Fic : Thirty Days of Solitary 16/30
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menolly_auTitle: Thirty Days of Solitary 16/30
Characters: House with small bits of various others
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: For everything up to and including Twenty Vicodins
Summary: House was sentenced to thirty days of solitary confinement for his actions in Twenty Vicodins. This is the story of his time in solitary, and what was happening back at PPTH while he was there. Story will mainly focus on House, but there are segments featuring the rest of the cast. Starts just before the end of Twenty Vicodins.
A/N : Many, many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
damigella_314. Without her constant help and encouragement this story would be called 'Five Days of Solitary'.
Click for previous part
Day 16 Saturday 22nd October 2011
Today, he decides, he will make some progress on his diagnostics text book. Even if he's not doing the medicine any more royalties from a textbook would come in handy and it will help keep his mind sharp.
.
He gets up out of bed as soon as the lights come up, doing some exercises for his leg to ease the morning stiffness. Breakfast hasn't arrived yet, and nor have his meds.
He strips off his t-shirt and shorts and limps, naked, to the toilet and stands in front of it to pee. One good thing about being in solitary is that he gets a toilet to himself again; waking up to Asofa shitting at the end of his bunk was an experience he never quite got used to.
His business done he turns to the sink in the corner and turns on the water. There's only cold water, and no plug for the sink so it's difficult to wash well but he grabs the cheap bar of soap and lathers it up as best he can, soaping around his genitals and ass. With the thin washcloth provided he rinses off quickly, the cold water making him shiver. He repeats the process on his chest and arms and then finishes by splashing water on his face.
There's a piece of shiny aluminium stuck to the wall in lieu of a mirror and he glances at it, looking at the tired eyes reflected there. His stubble is back and his hair is longer than he's ever worn it. He looks worn out, every one of his years of pain showing on his face. He turns away from his reflection.
Feeling a little fresher he puts on a clean tee and shorts. For good measure he tidies his cramped quarters up, not that there is much to tidy. As a final touch he makes the bed, pulling up the sheet and blanket over the hard mattress. He surveys his work after this effort and smiles sardonically.
John House had always conducted morning inspection on Greg's bedroom when he was at home. If he found anything wrong Greg would get a lecture and extra chores when he came home from school. House had taken great joy for the first few years after leaving home in making sure his rooms were as messy as possible. It was only after the infarction that he began to keep things tidy, stuff on the floor made a great tripping hazard, and if he knew where everything was he expended less energy in searching for it.
He wonders if there is a 'correct' way to smarten up a cell in solitary, and if so whether his Dad would think this one passed inspection.
Breakfast and meds arrived shortly thereafter. Breakfast is the usual dubious looking scrambled eggs, burnt cold toast, and a couple of rashers of some stringy bacon. House isn't generally a 'healthy food' type of guy but even he is beginning to wish for some fresh fruit. He eats the food anyway, with the usual plastic spork, because sending it back to the kitchen isn't really an option, and there's nothing else to eat. When he gets out of solitary he'll be able to start buying some food from the canteen again, he isn't allowed to in here.
Breakfast done, and Vicodin holding back the worst of the pain, he settles down to write in his notepad.
He expands on his 'everybody lies' philosophy, stressing the importance of thorough patient histories, of not depending on the testimony of the patient and his family, of investigating the patient's residence without their knowledge. He smiles to himself as he thinks of future students reading about break and enter being a diagnostic tool. He remembered how horrified Foreman had been when he'd first asked him to do it, so shocked that his appointment as House's fellow might have had more to do with his juvenile record than the thousands of hours of effort he'd put into graduating top of his class, and completing his internship with sterling recommendations.
Had Foreman taken over diagnostics? The man had never been slow putting himself forward before. House can just imagine Foreman's reaction at the news of what House did. The slow, incredulous, shake of his head at House living down to his expectations. He was probably in Cuddy's office ten minutes later, offering sympathy and angling for House's job.
Or maybe they've dismantled diagnostics; Cuddy did that while House was in Mayfield. It would be a shame if she had, Chase and Foreman were both capable of leading the team, and getting some solid results. Both men tended to rely on House as a crutch when things got tough diagnostically, it would be good for both of them to try and do it without him, and the Foreman v. Chase battles would be awesome. Add Thirteen and Taub into the mix and it could be some fun times. The solve rate would drop of course, but they’d get a few.
