randomplaces | House's 'verse - Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital

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House is laying on a couch with Bethany on his chest, watching his soap as Ben and Chip lay on the back of the couch and watch too. The peace is broken by the ringing of his cell phone, which is inexplicably playing the march from the first Star Wars movie.

He makes a slight face at his phone because someone's obviously been playing with the ringer on it again. He'll fix it later... maybe. Either way it gets picked up. "House."

"You might want to get down to the ER." Cuddy's voice is tense.

"Why? What happened?" He doesn't sound too terribly worried but that might be because he knows his fiancée a lot better than Cuddy.

"I'd rather not discuss it over the phone." Her voice has fallen into professional mode. "But there's been... an incident, and Logan was just brought into the ER."

"You people are a bunch of idiots, you know that." House states out of nowhere. "And you will tell me what happened over the phone. But she doesn't belong in the ER. When will you people learn?" Yeah, that's a bit of sarcasm there.

"No," she says flatly. "She belongs in the morgue, but those kids won't let anyone near her."

"Good. Then they're doing their job. In the next while or so she'll be healed and you'll look like a complete and total jackass."

"...House, what the #$$%$# are you on? The woman's dead. She interfered in a bank robbery and got shot to rat #$$#%#."

"She's not dead, you ignorant woman," he states with a roll of his eyes. "Ask Wilson. He'll tell you all about it."

"Wilson's got work to do," she snaps. "And I'm calling the police to deal with these juvenile delinquents." The phone clicks and starts to buzz.

He rolls his eyes and hangs up letting Ben know he'd be back and leaves him with Spirit and leaves Bethany with Jean. And then its out the door with him and he heads straight to Cuddy and jerks the phone from her hanging up before she can call the police. "You're not calling the police on my kids." It's a statement of fact. And she'd regret what would happen if she did. "Show me where they are." It isn't a request.

She stares. "How the #$#%$%#$....."

Then her lips thin and her eyes narrow again. "They're in exam room six. Apparently Wilson's there now too."

"Wouldn't you like to know," he states with a smirk before heading down to exam room six. Those eyes look towards Wilson. "I've got it from here, James," he states before looking towards the kids and then giving a nod going straight to Logan.

His best friend had pulled back the red-stained sheet and then frozen, unable to figure out how to help someone so badly hurt. Part of Wilson knows who and what she is... but yeah, so much damage.

"They said she's brain dead." Jubal hugs himself, his blue eyes fierce. Robbie just looks stunned and sick.

"They're a bunch of sad ass liars that don't know Logan," House states simply before moving to sit with her and pull her to him. "You boys should know by now that she'll be just fine."

"Shouldn't we at least patch her up as best we can and get her on life support?" says Wilson quietly as his brain unfreezes. "Wolverine's had that in the comics a few times."

"Can I help?" Jubal's bluster is a little thin.

"She'll be fine, Wilson. Me and the boys will take care of her." Those blue eyes look over at Jubal. "Come here, kid."

"We should, like, bring her home. So Jean can...." Jubal's chin trembles and he puts an arm around Robbie's neck that his adopted brother doesn't protest. And he actually does come, bringing Robbie with him.

And then Logan twitches.

"Jean doesn't need to do a thing. She's watching Bethany right now." Greg states wrapping an arm around the boys but keeping an eye on Logan. He kisses her forehead. "That's it, Logan. Come on."

Jubal brushes a hand against his blood-stained shirt. "Like, she's not breathing."

Greg nods and makes sure the boys aren't in the way before starting CPR on Logan. He doesn't give a damn about all the blood he's managing to get on himself. He'll clean it off later. Right now all that matters is the woman in his arms.

Wilson's holding his breath, and he nearly jumps out of his skin as the security guys show up. Scowling, he closes the door and sets himself between it and them.

Jubal's just praying, and squeezing Robbie's head off at the neck.

And House is grateful for that. Security can go to hell right now anyways. He just continues the CPR on his fiancée. Working to get her back to working again.

After what seems like forever there's a movement under his hands, the thready, rapid beating of Logan's heart.

