”
“You were at mine.”
House moved over to the end of the bed and picked up her chart, looking through it. After a moment, he closed the file and moved over to the chair beside her bed. “Maybe it was some random guy, right? Some booze soaked bachelor from that last conference she went to? Or maybe some booze soaked, married doctor with a hard on and a hangover?” He rubbed his forehead. “She’s going to be okay?”
“Well, I don’t know how she’s going to be when she wakes up and finds out she’s not going to have children, oh, and by the way, did you know you were pregnant? And the two doctors on your staff that you were sleeping with would be keenly interested in knowing who the father was.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t hit her with that all at once?”
“That doesn’t sound like you. Take no prisoners, remember? Guns blazing?”
“I wasn’t sleeping with her.” House managed a smirk. “So there’s one mystery solved.”
“I wasn’t either.” Wilson laughed at House’s look. “I just wanted to.”
“So did I.” House stood up, groaning under his breath as his leg rebelled. “I need a drink and a vicodin prescription, not necessarily in that order. I’ll supply the booze if you whip out your prescription pad.”
“You think I’m that easy?”
House shrugged. “I’m breaking out the good stuff.”
“I’ll give you six months of refills.”
**