Re-entry, following the end of S2

[ineedavicodin]

"Which one of you is Dr House?"

"Which one of you is Dr House?"

"Which one of you is Dr House?"Dr House would be the one laying on the floor, in twin pools of his own blood

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[wilsons_musings]

There goes Wilson's evening.

Which means there is a Wilson rushing towards House with two towels, wondering what good they'll do. Greg has been shot in two places, and Wilson only has two hands and can only apply so much pressure against the wounds with those hands. But he'll do the best he can with two hands until he gets some help.

[ ooc: want me to call for a healer/another doctor in the back room? ]

[ineedavicodin]

Blue eyes fluttered, and he looked up at Wilson, the comfort of familiarity allowing him to relax, just slightly. At least until the jabs of pain made him moan.

[OOC: Sure! Sorry, I posted and ran. But, back now]

[wilsons_musings]

Wilson kneels next to House, applying pressure on both of the wounds with the towels. He calls out to the bar at large, "Hey! We need a healer here!"

And hopes one shows up in time.

[ineedavicodin]

Both wounds were on his right side. He raised his left hand to touch James' cheek, and because he was weakened, his hand fluttered and fell against James' shoulder, fingers twitching against his neck.

"I need my pills."