"Thata girl," he whispers, blue eyes watching her closely.

She gasps once, twice, then doubles over in a fit of coughing that will probably rip something loose. Her lungs are full of blood.

"Jubal, I need you to get me that hose over there. You can't miss it."

The thirteen year old snaps into action, not noticing that his brother's sunk to the floor. The suction device is thrust into House's hand with the precision of an old hand in the OR.

And he won't ask where the kid learned to act like that. Basic instinct is how he sees it. And those are the best kind of instincts to have. After all... its instincts and other assorted things that keep him the best damn doctor this place has. Either way the suction device is used to clear out the blood that way Logan doesn't go ripping anything. He can't have her doing that. Not after getting her back from being practically dead.

Her breathing settles, though to judge from the rasping and bubbling he'll need to suck them clean again soon. It's a little fast, though.

"Keep her warm," says Jubal absently, keeping his eyes on his foster mother's face.

Yes, well, a little fast or not he's a damn good doctor, so he can keep up with it. "Jubal, that closet over there across from the door, there should be a blanket in it. Can you grab that and wrap it around her as best as you can for me."

"Gotcha," he hops over Robbie, who has his head in his hands, and grabs the blanket. Foreman's voice raises out in the hall, sounding angry, and Cuddy's snaps in reply.

"Here." He wraps Logan, and House too, carefully. His hands are shaking and his face is pale, but there's no other sign of trauma to the boy.

"Thank you," House states before cleaning the blood out again. Keeping track of what he's doing. Funny how he's in two different modes right now. Doctor mode and whatever the hell the other one should be labeled as.

How about 'father'?

Jubal nods and stands there, within reach but out of the way, his long lean body poised in its bright yellow raincoat. He's just awaiting orders. After awhile it becomes clear that Logan's breathing has steadied, though her heart rate is still thready.

"Um... she lost a lotta blood. Shouldn't we, like, give her some more?"

"We'd have to find someone who has the same blood type," House states and its occurred to him that he doesn't even rightly know what that is for her.

"Me." Jubal pushes his sunglasses higher up on his head.

House gives a slight nod. "Alright, we'll have to get some things set up to start a transfusion then," he states simply. "How're you with needles, Jubal?" Although, right now he just needed the transfusion kit.

"Pass out," he says easily. "Is that stuff here?"

"It's in a drawer over there," House states, indicating one not too far from them.

Jubal pulls out two things that he thinks look like they could be what they need and holds them up questioningly.

And the doctor looks over to see exactly what it was that Jubal had. Even if the kid didn't know what he was rightly looking for he had a good eye for the stuff. "Yeah, that's it."

He nods and butt-busts the drawer shut, then scowls at the door as it opens and Wilson peeks in.

"We're fine, Wilson." House states simply. "Come on, Jubal. Worry about the task at hand not who or what opens that door."

The multicolored sparks die off the boy's fingers and he hurries over to the table, where he sets the stuff down and goes to get a couple pair of rubber gloves.

"What're you doing?" Wilson wants to know.

"A transfusion," he states simply, eyes on Jubal more than on Wilson at the moment.

His best friend seems to sag a little with relief. "She's alive."

"No #$%$%&*#, Sherlock." Jubal scrubs his hands and pulls on gloves, then hands House a pair and starts opening the packages for the transfusion kit.

"Gonna need to take your coat off, Jubal," he states simply. "And possibly sit as close to her as you possibly can." He tells him leaving Logan long enough that he could scrub his own hands and pulls the latex gloves on. "Of course she's alive, Wilson. She's Wolverine. Haven't you figured that out by now?"

"Reading it in a comic book's different from actually seeing it. I'll get a gurney." He disappears, closing the door behind him.

Jubal, meanwhile, has stripped off his beloved raincoat and dropped it in Robbie's lap. "Where's the needle go? Shouldn't I, like, scrub that too?"

House rolls his eyes a bit at Wilson's explanation. "No, kid. The needle is already sterile so it doesn't need to be scrubbed." He looks at the kit. "See the thing that sort of looks like a rubber tube? Hand it here."

