Despite the fact that she hadn't been explicitly told to panic, Brittany was panicking, just a little. James normally only called if Greg couldn't or wouldn't call himself. And the look on Wilson's face wasn't encouraging either. Adding this to Greg's recent apparent crisis of faith or whatever was happening to him, and she was becoming concerned for his health.
Kyle protectively slipped his arm around her shoulders as they started down the hall. He'd insisted on taking the lead, like he'd insisted on driving, because he didn't want to get her worked up. So he just said simply, "What did he do now?"
Wilson sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Well you know...well you don't know. Let me start from the beginning. You know Greg went to Michigan State. He only went there, because he was expelled from John Hopkins for cheating. The guy who ratted him out, does clinical trials. House wanted to prove him wrong, that his drug doesn't work. It's supposed to prevent migranes."
He started walking with them, slowly, through the halls. "He used himself as a guinea pig. Gave himself the trial drug, then induced a migrane. A bad one. He's been in pain for the past two days, that's why he didn't come home to you last night, he was passed out in his office," He ignored the look of shock on her face and paused in his steps. Best to get things out in steps.
This was followed by Kyle, eyes narrowed and perhaps the angriest he'd ever been, saying, "Is he insane? He has a wife and a child on the way, the stupid son of a bitch. What the hell is wrong with him?"
Brittany just stood there, running a hand through her hair. "He needs help. Between this and what's been going on with him...he's scaring me and I don't know how to get through to him anymore."
"Oh, I'll get through to him." Kyle's voice was tight. "Give me one good shot at him and I'll get through."
Brittany just looked crushed. "I, um..." she started. "I was on Xanex. For stress. I'm gonna need someone to write me an alternative. I don't want to harm the baby, but I need the pills," she said quietly, defeated.
Wilson nodded. "I'll find you something you can take that won't harm the fetus." He said quietly, looking at Kyle, then back at Brittany.
He sighed. "That's not the whole of it. He needed something to get rid of the pain, because the nitro was still in his system. It wasn't fading fast enough. He..."
He ran a hand through his hair. "He's currently tripping out on acid. I already confronted him on it, but he's...he's pretty out of it. He's 'seeing music' and the whole nine yards."
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Kyle protectively slipped his arm around her shoulders as they started down the hall. He'd insisted on taking the lead, like he'd insisted on driving, because he didn't want to get her worked up. So he just said simply, "What did he do now?"
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He started walking with them, slowly, through the halls. "He used himself as a guinea pig. Gave himself the trial drug, then induced a migrane. A bad one. He's been in pain for the past two days, that's why he didn't come home to you last night, he was passed out in his office," He ignored the look of shock on her face and paused in his steps. Best to get things out in steps.
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This was followed by Kyle, eyes narrowed and perhaps the angriest he'd ever been, saying, "Is he insane? He has a wife and a child on the way, the stupid son of a bitch. What the hell is wrong with him?"
Brittany just stood there, running a hand through her hair. "He needs help. Between this and what's been going on with him...he's scaring me and I don't know how to get through to him anymore."
"Oh, I'll get through to him." Kyle's voice was tight. "Give me one good shot at him and I'll get through."
Brittany just looked crushed. "I, um..." she started. "I was on Xanex. For stress. I'm gonna need someone to write me an alternative. I don't want to harm the baby, but I need the pills," she said quietly, defeated.
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He sighed. "That's not the whole of it. He needed something to get rid of the pain, because the nitro was still in his system. It wasn't fading fast enough. He..."
He ran a hand through his hair. "He's currently tripping out on acid. I already confronted him on it, but he's...he's pretty out of it. He's 'seeing music' and the whole nine yards."
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