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Fanfic | House
Playing Doctor
by Julie Barrett
“Breathe in and out. Slowly.”
“I know the routine – damn!” Gregory House jumped, a move that sent a startled Dr.
Wilson reeling in the direction of the exam room wall. “Don’t you warm your stethoscope?”
“Only for the ladies. I hear you keep yours in the refrigerator in the lab.” James
Wilson placed the apparatus back on the other man’s chest. “Come on, breathe.”
The diagnostician sighed with exasperation. “And we have to do this why?”
Wilson stood, letting the stethoscope
fall away. “Because it’s policy. You know
that just as well as I do.”
“Come on,” House whined. “You can just put down the same stats as last year. Or
have Cuddy examine me. At least there’s something interesting to see when she leans
in with the stethoscope."
“Already sent out the lab work.” Now Wilson positioned the stethoscope on House’s
back. The man could be such a baby sometimes. “Cough.” The patient let out a pathetic
wheeze. “Look: The sooner we this over with, the sooner you can watch General Hospital.”
“Do you think I’m that shallow?”
“Cough, or I’ll get out the rubber glove and the K-Y Jelly.”
“Why, Jimmy! I didn’t know you cared.”
The oncologist swapped out the stethoscope for a small hammer. “Okay, reflexes.”
“You know, doc, I’ve got this problem with my right leg…” Wilson whacked House’s
right knee with the small end of the hammer - hard. “I didn’t think you could move
that fast,” House remarked as the other man jumped to narrowly avoid the bare foot aimed squarely between his legs.
“I think your reflexes are fine,” Wilson responded as he snapped a pair of latex
gloves onto his hands.
House visibly squirmed on the table. Wilson looked away and smiled. He was enjoying
this. “You know the protocol for prostate exams, or do I need to remind you, oh,
great Oncologist, that I’m still this side of 50?”
“This is for your flu shot.”
“Oh, all right.” The diagnostician braced his arm and looked out the window.
“I didn’t know you were squeamish about needles.”
“I’m not. I’m just bracing for you to
talk about your inadequacies. You know, ‘this
is just going
to be a little…’”
“Thank God,” Wilson exclaimed as someone knocked at the door. “Come
in.”
“Lab work on Dr. House. Thought I’d better bring it myself.” The brown-haired nurse
gave Dr. Wilson a significant look.
“Stick around, Brenda,” House offered as he made a nod in the direction of the other
man. “He was just telling me about his little…”
“Trust me, boys, size doesn’t matter.” Both men stared after the nurse as she left
the room.
“Boy, she’s got a mouth on her,” House quipped as Wilson sat down to read the results.
“I wonder if…”
“House.” Wilson looked up from the paperwork and took a deep breath. “I don’t know
how to tell you this.”
“Oh, come on. You can tell me: I’m a doctor.”
“Well, I’m afraid the news is a little …”
“Yes?”
“Strange.”
“Strange? What does that mean? Is that some new medical term?”
It’s amazing what all can race through the mind in the space of a few short seconds:
AIDS. I had that glove tear a few months back
… no, there was no fluid. Besides, this is a bit soon to be
getting HIV blood work
back.
Cancer. Some marker in the blood. No, the results are back too quickly. White count
through the roof?
I put some pee in a cup. Damn, were they testing for drugs?
Wilson swallowed, and House could hear it from his position on the edge of the exam
table. The air conditioning kicked in, literally sending a shiver down his spine
courtesy of the hospital gown which barely covered his manhood, much less any other
part of his body. He briefly wondered if he hadn’t been given a children’s gown,
but realized that it was loose in the shoulders. Just like a hospital to maximize
the embarrassment factor.
“I really don’t know how to tell you this.” Wilson fidgeted in the chair, rolling it back and forth in a small spot on the floor.
The great Jimmy Wilson. He can deliver bad news so smoothly that they thank him
for the privilege of receiving it. But telling a friend is different. “Just say it, damn it.”
“Okay. You’re … you’re pregnant.” Wilson looked down at the lab results as if to
make sure he hadn’t read them wrong for yet a fourth time. “Is there something you
want to tell me?”
“Lab switched the results. Happens all the time.”
“Hey, you wrote your name on the cup.” He glanced back at the paperwork. “Well,
the tech noted that you wrote ‘Charlotte Palmer’ on the cup, but she knew it came from you. The hairy hand was a dead giveaway. So was pushing the door on her side
open with your cane.”
House coughed (Wilson wished he’d have had his stethoscope at the ready) and then
clasped his arms around his torso. “Would someone
turn that damned air conditioner
off?”
“It’s on a thermostat. You know that.”
“Let me see that.” House slid off the table, reached across and swiped the folder
from Wilson before the other could react. For a man with a bum leg, he sure could
move fast sometimes.
“Hey!”
“Let’s see,” he growled, studying the folder. “Gregory House. Male. At least they
got that right. Hmm . . .” He flipped through the pages in the file, clearly not
finding what he was looking for. “Where is it,” he asked with a fury normally reserved
for first-year med students.
“Here,” Wilson said, waving a pregnancy test stick in the air. “It belongs to Shelly.”
“The lab tech?”
“Yeah, she thought ‘Charlotte Palmer’ might be amused.”
House grabbed the stick and held it up to the light, noting that it indeed showed
a positive result. “When’s she due?”
“May.”
“I’ll tell my secretary to get her a gift.” Both men knew perfectly well that the
closest House had to a secretary was Allison Cameron. She’d probably get wind of
the happy event – if she hadn’t already – and send a gift. No intervention needed.
“Right.” Wilson grabbed the folder from House. “Next time, try a little cooperation.
You might be pleasantly surprised to find how quickly this goes.” Wilson put his
hand out for the door handle. “Get dressed. It’s freezing in here.”
Thanks to Hssarth for the beta. Also props to the folks at
GAFF for the plot bunny.
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