Fic : Thirty Days of Solitary 26/30
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menolly_auTitle: Thirty Days of Solitary 26/30
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 26 Tuesday 1st November 2011
He’s not doing well today. The walls seem too close, and the cell too small. He’s longing for some freedom, some room to move, something different to see, and someone to talk to. He wants something to happen, something different, anything other than the dreary monotony of being buried alive in this hole in the wall.
He tries to read, but the books are boring, and he’s already read them twice. He’s never gotten back to his diagnostics textbook work, the pages he ripped off the pad are screwed up in one corner of the cell. He’s counted the bricks in the wall and done what little exercise he can. He’s washed himself thoroughly and tidied up and done everything he can think of to try and make time pass.
It’s the feeling of being trapped that he hates, as well as the feeling of being completely at someone else’s mercy. There is almost nothing he can do for himself in here, where his very existence depends on someone else. He has no control over his own life at all. It is similar to the times he has been hospitalised, and there’s been far too many of those.
He’s never liked being confined.
It brings back memories of his childhood.
His Dad freezes in place as the words leave Greg's mouth.
"You're not my real father anyway. I don't have to do what you say."
He's scared. There's a look on Dad's face he's never seen before, not even when he’d been caught shoplifting. That time Mom had been at home so Dad hadn't even given him a dunking in the bath, it had just been a whipping with the belt, Mom didn't much mind about those. This time Mom's away for a couple of days. Dad can do anything he wants to him.
He's surprised when Dad just grabs hold of his arm and marches him up the stairs to his bedroom. He's practically thrown into the room and then the door slams shut. Dad hasn't said anything and Greg doesn't know what's going to happen now. He figures that he’s not supposed to leave his bedroom without permission, but what does Dad intend? He goes to the window and stares out at the fields across the road. It's summer and he wants to be out there not stuck in his boring bedroom.
Some hours later he's busting to take a leak, and he really wants to leave this small bedroom; the walls are close, and he's beginning to feel confined in here. He hasn’t heard Dad come back up the stairs (the third one from the top always creaks) and he doesn't even know if he's still in the house. Maybe he’s gone out and left Greg to piss his pants because he’s too scared to leave his bedroom.
He wants to open that door and run down the stairs, and escape. He wants to keep running and never come back. He wouldn't care if he never saw Dad again. Maybe he could find his real father and stay with him. Maybe his real Dad would like him. He puts his hand on the doorknob, and starts to turn it and then stops, his heart pounding. He can't do it, he can't leave. Dad will kill him.
When the door opens an endless time later he's relieved, although he figures that now the real punishment will be coming, anything would be better than being shut up in here for much longer. Instead his Dad grabs him by the arm again and takes him to the bathroom, standing over him while Greg relieves himself. When he's finished he's taken back to the bedroom. Dad tells him he's confined to this room, except when he's taken to the bathroom, which will be four times a day. Dad will bring him two meals every day, leaving them outside the door for him and Greg is to finish every bit of food on the plate and then put it outside the door for collection.
He spends four days confined to the bedroom. Dad doesn't speak to him at all, even though Greg breaks down and apologises on the third day. By that stage he'll do anything just to get out of his bedroom, he doesn’t even care if Dad lays into him with the belt, or makes him sleep outside again, he just wants out. Dad just looks at him coldly while Greg babbles his apology in the bathroom and then stands there silently until Greg goes back into his bedroom and closes the door.
When Mom comes home he's allowed out of the bedroom, although he can't leave the house, and Dad gives him lists of chores to do that will keep him busy every day. He still doesn’t speak to him, just slips typewritten notes under his bedroom door every morning with his orders.
Dad never tells Mom what Greg said, and Greg doesn’t want to hurt her by telling her himself so he keeps his mouth shut, and eventually she stops asking what happened and just watches while he does his chores.
Dad doesn't speak to him all summer.
House sits next to the cell door, drumming his fingers against, beating out a rhythm that rings in his head and distracts him. The same rhythm over and over. The sound isn’t enough to bring the guards but the pattern of it is oddly calming. When the guards come to take him to exercise he gets to his feet with a struggle and eagerly backs up to the cuff port to allow them to shackle him. Today he doesn’t even mind the chains; he just needs to be outside, even if it’s only for an hour.
Park likes her job at the hospital, she really does. The work is interesting, and varied, and although it's been difficult to gain her colleagues respect she thinks she's managing it. The only thing that spoils her pleasure in her job is her boss. It's not even that Doctor Andrews has done anything. He's been polite and helpful, but it's the way that he's been helpful that worries her. He's just a little too attentive, and he stands a little too close at times. His hands, when he guides her through a procedure, linger just a little too long. She tells herself that she’s being silly and imagining things, but she knows she isn’t.
Reporting him isn’t an option. There isn’t enough there and she knows that very little good for her, or her career, will come of her complaining that her boss stands too close to her. So she keeps her head down, and does her job well. She likes the rest of her job, she can cope with Andrews.
