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WIP: stabbed!Wilson, Part 10
I more or less know now where I'm going. Thank you to all the people who were willing to let me harass them into taking a look at the fic! You've all been a huge help :).
- 0 hours
House couldn't remember ever having seen the hospital staff move quite as quickly and efficiently as this morning. Fifteen minutes ago, the chopper that had picked Wilson's parents up from JFK had landed, and by now, Wilson's mother was already hooked up to an IV, the first unit of blood being filled while fluid replacement was infused via a second line.
House hesitated for a brief moment before he pushed open the door and entered the transfusion room. He glared at the nurse who had been fussing over Mrs. Wilson's IV, and she scampered off, leaving him in relative privacy with Wilson's mother.
Abigail Wilson raised her head to look at him. There were a set of dark shadows under her eyes, and her expression was one of deep worry. Remarkably, however, her discreet eye make-up was not smeared, and her eyes were dry.
"Greg," she said, relief clear in her voice. "Finally."
"Hey, Abby." He threw a glance at the transfusion bag, and when he decided it was filling to his satisfaction, he pulled up a chair and sat down next to the IV stand.
"How's Jimmy?" Abby asked as soon as he was on eye-level with her. "None of the nurses really know anything."
House took a deep breath. Looking at Wilson's mother, her narrow face and her eyes that looked so much like Wilson's, he found himself thinking of his own mother. Suddenly, it was incredibly hard to be as be as blunt as usual. He licked his lips. "He's been in and out of surgery," he said. "He's in recovery now."
"I know," Abby said, her tone carrying a touch of impatience. "David went to see him. I want to know how he's doing, Greg."
House didn't meet her eyes. "He doesn't have enough blood to supply his body with sufficient oxygen," he said. "The adverse reaction he had to the blood we tried to give him damaged his kidneys. His other organs are starting to be affected, too." He looked up and saw Abby looking at him. Her eyes were wide, but her gaze was steady. "He's doing badly," House said. He told himself that the roughness in his voice came from being exhausted and overtired.
Abby licked her lips. "But my blood will fix him, right?" she asked.
"Maybe." House looked away again, bouncing his cane up and down a couple of times. "If the damage isn't too severe to be irreparable." He didn't tell her that over the course of the last twelve hours, this maybe had shrunk to a probably not. She was smart enough to figure that part out for herself.
"Oh God." Her voice was very soft, and as House raised his head, he saw that she had covered her eyes with her hand. He stayed where he was for a couple of moments before he turned in his seat and levered himself to his feet.
"Nurse," he called across the room. "The first unit is almost filled. Call recovery and have them standing by."
He turned back to the IV stand and didn't look at Wilson's mother as he disconnected the first bag and hooked up the second one. A nurse was there immediately to take the blood from him. As soon as she had it, she hurried off, too fast for House to even think about keeping up with her.
He turned back to look at Abby, but she still had her face hidden behind her free hand and had turned away a bit. House tapped his cane against the floor a few times before he said, "I'll be back later on," and left for recovery as well.