He looks down at his paper again. How to explain the team dynamic that he tried to develop? He knows everybody thought he just liked to pit his team members against each other because it was fun, well, true it was fun but it was a necessary part of the process. He needed them on edge, combative, ready to defend their ideas. The job had to mean everything to them, or it wasn't worth doing.
He starts a new chapter, and heads it up 'The Team'. He grins to himself and adds a sub-heading - 'Divide and Diagnose'. He takes up his pen, silently toasts his absent team, and begins to write.
Park is happy that she has finally solved her mystery case, a rare neurological disorder that had been missed on the first assessment of the patient. She feels a sense of accomplishment as she thinks about the patient, now in treatment. He might have died if she hadn’t pursued the puzzle.
Her interest had been piqued by Andrews comment about 'working with House' and she'd done some asking around. Most people were eager to fill her in on the gossip; apparently House was legendary in the hospital, both for being a brilliant doctor and for being a complete train wreck of a human being. There were stories of drug addiction, assault on patients and staff, an affair with the previous dean of medicine which culminated in some sort of scandalous incident which involved him driving his car into her house, threatening her with a knife and then fleeing the country. He was currently incarcerated in prison somewhere, opinions varied on how long a sentence he 'd received, some said twenty years, some said a couple of months.
Park went online herself and discovered the truth, twelve months in New Jersey State Prison, due for release in four months time. And there didn't seem to be any truth in the knife story, although, incredibly enough, the driving a car into his ex-girlfriend's house story was actually correct. There were pictures in an old news article. There was also mention of another doctor, a Doctor Wilson being injured. She's heard of him, he's the Department Head of Oncology. She's seen him around the hospital, he's pleasant looking, with a boyish face; she wonders why he was at Doctor Cuddy's house that day.
She shuts down the computer and packs her things ready to go home; her parents are expecting her for dinner.
Characters: House with small bits of various others
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: For everything up to and including Twenty Vicodins
Summary: House was sentenced to thirty days of solitary confinement for his actions in Twenty Vicodins. This is the story of his time in solitary, and what was happening back at PPTH while he was there. Story will mainly focus on House, but there are segments featuring the rest of the cast. Starts just before the end of Twenty Vicodins.
A/N : Many, many thanks to
damigella_314. Without her constant help and encouragement this story would be called 'Five Days of Solitary'. Click for previous part
Day 16 Saturday 22nd October 2011
Today, he decides, he will make some progress on his diagnostics text book. Even if he's not doing the medicine any more royalties from a textbook would come in handy and it will help keep his mind sharp.
.
He gets up out of bed as soon as the lights come up, doing some exercises for his leg to ease the morning stiffness. Breakfast hasn't arrived yet, and nor have his meds.
He strips off his t-shirt and shorts and limps, naked, to the toilet and stands in front of it to pee. One good thing about being in solitary is that he gets a toilet to himself again; waking up to Asofa shitting at the end of his bunk was an experience he never quite got used to.
His business done he turns to the sink in the corner and turns on the water. There's only cold water, and no plug for the sink so it's difficult to wash well but he grabs the cheap bar of soap and lathers it up as best he can, soaping around his genitals and ass. With the thin washcloth provided he rinses off quickly, the cold water making him shiver. He repeats the process on his chest and arms and then finishes by splashing water on his face.
There's a piece of shiny aluminium stuck to the wall in lieu of a mirror and he glances at it, looking at the tired eyes reflected there. His stubble is back and his hair is longer than he's ever worn it. He looks worn out, every one of his years of pain showing on his face. He turns away from his reflection.
Feeling a little fresher he puts on a clean tee and shorts. For good measure he tidies his cramped quarters up, not that there is much to tidy. As a final touch he makes the bed, pulling up the sheet and blanket over the hard mattress. He surveys his work after this effort and smiles sardonically.
John House had always conducted morning inspection on Greg's bedroom when he was at home. If he found anything wrong Greg would get a lecture and extra chores when he came home from school. House had taken great joy for the first few years after leaving home in making sure his rooms were as messy as possible. It was only after the infarction that he began to keep things tidy, stuff on the floor made a great tripping hazard, and if he knew where everything was he expended less energy in searching for it.
He wonders if there is a 'correct' way to smarten up a cell in solitary, and if so whether his Dad would think this one passed inspection.
