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[Dr. Jones, Dr. Jones, Wake Up Now...]

Mar 17, 2008 20:47

WHO: Daisya Berry, Yu Kanda, Gregory House
WHAT: Kanda needs surgery!
WHERE: House's house... o_O
WHEN: Middle of the night

( The other Exorcist had better be damn careful where exactly under his leg he was putting that arm. )

Ω daisya barry, Ω kanda yuu, Ω gregory house

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sh_hereisgone March 18 2008, 02:01:37 UTC

"Sorry," Daisya mumbled. "'m doin' the best I can... ah, here, this won't work." He carefully slipped Kanda off of his back, then lifted her up with one arm near her shoulders and one under her knees. "It'll hurt less. Put your arms around my neck an' it'll be fine."

When he was satisfied that he wasn't going to drop her, he headed outside and went straight for Dr. House's place. He only hoped the doctor would be around and willing to help... because he had no idea what to do for his injured friend.

He finally paused in front of the door and shifted Kanda in his arms, then reached out to knock.

sh_hereisgone March 22 2008, 05:35:46 UTC

Daisya snorted a bit and stood, picking Kanda up before she could protest. He put her carefully on the table, then stepped back and looked up at House, nodding.

"Thanks for your help again," he said quietly, and retreated to the chair he'd been in, sinking back into his thoughts.

hiheelboots March 22 2008, 05:38:21 UTC

Kanda would have said something, except, to be honest, he really didn't want to say anything. He felt rather lightheaded, but blissfully so. Like swimming. He liked to swim. He much preferred to bathe in lakes and streams than normal showers because it meant that he could swim...

Hang on, what the hell was he thinking about!?

causticguy March 22 2008, 06:34:17 UTC

House watched Daisya out of the corner of his eye, diagnosing him as much as he was the girl. Sunshine's mask of stoicism seemed held in place by a thread, and as much as he obviously wanted to retreat into his head, lick his wounds, whatever it was that would allow him to reassert his sunny demeanor, House had a distinct interest in keeping him from doing so: curiosity could be a devilish motivator ( ... )

hiheelboots March 22 2008, 06:46:15 UTC

"Mmm... fish would be good every once in a while," Kanda replied dreamily. "Fish and soba, soba and fish... tempura is the best ever. But no beansprouts. I fuckin' hate beansprouts."

causticguy March 22 2008, 07:40:20 UTC

Lovely. Just fucking lovely. Between Sunshine being apparently struck speechless by a mild sexual quip (or two) and Girlie Two-Boots sailing down the local buffet line, he'd get more answers by inviting Larry, Moe, and Curly (or that weird neighbor of his) over for tea.

He rolled his eyes and ran his hands over the girl's bared knees, feeling the contours of the swelling, then bent her legs so that her feet lay flat on the table. He then lifted her injured leg, holding her foot in one hand and, bracing his other palm against her knee, rotated her leg first to one side and then the other, listening for tell-tale clicks. The joint was silent enough--good there.

He placed her foot back on the table again, put one hand on her thigh and the other behind her calf, just below the knee, and pulled. Hmmm. Then, standing beside her, he bent her leg up at the thigh, held her ankle, rotated her knee out, and pushed it down while turning her ankle slightly in. Less than ideal, but always a possible false positive. Finally, he set both her feet ( ... )

sh_hereisgone March 22 2008, 18:49:00 UTC

"I'll keep her off of it," Daisya called back, smiling nervously. As if he could keep Kanda from doing anything, really, but... well, he'd give it his best shot.

He also had the feeling that House was suspicious of something, given the glances and such. He twirled the cane absently and looked at the floor.

hiheelboots March 22 2008, 19:35:19 UTC

"Righty-ho, doctor!" Kanda called back, and then suddenly, SUDDENLY, burst into a fit of giggling.

Mmmmm.....................fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish....

causticguy March 22 2008, 19:51:47 UTC

"Uh-huh," returned House dryly, clearly unimpressed. He wrapped the knee as he explained to Daisya (who was apparently the only one who could be trusted to remember this conversation in the morning), "All right, here's how this works: torn ligaments usually heal well with rest. The more she tries to use it, the slower her recovery will be. Keep it wrapped and immobilized. We'll pack some ice around it for tonight. Yeah, there's an MCL tear, but she's probably also got a ruptured ACL," he traced the line where each ligament ran so that Daisya could see. "It's a fairly common injury, especially for women and athletes. We'll know more when the inflammation goes down.

