"I Screwed Up A Diagnosis"

[rslworks]

Title: ‘I Screwed Up A Diagnosis’
Author: rslworks
Prompt: #16 When Wilson misdiagnosed a man who had cancer in the Episode “Games” 4-09, and the patient was upset because he was going to live - what if the man reacted more violently than he did, and House wasn’t in the room until Wilson already got hurt?
Pairing: none
Category: hurt/comfort

Comments

[resm]

This held my suspense the whole way through!! (I've been reading your stuff all day lol, when I've supposedly been babysitting my toddler nephew. Awk sure, he's a House, M.D. fan too lol).

So many lines got to me in this, these in particular:

Wilson struggled to understand the drama. “But, how can --”

McKenna pounded the desk, making Wilson jump despite himself

And I thought you conveyed perfectly Wilson's "real confusion" with the whole shoe laces segment and when House found him because I felt that Wilson's confusion over the whole situation (even, still, over the patient's motives) blended with House's uncertainty over how to deal with/react to him:

Wilson leaned back into House once he realized he was behind him, whether for comfort or warmth, House wasn’t sure. He closed his eyes and willed the ER to move faster, feeling Wilson begin to shiver from progressing shock. Using his free hand, he briskly rubbed Wilson’s side from shoulder to hip, rousing him at the same time.

“Mmmm, I’m cold,” Wilson noted, almost curiously.

“Yeah, Jimmy, lean back. Help’s on the way.” He whispered, trying to keep the fear out of his voice. He tried not to imagine losing his friend over something this senseless and stupid

I thought this was also powerful and said SO much for their friendship and what they mean to each other:

It finally dawned on Chase that he was watching House fight to control his emotions. His eyes were closed, and his Adam’s apple was working up and down furiously. He was accustomed to dealing with the emotional reactions of family when he came to them directly after surgery; everything from grief and devastation to immense relief and hysteria.

and this...

Wilson lay quiet, looking defeated. This House could not tolerate, and he reached out and combed his hand through Wilson’s tousled hair, fluffing his pillow awkwardly when he was done.

Wilson spoke first.

“I’m sorry for scaring you.”

House grunted. “You won’t change though.”

“Not if it means I stop caring.”

“Precisely,” House grumbled with feigned irritation.

Truly, truly loved this. It has stayed with me since I read it earlier on today.

[rslworks]

Wow...you have made my day, taking time to read all my stuff. You're commenting on another favourite. I appreciate your praise, especially as I love the way you treat Wilson and House and what they mean to each other.

Thanks for this! :))
Laurie