WIP: stabbed!Wilson, Part 3

[teyla]

And I did some more writing.

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Cuddy caught up with him half-way. The rapid click of her heels on the linoleum announced her arrival even before she called out to him.

"House!" He didn't stop, so it was a moment before she came up beside him. Together, they passed through the big swing doors of the ER. Cuddy was rather out of breath, and her eyes were wide. "Brenda said you trached him?!"

"I did," House said. "The trachea was lacerated."

"Oh God. What the hell happened?"

House didn't answer, partly because he wasn't sure himself, but mostly because he had spotted a congregation of on-lookers before trauma room one. He quickly made his way over there.

"Move," he told the nurses and ER staff. "Get out of the way."

They did, and House pushed through the doors into the trauma room, Cuddy on his heels.

The room was chaos. House could spot at least two doctors and way too many nurses crowding around the table, assisting, suturing or simply trying not to get into each other's way. He threw a glance at the IV stand, and the fact that he couldn't see any transfusion bags made his stomach clench. He had to force himself to step to the side and keep out of the way - the urge to grab a gown and gloves was strong, but he knew he wasn't able to move as fast as it was required in a situation like this. Instead, he grabbed one of the nurses that passed by him by the elbow.

"Where's the blood?" he asked her, and she gestured at the door.

"Will be here any second."

As if on cue, the door opened and another nurse came in, two RBC bags in each of her hands. As she passed him by, House caught a glimpse of the label and saw that they were type specific, AB positive. Of course, Wilson would have had his emergency info card in his wallet where it was easy to find. For once, House felt grateful for Wilson's conscientiousness.

He watched the nurse hang the blood, and some of the tension in his body relented. They'd managed to react in time. The actual damage wasn't all that bad, and the main danger, the blood loss, they were about to get under control. Barring any freak circumstances, Wilson would be okay.

He reached for the wall behind him, needing some stability since his knees seemed not all that reliable at the moment. He felt a hand on his elbow, and turned his head to look at Cuddy. He met her eyes and saw that they were a little brighter than usually. Out of habit, a part of him scoffed at that, but he felt a small knot in his throat himself, so he didn't say anything. He simply lowered his eyes and tried to gather himself.

He'd almost managed to get his heart rate down to a more or less normal level when the alarms went off. The shrill beeping of the heart monitors made him spin around and almost lose his balance.

"BP's dropping!" a nurse yelled over the racket of the flurry that the alarms had caused. "Heart rate's up to one-forty-five!"

"He's in anaphylaxis! Push epi!"

"Anaphylaxis?" House took a step forward, feeling his own breath going quicker as the continuing beeping of the monitors continued to grate. "Why would he be-"

House broke off and froze, only to leap forwards a split-second later, pushing a couple of nurses aside. "Get him off the blood!" His cane clattered to the floor as he let go of it in order to stop the transfusion.

"House!" The ER doc's voice. "What the fuck are you doing?"

House grabbed a couple of gloves from a nurse that was standing nearby and started to detach the tube from the IV needle in Wilson's hand. "Stopping you from flooding his system with the anaphylaxis trigger," he said, his voice tense. "Anyone push that epi yet? 'Cause I can still hear the monitors beeping."

One of the nurses he'd pushed aside earlier reached around him for the IV line and injected a syringe-full of clear liquid. House felt an almost painful wave of relief when the monitors fell silent a few seconds later.

"It's the right blood type," the other ER doc said, his eyes on the label of the RBC bag. "He's AB plus, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is," the first ER doc said, his tone outraged. "And even if he wasn't, he wouldn't be going into anaphylaxis from AB plus. Blood doesn't cause anaphylaxis, but lack of it does cause hypovolemic shock and death, so get him back on that transfusion now, House."

House finished with disconnecting the tube and checked whether any of the other bags had already been hung. Fortunately, they seemed to have not. He looked up to glare at the ER doc. "You're a fucking idiot," he said. "Ever heard of something called IgA-deficiency?"

The ER doc stared at him. "IgA-deficiency?" he asked finally, his tone incredulous. "If you knew he had-"

"I didn't, obviously, or I'd told you so, hadn't I? Anaphylaxis means allergy. Wilson's a doctor, so he's been exposed to pretty much anything that's in this room, except for IgA flooding his bloodstream, which as I happen to know is a first for him."