"And, only because she mentioned it-we do not want to do reconstructive surgery here. Not unless we have no choice. I'd have to take a graft out of her thigh, drill into the bone to repair the damaged ligament, and even with all the toys in that charming old sanitarium that you and Schuldig played Zap the Exorcist in," he gave Daisya a baleful glare, "the facilities here ( ... )

sh_hereisgone March 22 2008, 19:54:12 UTC

"Oh shit, he told you about that?" Daisya laughed nervously. "Heh, it was kind of an accident!"

He lifted Kanda into his arms and sighed, then took her into the living room and knelt next to the couch so he could put her down. He paused a moment, then took off his coat and spread it over her as a blanket.

"Thanks again," he said, standing. "I'll come back for her in the morning."

causticguy March 22 2008, 20:21:10 UTC

It was kind of you being an idiot. But he didn't say it because he was more interested in watching Daisya's body language around the girl in his arms: his "girlfriend" quip had apparently only managed to achieve five varieties of dumbstruck-Daisy, which was significant in itself, but still left a lot of questions unanswered.

Following his patient and her human gurney into the living room with ice packs in hand, House watched the care with which Daisya laid her down and covered her. Silent confirmation: more than just friends. Or at least, that was how he felt about it. Not a huge surprise. But if Sunshine really thought he was getting out of here that easily, then he was definitely in for a surprise of his own.

"Yeah, yeah," House said impatiently, as he packed the ice in place around her knee, "spare me the martyr routine. Kitchen. Go. And take off your shirt."

sh_hereisgone March 22 2008, 20:30:10 UTC

"Do what now?!"

When House just stared at him, Daisya sighed and walked into the kitchen. He carefully took his shirt off, wincing a bit as it stuck to the wound in his back. Though small, Daisya was in exceedingly good shape - as well-muscled as his frame would allow, slim and athletic. He sighed a bit and rolled his left shoulder, then peered at House curiously.

"You noticed... but how? My coat's black." He frowned slightly. This fell neatly into the category of things he did not want to talk about, but with House, he wasn't so sure he'd have a choice.

causticguy March 22 2008, 21:13:05 UTC

"The fabric stuck where it was wet," said House simply, his impatience apparently gone at least for the moment. In part that was simply because he was choosing to do this exam rather than having it dropped rather desperately into his lap, but it was at least as much because it was Daisya. And yeah he still wanted answers, still intended to figure things out, but he also simply didn't like seeing people who he knew hurt. It was part of why he was so resistant to making an actual human connection with anyone: he might actually have to give a damn if they up and got them selves electrocuted or stabbed or something ( ... )

sh_hereisgone March 22 2008, 21:19:07 UTC

Daisya hissed and gripped the back of the chair as the antiseptic came into contact with the wound. It hurt, and he still didn't want to talk about it, but it seemed like that was going to be out of the question.

"The guy who killed me is here," he finally said quietly, staring straight ahead and trying to ignore the cool liquid on his back. "We met up on the docks... and that's how Lenalee got hurt." He paused, then looked at the floor. "His power is ignorin' things around him... reachin' through 'em as though they're not there, touchin' what he wants to. He grabbed hold of my heart."

Spoken that way, it was almost like it had happened to someone else, and it was easier to tell because of that. He hated remembering. "Cross an' the others startled him, I guess, he lost control of his powers... an' he ripped through me when he pulled his hand out. Didn't get it out fast enough."

That had hurt like a bitch, but it was more knowing that the Noah had held his heart. Again. At least this time it hadn't ended as poorly as it had the ( ... )

causticguy March 23 2008, 00:32:33 UTC

A week ago, House thought, he would never have even entertained the idea of taking this answer seriously. People couldn't just choose to "ignore" matter and expect the material world to bend itself around space and time to accommodate them. Reaching into someone's chest and pulling out their still-beating heart was…just a hackneyed and really overdramatic figure of speech. And people didn't die and then turn up alive again in weird anachronistic island cities, either. They also didn't live for a hundred years without aging, heal all their wounds before you could count to thirty, read your thoughts, or selectively disregard gravity. Except that here, they kind of did ( ... )

sh_hereisgone March 23 2008, 00:48:09 UTC

For his part, Daisya hardly flinched when House began stitching the wound. He sat quietly for a moment, figuring it was going to take a while anyway, and thought of the right words to say. He'd not spoken of that night to anyone - at least not beyond the "I think he killed me" part. In fact, the last thing he remembered was ( ... )

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