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Pencils 56

Another chapter, folks!  Enjoy.

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Wilson thought that House was asleep, but when the phone rang, he picked up his head and oriented toward the sound, before dropping his head back to the pillow with a groan.  Wilson gave him a pat and got up to answer it.

 

 

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Pencils 55

Another little update!

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When Wilson woke up, House was on his back,, ripping at the bandages around his hands with his teeth.  Wilson propped himself up on one elbow and took another look. 

 

Yes, that was what he was doing.  “House?” he said tentatively.  House had slept through the night—morphine was good for that, at least—but this didn’t look good. 

 

 

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Pencils 54

A/N:  Another chapter!  Hope you guys are OK with the frequent, short updates--I think that's the best way to make sure I don't lose interest and peter out again.  I'm planning to keep going until I finish the story.  


Chase was afraid House would have gone to sleep by the time Foreman finally agreed to call him—when the patient was maxed out on morphine and still in agony, with the pain putting stress on her heart—but when he did call, Wilson said he was up, having a drink in the lobby after the keynote address opened the conference.  Chase felt a little foolish, like he’d been going up a flight of stairs and misjudged the number, so he expected a step when he was really on level ground.  The last time he’d seen him, House had been far too weak to have anything like a social life. 

 

 

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Pencils, 53

Look--you didn't have to wait another year for the next chapter!  The pacing of the rest of the story is going to be a bit brisker than the first 51 chapters were, but I don't think I'm up for another 50 chapters--I hope to finish it in another 10 chapters or so.  

 

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Pencils Are Dangerous, Installment 52

Yes, you read that aright, me hearties! It's a "Pencils" update! Almost a year after the last one.

There's been an in-universe time-jump too, and we pick up a few months after installment 51, with House and company going to a medical conference.

A/N:  Thanks to hibernia for my new(ish) Pencils icon. 

 

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Pencils 51

Later, Wilson called Clarence to let him know House was okay. Clarence wasn’t due to come back on duty until Monday, another two days, but Wilson knew he’d want to know. They’d been through enough together--Clarence was family.

When Wilson said, “He’s fine,” Clarence let out a huge sigh and said, “Thank God.” And--unlike if he or House had said it--it sounded like a prayer, and not a bit of casual blasphemy.

 

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Pencils: 50

A/N:  I know, I said yesteray I was gonna do some drabbles before I went back to Pencils, but then Bmax reminded me that I'd left House dangling off the edge of a cliff, and I was the only one who knew he was going to be OK.  So I dug deep and wrote this.  Tomorrow, I'm not sure what I'll write--could be Pencils, could be one of the suggestions I got in the other thread, could be my Charity Fics. 


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“We don’t absolutely have to do this today.”

Wilson’s voice jolted him out of his reverie. He turned his head toward Wilson and said, “Yes. We do.” That was one of the many things Wilson just didn’t get. If he didn’t do things because he was afraid of them, he’d never do anything.

 

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Pencils 49

“Dr. Ahn called today,” Wilson told House over dinner, a few days later. “Your permanent bridge is ready.”

House stuffed a shrimp into his mouth. “Great,” he said glumly.

“He wants you to be awake when he fits it,” Wilson reminded him. “What do you want to do?” It was going to be difficult, there was no way around that, but he definitely wasn’t going to make the same mistake he had last time, of making plans for House’s well-being without consulting House.

 

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Pencils 48

 

Somehow, he hadn’t thought ahead of time about how he’d be likely to feel about a stranger coming into the apartment and messing around with tools, making all kinds of ominous noises.

The one good thing about it was that he’d explained in detail what he wanted done when he’d made the appointment on the phone, so he didn’t have to deal directly with the electrician.

As the workman started carrying his tools in, he turned his head toward Clarence and, willing his voice not to shake, said, “Take me to my room. I want to lay down.”

 

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Pencils: 47

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“Engh! Uh, uh, uh, uh, nu, uff--”

Wilson was already rolling of the bed as he woke to the sound of House’s distress. He slapped on the light and knelt next to the air mattress. House was curled up in a ball, up on his knees and elbows, whimpering and shaking. “It’s okay, House, it’s okay,” he said, patting him. “Can you wake up? It’s okay. You’ll feel better if you wake up.”

This wasn’t House’s first panic attack since he decided to stop the Ativan, but the others happened to have taken place on Clarence’s watch. This was the first time Wilson had had to see House like this, without reaching for the syringe. All he could do was wait and watch, patting House’s back and repeating soothing words--none of which seemed to have any effect.

 

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