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 26 Tuesday 1st November 2011
He’s not doing well today. The walls seem too close, and the cell too small. He’s longing for some freedom, some room to move, something different to see, and someone to talk to. He wants something to happen, something different, anything other than the dreary monotony of being buried alive in this hole in the wall.
He tries to read, but the books are boring, and he’s already read them twice. He’s never gotten back to his diagnostics textbook work, the pages he ripped off the pad are screwed up in one corner of the cell. He’s counted the bricks in the wall and done what little exercise he can. He’s washed himself thoroughly and tidied up and done everything he can think of to try and make time pass.
It’s the feeling of being trapped that he hates, as well as the feeling of being completely at someone else’s mercy. There is almost nothing he can do for himself in here, where his very existence depends on someone else. He has no control over his own life at all. It is similar to the times he has been hospitalised, and there’s been far too many of those.
He’s never liked being confined.
It brings back memories of his childhood.
His Dad freezes in place as the words leave Greg's mouth.
"You're not my real father anyway. I don't have to do what you say."
He's scared. There's a look on Dad's face he's never seen before, not even when he’d been caught shoplifting. That time Mom had been at home so Dad hadn't even given him a dunking in the bath, it had just been a whipping with the belt, Mom didn't much mind about those. This time Mom's away for a couple of days. Dad can do anything he wants to him.
He's surprised when Dad just grabs hold of his arm and marches him up the stairs to his bedroom. He's practically thrown into the room and then the door slams shut. Dad hasn't said anything and Greg doesn't know what's going to happen now. He figures that he’s not supposed to leave his bedroom without permission, but what does Dad intend? He goes to the window and stares out at the fields across the road. It's summer and he wants to be out there not stuck in his boring bedroom.
Some hours later he's busting to take a leak, and he really wants to leave this small bedroom; the walls are close, and he's beginning to feel confined in here. He hasn’t heard Dad come back up the stairs (the third one from the top always creaks) and he doesn't even know if he's still in the house. Maybe he’s gone out and left Greg to piss his pants because he’s too scared to leave his bedroom.
He wants to open that door and run down the stairs, and escape. He wants to keep running and never come back. He wouldn't care if he never saw Dad again. Maybe he could find his real father and stay with him. Maybe his real Dad would like him. He puts his hand on the doorknob, and starts to turn it and then stops, his heart pounding. He can't do it, he can't leave. Dad will kill him.
When the door opens an endless time later he's relieved, although he figures that now the real punishment will be coming, anything would be better than being shut up in here for much longer. Instead his Dad grabs him by the arm again and takes him to the bathroom, standing over him while Greg relieves himself. When he's finished he's taken back to the bedroom. Dad tells him he's confined to this room, except when he's taken to the bathroom, which will be four times a day. Dad will bring him two meals every day, leaving them outside the door for him and Greg is to finish every bit of food on the plate and then put it outside the door for collection.
He spends four days confined to the bedroom. Dad doesn't speak to him at all, even though Greg breaks down and apologises on the third day. By that stage he'll do anything just to get out of his bedroom, he doesn’t even care if Dad lays into him with the belt, or makes him sleep outside again, he just wants out. Dad just looks at him coldly while Greg babbles his apology in the bathroom and then stands there silently until Greg goes back into his bedroom and closes the door.
When Mom comes home he's allowed out of the bedroom, although he can't leave the house, and Dad gives him lists of chores to do that will keep him busy every day. He still doesn’t speak to him, just slips typewritten notes under his bedroom door every morning with his orders.
Dad never tells Mom what Greg said, and Greg doesn’t want to hurt her by telling her himself so he keeps his mouth shut, and eventually she stops asking what happened and just watches while he does his chores.
Dad doesn't speak to him all summer.
House sits next to the cell door, drumming his fingers against, beating out a rhythm that rings in his head and distracts him. The same rhythm over and over. The sound isn’t enough to bring the guards but the pattern of it is oddly calming. When the guards come to take him to exercise he gets to his feet with a struggle and eagerly backs up to the cuff port to allow them to shackle him. Today he doesn’t even mind the chains; he just needs to be outside, even if it’s only for an hour.
Park likes her job at the hospital, she really does. The work is interesting, and varied, and although it's been difficult to gain her colleagues respect she thinks she's managing it. The only thing that spoils her pleasure in her job is her boss. It's not even that Doctor Andrews has done anything. He's been polite and helpful, but it's the way that he's been helpful that worries her. He's just a little too attentive, and he stands a little too close at times. His hands, when he guides her through a procedure, linger just a little too long. She tells herself that she’s being silly and imagining things, but she knows she isn’t.
Reporting him isn’t an option. There isn’t enough there and she knows that very little good for her, or her career, will come of her complaining that her boss stands too close to her. So she keeps her head down, and does her job well. She likes the rest of her job, she can cope with Andrews.
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