Fic : Thirty days of Solitary 23/30
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menolly_auTitle: Thirty Days of Solitary 23/30
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'.
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Day 23 Saturday 29th October 2011
He gets a visit from Sykes today. Yesterday he'd been sick and shivering when they took him out for his daily exercise and they'd asked if he needed to see the doctor. He'd said yes, because any relief would be good, and if it got him out of his cell and to somewhere else, even if in shackles, it would be great. The officers had looked less than interested and he'd sat out his 'exercise' hour shivering on the ground watching the inmates in the adjoining runs pace up and down. Afterwards they'd taken him back to his cell and that had seemed to be that. This morning, though, he'd been ordered to come to the cuff port and be cuffed up and then told to sit on his bunk, his hands cuffed behind him.
They'd entered his cell cautiously, as he if was a wild animal, likely to bite at any second. A prison officer had come in first, ordered him to stand, and then he frisked him, while another officer stood ready a distance away. The doctor was then allowed to enter, and one of the officers remained, standing by the door. So it won’t be a private consult, but House doesn't mind that - it's just a cold, even a prison doctor as thick, and hidebound by rules and regulations, as Sykes could diagnose that. He has nothing much to say to Sykes, whose refusal to allow a simple diagnostic test landed House with another eight months in prison, and three weeks, so far, in solitary confinement.
It seems for a while that Sykes doesn't have much to say to him either, just the usual requests for coughing, and details of the colour of his sputum. Then he has House open his mouth wide and peers down his throat. With a glance at the watching prison officer he launches into his opening salvo.
"Adams was dismissed. In case you care that is."
House glares at him, unable to talk with his mouth open. When Sykes withdraws the tongue depressor he closes his mouth and coughs a couple of times. "If you'd done what I said it would have been fine. Patient cured, and you would have been the hero instead of being the chump doctor who nearly killed a patient because he had to follow the rules."
"The rules are there for a reason."
"Yeah, let's follow protocol, too bad if the patient dies, at least we won't get sued." House glances over at the officer in the corner and shuts up. There is no point getting into this, it isn't like Sykes has the key to solitary, and he’s never going to convince him that he was right.
Sykes looks at the guard again, who is standing alertly, watching them and also seems to decide that shutting up is for the best, much to House's relief. Having the two of them in here is making him uneasy. The cell is small, and crowded with three people. He'd thought he was desperate for human contact but now he just wants them out of his space.
"You'll live, it's just a cold," Sykes tells him, a trace of amusement on his face. "I'll have some Tylenol sent down. Make sure you drink plenty of water." He nods at the sink in the corner, and the plastic tumbler besides it, and House feels a surge of anger at this man's apparent amusement at House's primitive living conditions.
Sykes strips off his gloves and then takes his time washing his hands in House's sink while House watches him from the bed, hands still manacled behind him. Then he nods at the prison officer. "Okay, done here. Let me know if he's not better in three days."
Once they have left House is summoned to the cuffport and the cuffs are taken off, and then the port rattles shut.
He sits on the bed, rubbing at his wrists where the cuffs have bitten into them. His cold is still making him miserable but he feels a sense of relief at having the cell to himself again.
Wilson is behind in his work after attending the conference so he decides to skip his usual appointment with his psychiatrist and go into the hospital on Saturday. There are no patient appointments scheduled so he can concentrate on the paperwork that accompanies running one of the hospital’s largest departments.
He is surprised when Foreman knocks on his office door around lunch time. He politely gestures for his boss to come in and watches while he settles himself on the other side of the desk.
"I've talked to a lawyer, and a few other people. They say to leave it a few weeks, and then, if a crisis comes up that we need House for, I can try to get him released into my custody. He’ll probably have to wear an ankle monitor, and he’d be restricted to his apartment or the hospital, but at least he’d be out of there and able to see patients."
Wilson tries to ignore the quickening of his heartbeat at this news. He’d refrained from asking Foreman about his plan since their lunch a week or so ago but it looks like Foreman is determined to go through with this. He puts on his best polite poker face.
"And you're telling me this, because..."
"You're his best friend? Come on, Wilson. He's served his time, he’s paid for what he did, he doesn't need to be in there any longer. Don't you want him to come back here?"
"I don't think I do."
Foreman looks shocked and Wilson is surprised how angry he feels at that reaction. Has no-one at the hospital ever considered how Wilson felt about what had happened? Or did everyone just expect good old Wilson to suffer as normal? That it didn’t matter what House did to Wilson, Wilson would always forgive him?
"He could have killed me, or Cuddy, or any of the people in that house. What sort of friend is that? I'm done being Gregory House's keeper. Do what you want, Foreman, bring him back, don't bring him back, I really don't care. I'm making a fresh start, and if he has any sense so will he."
When Foreman leaves his office Wilson turns back to his paperwork but ten minutes later he is still sitting there staring at it but not seeing it. He decides to give it away and head for home, he needs to get out of this hospital.
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 23 Saturday 29th October 2011
He gets a visit from Sykes today. Yesterday he'd been sick and shivering when they took him out for his daily exercise and they'd asked if he needed to see the doctor. He'd said yes, because any relief would be good, and if it got him out of his cell and to somewhere else, even if in shackles, it would be great. The officers had looked less than interested and he'd sat out his 'exercise' hour shivering on the ground watching the inmates in the adjoining runs pace up and down. Afterwards they'd taken him back to his cell and that had seemed to be that. This morning, though, he'd been ordered to come to the cuff port and be cuffed up and then told to sit on his bunk, his hands cuffed behind him.
