Fox had spent the time in Rob's car, finding a quiet place to park it away from the medical centre, and away from the resort, and as hard as it was to fathom - just away from everyone. There were quiet places when you knew where to look. She'd had a bag with a burger and fries in it that she'd worked on slowly, not even noticing when it had gone ( Read more... )

The heat was neverending. It felt like it melted deeply into every pour of your skin and there was never any capacity to escape it. It even went beyond a burn. It just became another heavy burden to carry around like the essential pack with elements vital to stay alive. Rob rested his head back against the sandbagged wall erected behind him, ( Read more... )

[About two hours after THIS]Rob really felt like hitting something - or someone - when he woke up again a couple of hours later. He couldn’t take any more of this. He wanted it over, either way. His breathing was shallow and laboured as he opened his eyes just a little to take in his surroundings. He had no recollection of the last couple of hours ( Read more... )

[Set about lunch time]Rob felt like he could hardly keep his eyes open. It was becoming more and more difficult to hold his head up, too. That wasn’t helping the uncomfortable restless feeling crawling all over him that he didn’t even have the luxury of tossing and turning to cater to it. He tried to shift in the bed, but it just sent bolts of pain ( Read more... )

There had to be a way he could convince Rob he was being an idiot and retract the prevention of extension of life he signed without having to deal with Cameron and Chase. Cameron, because she'd take a blender to the Ethical Guidelines manual, put House in a coma, and feed it intravenously to him if she could, and Chase because, well, it was Chase's ( Read more... )

Wilson approached Rob's bedside with a small smile. Up to this point, he hadn't actually had a one-on-one conversation with the ailing soldier. All the oncology tests Wilson had performed under House or Chase's direction had been when Rob was unconscious, and further sedated so he didn't wake during them. Wilson didn't feel any less like he knew ( Read more... )

Rob's neck was so stiff and his head so painful by now that movement was nearly a luxury. When he wasn't suffering seizures or passed out cold after them, for some reason, he was wide awake and starkly aware of everything around him. He was aware he was sick, he was aware how white the walls were, he was aware of the catheter, he was aware that the ( Read more... )

Rob had turned onto his side as much as he could manage with all the things streaming into him and in the awkward position the bed was. He gripped hold of the edge of the mattress and tried to stifle a moan of pain. He really wanted to just curl up in a ball, his joints were aching so much, but the upright position he was forced to remain in was ( Read more... )

Peter lay in his hospital bed, his head turned away from his roommate as he tried to remember why he was a nurse. It certainly wasn't because he enjoyed being a patient. In fairness though, how did anyone enjoy being a patient? Peter was better at attending to patients, not being one. He always hated being sick, or injured ( Read more... )

Oh fuck. He was awake again. He knew he was, because the feeling like he had been hit by a bus was back. The beeping too. Maybe slightly faster than he remembered it from last time. He had to blink a few times before he could get his eyes to stay open and with that became an awareness he had a tube up his nose. His hands and arms felt sore and ( Read more... )