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Cats' Corners: the little HOUSE in the woods....
Where House is NEVER safe...
The More Things Change... Chapter SIXTEEN 
23rd-May-2007 09:58 am
DubiousWilson
Summary:  Wilson is given an unexpected opportunity to prove his friendship to House.  This story is my own attempt to make sense of the unsettling disruption of the House-Wilson dynamic in Season 3, so mention is made of many of the S3 plotlines and character development.  House-Wilson-Cuddy angst, hurt/comfort, introspection--my usual gig.  ;)  x-posted
Rating:  PG

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen

CHAPTER SIXTEEN:  INTERPRETATIONS ON AN OVERSIGHT

 

Chase enters the Diagnostics office and stops short; Foreman and Cameron are here, and they’re looking at him expectantly.

 

“What are you two doing here?”  He’d come to the office seeking solitude, and now he’s going to have to deal with their attitudes about his oversight.

 

“You really thought we’d sit at home after you called us about House?” Cameron asks.

 

“No.  I… uh… actually, I guess I’m glad you’re here.”

 

“He’s worse?  What’s going on?”  Cameron rises from her chair, evidently ready to head for House’s room.

 

“His condition’s deteriorating; we’re transferring him to the unit, but he’s okay for now.  There… was a problem, though….”

 

Neither Foreman nor Cameron speaks; they simply look at Chase, waiting for him to go on.  He sighs and sits down.  “He wasn’t on pain medication for almost nineteen hours.  Started to go into withdrawal, and no one knew.  Dr. Wilson finally realized, and… he’s pretty upset.”  Chase falls silent.

 

“How’d that happen?” Foreman asks him.

 

“I’m not sure.  He was acutely ill when he came in last night; the main concern was getting him dialyzed, and I guess Cuddy’s focus was the renal failure.  Didn’t occur to her to order anything to replace the Vicodin.  And when she called me in today, I went over his chart and we discussed the meds, but….”  Chase stops speaking, doesn’t seem inclined to go on.

 

“You didn’t think about it either,” Foreman concludes.  “And Wilson was more concerned with House, the friend than House, the patient, so it took withdrawal to make anyone take notice.”  Foreman chuckles softly.

 

Chase is incredulous.  “He’s gonna rip into me for this, make my life miserable!  What are you laughing about?”

 

“House’ll be pleased; the old bastard’s gonna take it as a compliment.”  As Chase and Cameron stare at him in confusion, Foreman continues, “His twisted psychology worked!  He’s spent all these years harping on his damned leg for a reason; he figured eventually we’d tune ‘im out, get on with our jobs, just see him as number one on the Worst Boss In the World hit parade, instead of some pathetic cripple in need of coddling.  And it worked!  Well… mostly worked,” Foreman says, glancing sidelong at Cameron, who glares back at him.

 

“So he’s not gonna kill me?” Chase asks hopefully.

 

“Oh, yeah!” Foreman grins.  “You’re still gonna catch holy hell for it.  But you can take comfort in knowing that deep inside, he’s thanking you for forgetting.  Real deep inside.”  Foreman laughs at the look of dismay that’s replaced the hope on Chase’s face.

 

“Well, I don’t see anything funny about this.”  Cameron is indignant.  “Whatever else you think of him, House is a human being who was made to suffer unnecessarily.  And Chase should feel awful.  As doctors, we’re charged with the responsibilities of causing no harm, and alleviating pain.  Chase failed at both!”

 

Now Chase is annoyed.  “Thank you, Dr. Cameron, for that Cliff Notes version of the Hippocratic Oath!  And you’re causing pain right now; didn’t you think I felt bad enough before your little sermon?  Just thought you’d twist the knife in a bit deeper?  Wonder what Hippocrates would think of that!”  Chase and Cameron try to stare each other down across the table.

 

“Okay, you two, enough.  Chase, c’mon, tell us what’s going on with House.  Why the unit?  Got the labs?”

 

“Chart’s with Cuddy; she’s overseeing the transfer.  He’s tachypneic and his sats are dropping.  Renal function’s about the same; he’s putting out about 20cc an hour.  BUN and creatinine were through the roof when he was admitted; been a slight decrease since.  Got some immune assays pending; turns out he’s been on prednisone for a couple of months, problem with his shoulder.  But we already know the basics there; white count’s depressed, immune system’s definitely been compromised by the pred.  He’s also tachycardic—but he’s febrile, running 102, 103, so I’m not concerned with that yet.”

 

Foreman hasn’t heard anything that would warrant ICU, so he repeats the question.  “So why the unit?”

 

“Mostly for Wilson.  As soon as House’s respiratory rate started climbing, and his oxygen saturation dropped a couple points, Wilson wanted him on a vent.  So I told him we’d put him on O2, and monitor his status in ICU.  Wilson’s taking this hard, and now, with the pain med mix-up….  Let’s just say it’s for Wilson’s peace of mind.”

 

Both Foreman and Cameron nod their understanding.  “And the MRSA?” Cameron asks.

 

“Because of the kidney failure, we’ve had to withhold the vancomycin.  He’s covered; it’s still in therapeutic range.  They pulled new blood cultures on him last night when he came in with the fever; no results yet on those.  Bottom line is, we’re in a holding pattern.  Not bad, not good.  He’s pretty sick, but right now there’s not a hell of a lot we can do for him.”

