[Damon] Entering the Final Stretch
Who: Damon
Where: Medical Facility: Room G
When: Day 21, morning
Invited: Claire, Dr. House, Methos, anyone who can help with a delivery
Status: Complete [Closed]
Claire was in the final stretch of what had been, according to House, a "typical labor." Claire wasn't too interested in House's definitions of typical or his lectures about to what to expect by this point in time. She'd actually banished the doctor from the room three times, only to have him leave with a laugh and a promise to return - which he always did.
Damon had been relegated to the task of feeding Claire ice chips, and using them to keep her cool between contractions. She did listen to his instructions on breathing, but that didn't stop her from demanding medication and pain killers that House and Pierson were steadfastly refusing to give her. House's admonishment that women "did this for thousands of years without pain killers" was met with the pitcher of ice chips being flung at his head.
Keeping Claire relaxed was not an easy feat. Not easy, but important because a relaxed Claire meant a relaxed baby as well, and it meant that her entire body didn't react and tense up with the contractions. She swore she was going to kill Thomas when she saw him again, and that she would never have sex for the rest of her life. Damon believed the former, doubted the latter, but at least had more sense than House than to challenge the pissed off, in the middle of a contraction, pregnant woman on her declaration of celibacy.
When Claire declared that it was too hot and started clawing at her hospital gown, modesty forgotten, Damon didn't need Dr. House's pronouncement of eight centimeters to tell them that Claire had entered into the final stretch. After several struggles, and several rounds of being hissed at and called a few names, Damon gave up on keeping Claire fully dressed and simply protected her modesty by making it known that Claire's room - and Claire - were pretty much off limits until the baby arrived. Not that too many people were clamoring to get inside anyway.
Fortunately, he had enough to do worrying about Claire and the baby to take advantage of the situation and ogle Claire at all. With her contractions coming so closely, he had to focus on being her coach and helping her through this. Awkwardness and embarrassment could come later.
House looked up from his most recent check.
"How far?" Claire growled.
"Nine," House announced, earning a relieved sigh from Damon and a frustrated groan from Claire.
"C'mon, Claire," Damon patted her face and shoulders with a cold, wet cloth. "That means you're almost there."
"Nine is not ten," Claire ground out.
"She's got a point there," House agreed.
Damon glared at the doctor. "Don't help."
Where: Medical Facility: Room G
When: Day 21, morning
Invited: Claire, Dr. House, Methos, anyone who can help with a delivery
Status: Complete [Closed]
Claire was in the final stretch of what had been, according to House, a "typical labor." Claire wasn't too interested in House's definitions of typical or his lectures about to what to expect by this point in time. She'd actually banished the doctor from the room three times, only to have him leave with a laugh and a promise to return - which he always did.
Damon had been relegated to the task of feeding Claire ice chips, and using them to keep her cool between contractions. She did listen to his instructions on breathing, but that didn't stop her from demanding medication and pain killers that House and Pierson were steadfastly refusing to give her. House's admonishment that women "did this for thousands of years without pain killers" was met with the pitcher of ice chips being flung at his head.
Keeping Claire relaxed was not an easy feat. Not easy, but important because a relaxed Claire meant a relaxed baby as well, and it meant that her entire body didn't react and tense up with the contractions. She swore she was going to kill Thomas when she saw him again, and that she would never have sex for the rest of her life. Damon believed the former, doubted the latter, but at least had more sense than House than to challenge the pissed off, in the middle of a contraction, pregnant woman on her declaration of celibacy.
When Claire declared that it was too hot and started clawing at her hospital gown, modesty forgotten, Damon didn't need Dr. House's pronouncement of eight centimeters to tell them that Claire had entered into the final stretch. After several struggles, and several rounds of being hissed at and called a few names, Damon gave up on keeping Claire fully dressed and simply protected her modesty by making it known that Claire's room - and Claire - were pretty much off limits until the baby arrived. Not that too many people were clamoring to get inside anyway.
Fortunately, he had enough to do worrying about Claire and the baby to take advantage of the situation and ogle Claire at all. With her contractions coming so closely, he had to focus on being her coach and helping her through this. Awkwardness and embarrassment could come later.
House looked up from his most recent check.
"How far?" Claire growled.
"Nine," House announced, earning a relieved sigh from Damon and a frustrated groan from Claire.
"C'mon, Claire," Damon patted her face and shoulders with a cold, wet cloth. "That means you're almost there."
"Nine is not ten," Claire ground out.
"She's got a point there," House agreed.
Damon glared at the doctor. "Don't help."