Panic Attack
My new fic. You can see the first chapter at either FanFiction.net, odd50out or housefemslash . Here's chapter 2 because I'm too lazy to keep pasting it in 2 different communities.
Title: Panic Attack (2/?)
Fandom: House, MD
Pairing: Thirteen/Cameron
Word Count: 332
Rating: M for what’s going to happen in future =]
Prompt: #31: Freak-out of the first degree
Warning: Eventual femslash. Anddd…if you haven’t seen Wilson’s Heart, go away and come back after you have.
“Her heart rate just went up. I think she might be coming to.” Anxious, hopeful.
“Or maybe it’s just the millionth false alarm in two days. She’ll wake up when she wakes up.” Stifled impatience.
Two days? She’s been lying wherever she is right now for forty-eight entire hours? She backtracks through the conversation and recognizes the voices and mannerisms as Cameron’s and Wilson’s. Although the temptation to just sleep is almost overwhelming, she opens her eyes with some struggle and tries to croak out a few words. As she becomes more alert, she finds a tube down her throat. Her eyes widen.
“I told you so, Wilson.” A slightly cocky smile before she turns around hurriedly and leans close. “Remy? Remy, it’s okay. You’re at the hospital.” She smells nice.
Thirteen rolls her eyes, both at Cameron’s insistence at using her name and her assumption that she doesn’t know where she is.
“Okay, sorry.” Cameron takes out a small whiteboard and a thin dry-erase marker, hands them to Remy, whose hands have finally stopped shaking, and asks, “Do you remember the last thing that happened to you? Why were you out at the other end of the parking lot?”
Didn’t know where I was going. Found out…she paused before she continued…something I didn’t want to know. Just blacked out, why the tube?
Taking the board, Cameron replied, “You didn’t just black out. After you did, a car was driving into the parking lot and didn’t see you on the ground. You’re lucky it was going so slowly. A few of your ribs got crushed and your lung looked like it was going to collapse for a while, so we’re keeping you ventilated to be safe.”
Thirteen motioned for the board, then wrote, Who was the driver? She had her suspicions as to why Wilson was in the room. She looked at him. He glanced away, then down, then back at her. “Yeah, it was me,” he said, closing his eyes momentarily.
So? What did you think? Comment, plzthx =]]
Title: Panic Attack (2/?)
Fandom: House, MD
Pairing: Thirteen/Cameron
Word Count: 332
Rating: M for what’s going to happen in future =]
Prompt: #31: Freak-out of the first degree
Warning: Eventual femslash. Anddd…if you haven’t seen Wilson’s Heart, go away and come back after you have.
“Her heart rate just went up. I think she might be coming to.” Anxious, hopeful.
“Or maybe it’s just the millionth false alarm in two days. She’ll wake up when she wakes up.” Stifled impatience.
Two days? She’s been lying wherever she is right now for forty-eight entire hours? She backtracks through the conversation and recognizes the voices and mannerisms as Cameron’s and Wilson’s. Although the temptation to just sleep is almost overwhelming, she opens her eyes with some struggle and tries to croak out a few words. As she becomes more alert, she finds a tube down her throat. Her eyes widen.
“I told you so, Wilson.” A slightly cocky smile before she turns around hurriedly and leans close. “Remy? Remy, it’s okay. You’re at the hospital.” She smells nice.
Thirteen rolls her eyes, both at Cameron’s insistence at using her name and her assumption that she doesn’t know where she is.
“Okay, sorry.” Cameron takes out a small whiteboard and a thin dry-erase marker, hands them to Remy, whose hands have finally stopped shaking, and asks, “Do you remember the last thing that happened to you? Why were you out at the other end of the parking lot?”
Didn’t know where I was going. Found out…she paused before she continued…something I didn’t want to know. Just blacked out, why the tube?
Taking the board, Cameron replied, “You didn’t just black out. After you did, a car was driving into the parking lot and didn’t see you on the ground. You’re lucky it was going so slowly. A few of your ribs got crushed and your lung looked like it was going to collapse for a while, so we’re keeping you ventilated to be safe.”
Thirteen motioned for the board, then wrote, Who was the driver? She had her suspicions as to why Wilson was in the room. She looked at him. He glanced away, then down, then back at her. “Yeah, it was me,” he said, closing his eyes momentarily.
So? What did you think? Comment, plzthx =]]