 

“I know one thing we can do for him,” Cameron says.  “We need to go see him.  He needs to know that all his friends are there for him, supporting him.”

 

Foreman and Chase roll their eyes at each other, and Foreman whispers, “You wanna get back in Wilson’s good graces?  Keep her outta there!”

 

Chase shakes his head at Cameron.  “Wilson’s superglued himself to House’s side, so ‘all his friends’ is already there.  And you’d do well to stay out, at least for a while.  Cuddy’s with him too—and I have a feeling Wilson isn’t done yelling about the oversight yet.”

 

“You’re a coward, then, letting Cuddy take the heat,” Cameron says.  “And it’s not the oversight; it’s your oversight.  You should be right there with Cuddy.”

 

“Oh, no!” Chase shakes his head vigorously.  “You know how Wilson is about House’s health; he’s appointed himself personal guard dog.  Makes all the big decisions, even controls the meds.  And House lets him get away with it.  And currently, House’s guard dog is feeling guilty for falling asleep on the job, letting his friend suffer.  He’s gotta pin the blame on someone to make himself feel better.  Why should it be me when Dr. Cuddy’s already right there in firing range?”

 

“Coward,” Cameron mutters again.

 

“Yeah,” Chase tells her, unperturbed.  “But at least I’m a coward who’ll live to tell about it.  Can’t say the same for Cuddy, once Wilson gets done with—”  He’s interrupted by the sound of his pager, and reaches into his pocket for it.

 

When he looks up at his colleagues, his eyes are wide.  “It’s House; let’s go!”

Chapter Seventeen

 

Thoughts 
23rd-May-2007 04:41 pm (UTC)
You better have not just coded House! If his heart just failed I'm going to hunt you down and it isn't going to be pretty. Okay now that the death threats are through, I wanted to say great chapter. You kept Chase in character very well. I agree with Foreman, keep Cameron as far away from House as possible. (Would a restraining order work in this case? It could be helpful.) So Cuddy's getting reamed by Wilson. That has to be nice. Well keep up the good writing and write more asap or you know what will happen! ;<>
23rd-May-2007 04:59 pm (UTC)
i feel so loved! ;) i'd like to just briefly point out that it's... a bit difficult... to write whilst one is cowering under one's bed!! ;)

do you think we could possibly get a restraining order for cam that's all-inclusive? :)

cuddy and chase are both in for it from wilson. he's willing to stand up for house, and for (what he perceives as) house's needs, in a way that he'd never do for himself, i think.
23rd-May-2007 07:47 pm (UTC)
Relax, I'm in England and I'm a college student. I don't have the money or the funds to track you down. (now once I get home to the states...);<) As sad as it is, I'm all bark, no bit. Still, judging from your reply you coded him. Can the man ever be sick without coding? Or is he just prone to this.

I think we could manage to get an all-inclusive restraining order. Maybe we should suggest this idea to the show's writers for future story lines. Granted it wouldn't make the Hamerons happy, but honestly who cares? (I'm sorry a head of time for offending any Hamerons that also support H/W) But in case that plan doesn't work out, I'm sure you could work it into your story line. You know, Cameron enters the room when House and Wilson are sharing one of their snarky moments and Wilson applies for a restraining order against the antagonistic Cameron.

Of course Wilson will never stand up for himself! The man has only done it once with House (which I still think House applauded in Finding Judas and Merry Little Christians, but that's my opinion.)But I love him even if he doesn't have a backbone.

By the way when you get done writing this story you should read Ruby_Tooks' story Drawing Down the Moon. It has brilliant characterization of House and Wilson. But I know you don't read any other fics until your writing is done, so don't yell at me. *cowers* I'm just suggesting something for after you are done writing this and sequels if that is how you do it. *bows to you and runs*

23rd-May-2007 08:02 pm (UTC)
you are inferring that he's coded; maybe he's died, and it's all moot? maybe wilson just wants to yell some more? maybe, as fatalisticrebel suggests, further down the page, wilson simply... uh... needs a hug? maybe the author is a bit punchy from two hours' sleep last night, and you may disregard everything she's just typed? ;)

and on that restraining order for cam--yes, let's; count me in.

i'll definitely add that fic to my reading list; thanks!
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23rd-May-2007 09:19 pm (UTC)
she should be forbidden any contact whatsoever with any sentient being--it would be a kindness.... ;)
23rd-May-2007 09:52 pm (UTC)
2 hours huh? I guess I can disregard what you wrote... Or not. See I win either way. If he's dead, I'll bug you until I get ghost House. If Wilson needs a hug, I just pout and say he needs a bloody spine. If he wants to scream some more, I'll say lets go for it. (Especially if he does so to Cameron!)

I'm glad you're in on the restraining order. I see I have a co-conspirator in misanthropicobs. I'll testify too! Maybe we should start a petition. Although if you could write that in, that would be excellent.

You are welcome for the recommendation. I'm warning you ahead of time it is AU (werewolves) but its good. Hope to see more stuff soon! Can I count on you for tomorrow?! *ducks under her bed*
23rd-May-2007 10:14 pm (UTC)
Can I count on you for tomorrow?! *ducks under her bed*

now there's my favorite kind of question--one i can resoundingly answer, in the affirmative! (that'd be a yes) ;)
23rd-May-2007 11:03 pm (UTC)
Hey I'm a college student, not stupid! ;<p Okay, I play stupid, but that's just so people are caught unaware when I say something profound and not sophomoric!