They'd entered his cell cautiously, as he if was a wild animal, likely to bite at any second. A prison officer had come in first, ordered him to stand, and then he frisked him, while another officer stood ready a distance away. The doctor was then allowed to enter, and one of the officers remained, standing by the door. So it won’t be a private consult, but House doesn't mind that - it's just a cold, even a prison doctor as thick, and hidebound by rules and regulations, as Sykes could diagnose that. He has nothing much to say to Sykes, whose refusal to allow a simple diagnostic test landed House with another eight months in prison, and three weeks, so far, in solitary confinement.
It seems for a while that Sykes doesn't have much to say to him either, just the usual requests for coughing, and details of the colour of his sputum. Then he has House open his mouth wide and peers down his throat. With a glance at the watching prison officer he launches into his opening salvo.
"Adams was dismissed. In case you care that is."
House glares at him, unable to talk with his mouth open. When Sykes withdraws the tongue depressor he closes his mouth and coughs a couple of times. "If you'd done what I said it would have been fine. Patient cured, and you would have been the hero instead of being the chump doctor who nearly killed a patient because he had to follow the rules."
"The rules are there for a reason."
"Yeah, let's follow protocol, too bad if the patient dies, at least we won't get sued." House glances over at the officer in the corner and shuts up. There is no point getting into this, it isn't like Sykes has the key to solitary, and he’s never going to convince him that he was right.
Sykes looks at the guard again, who is standing alertly, watching them and also seems to decide that shutting up is for the best, much to House's relief. Having the two of them in here is making him uneasy. The cell is small, and crowded with three people. He'd thought he was desperate for human contact but now he just wants them out of his space.
"You'll live, it's just a cold," Sykes tells him, a trace of amusement on his face. "I'll have some Tylenol sent down. Make sure you drink plenty of water." He nods at the sink in the corner, and the plastic tumbler besides it, and House feels a surge of anger at this man's apparent amusement at House's primitive living conditions.
Sykes strips off his gloves and then takes his time washing his hands in House's sink while House watches him from the bed, hands still manacled behind him. Then he nods at the prison officer. "Okay, done here. Let me know if he's not better in three days."
Once they have left House is summoned to the cuffport and the cuffs are taken off, and then the port rattles shut.
He sits on the bed, rubbing at his wrists where the cuffs have bitten into them. His cold is still making him miserable but he feels a sense of relief at having the cell to himself again.
Wilson is behind in his work after attending the conference so he decides to skip his usual appointment with his psychiatrist and go into the hospital on Saturday. There are no patient appointments scheduled so he can concentrate on the paperwork that accompanies running one of the hospital’s largest departments.
He is surprised when Foreman knocks on his office door around lunch time. He politely gestures for his boss to come in and watches while he settles himself on the other side of the desk.
"I've talked to a lawyer, and a few other people. They say to leave it a few weeks, and then, if a crisis comes up that we need House for, I can try to get him released into my custody. He’ll probably have to wear an ankle monitor, and he’d be restricted to his apartment or the hospital, but at least he’d be out of there and able to see patients."
Wilson tries to ignore the quickening of his heartbeat at this news. He’d refrained from asking Foreman about his plan since their lunch a week or so ago but it looks like Foreman is determined to go through with this. He puts on his best polite poker face.
"And you're telling me this, because..."
"You're his best friend? Come on, Wilson. He's served his time, he’s paid for what he did, he doesn't need to be in there any longer. Don't you want him to come back here?"
"I don't think I do."
Foreman looks shocked and Wilson is surprised how angry he feels at that reaction. Has no-one at the hospital ever considered how Wilson felt about what had happened? Or did everyone just expect good old Wilson to suffer as normal? That it didn’t matter what House did to Wilson, Wilson would always forgive him?
"He could have killed me, or Cuddy, or any of the people in that house. What sort of friend is that? I'm done being Gregory House's keeper. Do what you want, Foreman, bring him back, don't bring him back, I really don't care. I'm making a fresh start, and if he has any sense so will he."
When Foreman leaves his office Wilson turns back to his paperwork but ten minutes later he is still sitting there staring at it but not seeing it. He decides to give it away and head for home, he needs to get out of this hospital.
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Date: 2012-07-18 11:11 pm (UTC)Of course they hadn't. I can absolutely see this scene.
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Date: 2012-07-19 06:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-18 11:36 pm (UTC)And House's feelings that he would rather be alone in his tiny cell than have these sadistic people with him. I can see why he'd feel this way!
Only 7 days to go, then he has to face Mendelson's gang! But at least we know he survives it long
enough for Wilson's patient's "new" lungs to start deteriorating! I'm going to miss this story!
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Date: 2012-07-19 05:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-19 06:17 am (UTC)Thanks for reading :)
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Date: 2012-07-19 06:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-19 07:46 am (UTC)"I don't think I do."
Foreman looks shocked and Wilson is surprised how angry he feels at that reaction.
Brilliant. You capture them perfectly.
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Date: 2012-07-19 10:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-19 11:19 pm (UTC)he needs to get out of this hospital
Indeed. And not just for the day, IMO. Though I had problems with how series ended, I did like the fact that both H/W were getting away from PPTH (just didn't care for the circumstances).
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Date: 2012-07-20 09:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-20 05:20 pm (UTC)Foreman's attitude shows the same callousness as Sykes's. Both are following the rules, doing what they are allowed to do according to the law, but neither considers the implications for others. Yes, what Foreman is doing is caring towards House, but Foreman, as dean, also has other employees whose well-being is his problem, not to mention that if he takes on House, then, like Cuddy, he has some responsibility for keeping him functioning (or, in other words, in line).
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Date: 2012-07-21 12:32 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading :)
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Date: 2012-07-23 07:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-23 09:16 pm (UTC)