Breakfast and meds arrived shortly thereafter. Breakfast is the usual dubious looking scrambled eggs, burnt cold toast, and a couple of rashers of some stringy bacon. House isn't generally a 'healthy food' type of guy but even he is beginning to wish for some fresh fruit. He eats the food anyway, with the usual plastic spork, because sending it back to the kitchen isn't really an option, and there's nothing else to eat. When he gets out of solitary he'll be able to start buying some food from the canteen again, he isn't allowed to in here.
Breakfast done, and Vicodin holding back the worst of the pain, he settles down to write in his notepad.
He expands on his 'everybody lies' philosophy, stressing the importance of thorough patient histories, of not depending on the testimony of the patient and his family, of investigating the patient's residence without their knowledge. He smiles to himself as he thinks of future students reading about break and enter being a diagnostic tool. He remembered how horrified Foreman had been when he'd first asked him to do it, so shocked that his appointment as House's fellow might have had more to do with his juvenile record than the thousands of hours of effort he'd put into graduating top of his class, and completing his internship with sterling recommendations.
Had Foreman taken over diagnostics? The man had never been slow putting himself forward before. House can just imagine Foreman's reaction at the news of what House did. The slow, incredulous, shake of his head at House living down to his expectations. He was probably in Cuddy's office ten minutes later, offering sympathy and angling for House's job.
Or maybe they've dismantled diagnostics; Cuddy did that while House was in Mayfield. It would be a shame if she had, Chase and Foreman were both capable of leading the team, and getting some solid results. Both men tended to rely on House as a crutch when things got tough diagnostically, it would be good for both of them to try and do it without him, and the Foreman v. Chase battles would be awesome. Add Thirteen and Taub into the mix and it could be some fun times. The solve rate would drop of course, but they’d get a few.
He looks down at his paper again. How to explain the team dynamic that he tried to develop? He knows everybody thought he just liked to pit his team members against each other because it was fun, well, true it was fun but it was a necessary part of the process. He needed them on edge, combative, ready to defend their ideas. The job had to mean everything to them, or it wasn't worth doing.
He starts a new chapter, and heads it up 'The Team'. He grins to himself and adds a sub-heading - 'Divide and Diagnose'. He takes up his pen, silently toasts his absent team, and begins to write.
Park is happy that she has finally solved her mystery case, a rare neurological disorder that had been missed on the first assessment of the patient. She feels a sense of accomplishment as she thinks about the patient, now in treatment. He might have died if she hadn’t pursued the puzzle.
Her interest had been piqued by Andrews comment about 'working with House' and she'd done some asking around. Most people were eager to fill her in on the gossip; apparently House was legendary in the hospital, both for being a brilliant doctor and for being a complete train wreck of a human being. There were stories of drug addiction, assault on patients and staff, an affair with the previous dean of medicine which culminated in some sort of scandalous incident which involved him driving his car into her house, threatening her with a knife and then fleeing the country. He was currently incarcerated in prison somewhere, opinions varied on how long a sentence he 'd received, some said twenty years, some said a couple of months.
Park went online herself and discovered the truth, twelve months in New Jersey State Prison, due for release in four months time. And there didn't seem to be any truth in the knife story, although, incredibly enough, the driving a car into his ex-girlfriend's house story was actually correct. There were pictures in an old news article. There was also mention of another doctor, a Doctor Wilson being injured. She's heard of him, he's the Department Head of Oncology. She's seen him around the hospital, he's pleasant looking, with a boyish face; she wonders why he was at Doctor Cuddy's house that day.
She shuts down the computer and packs her things ready to go home; her parents are expecting her for dinner.
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Date: 2012-07-12 04:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-12 04:58 am (UTC)Thirty days were hard enough, nope sorry - it stops at the end of soitary and it's still another month or so after that before Foreman shows up. But it would be an interesting scene, House didn't seem all that interested in getting out of jail.
Thanks for reading :)
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Date: 2012-07-12 11:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-12 12:31 pm (UTC)I think the hospital gossip must have gotten really dull once Cuddy left and with House being gone. Can you imagine what the place would have been like the day after 'the incident'?
"Did you hear what House did now? Crazy bastard drove a car through Cuddy's dining room, handed her a hairbrush, broke that nice Doctor Wilson's wrist, and fled the country."