The door opens again, and Wilson pushes the gurney in, carefully so as to not run Robbie over. "Here, Jubal, lay down. I've seen you and needles."

Jubal blushes and scowls, but hands House the tourniquet before obeying.

And House sets up a tourniquet on both Jubal and Logan before finding a vein and inserting the needle into it before doing the same to Logan, making sure that there's a good blood flow when he does.

True to his word, as soon as House sticks him with the needle the boy's out like a light, his young face relaxing into unconsciousness.

"We have blood and hemoglobin," Wilson reminds House, checking Jubal's pulse and other vitals.

"Wilson, hush. We know what we're doing here."

"You know Logan will do really not nice things to you if you screw up and hurt her kid?"

"Wilson, shut up!" House growls. "He's not just her kid. None of these kids are just hers." No, they're his too. "Jubal knew what he was getting into. And I wouldn't do anything to hurt the boy so quit acting like I would."

His friend blinks and looks at him, but then goes to check on Robbie, who is looking like the tension of the past minutes is starting to get to him.

House's blue eyes watch Wilson and Robbie for a moment before turning back to keep an eye on Jubal and Logan's progress.

* * *

Time passes. Jubal stirs a few times, and opens his eyes once, only to look at the blood tube and quickly slip back into insensibility. Robbie leans against Wilson, who's settled cross-legged on the floor beside him and put an arm around him. Logan's heartbeat grows stronger, and her breathing steadies, though House has to clean her lungs out a few more times as it does.

And once her breathing and heartbeat both steady he undoes the needles and cleans up Jubal's little needle site and puts a bandage on it. "How're you two doin' down there, Wilson?"

"I'm alright. He's asleep." He looks down at the blond-haired thirteen year old. "And having bad dreams."

He gives a slight nod. "Just keep comforting him. Once these two are good to go we're going home."

Wilson nods. "Through this door?"

"Yes, Wilson, through that door."

"Good, because after what I said to Cuddy I'm technically not supposed to be in the hospital." He looks down and rubs Robbie's back as the boy gives a breathless unhappy sound.

He raises a slight brow to that. "And exactly what did you say to Cuddy, Wilson?"

"I'm not repeating it around the kids, even if they're not awake."

"Well, good ol' James does have it in him," he teases keeping an eye on the two up there with him but still keeping an eye on Robbie as well.

"Did you hear Foreman?" Wilson just shakes his head.

"Yeah, I heard him," he states shaking his own head.

"They're still out there." He sits up and tilts his head to see onto the gurney as Jubal groans and curls onto his side.

"I don't give a damn where they still are," House states. "They can be out there all they want."

Wilson just smirks, that's the snarky bleep he knows.

"You cursed." Jubal props himself up and looks anxiously toward Logan.

"Is that a surprise to you, kid?" he asks, giving him a slight smirk before sliding off the bed. "Alright, you're gonna have to hop on my back and hold on. We're going home. Not lettin' her stay and rest in this place."

"You, like, get on our cases for doin' it." He scowls, then blinks as Wilson gives a soft 'woah!' at Robbie scrambling to his feet. "And there's no way you're carrying both of us. You try 'n you'll, like, drop Wolvie."

"Jubal, just do it," House states. "I won't drop Wolvie. I know what the hell I'm doing. And the longer we sit here the longer we keep her from a nice warm environment that will help her heal better. Now just do it. This is the one time that its actually allowed because Wilson can't take you and Robbie both."

"Robbie's up. 'N I can walk." His scowl deepens even as he goes on his knees and very reluctantly prepares to obey.

"I can carry Jubal," offers Wilson, one hand on Robbie's shoulder.

"And I said how it was going to go," House states simply, those blue eyes narrowing slightly. Yeah, right now would not be a good time to argue with House. He's not exactly in the best of moods at the moment. Arguing could cause immense amounts of pain.

And Jubal still manages to get in a muttered jibe about cooties even as he puts his arms around House's neck. "Dude, if you drop her I'll set your underoos on fire. While you're wearin' 'em."

"Just hang tight, kid." He states and once Jubal is settled and hanging on he picks up Logan. "Let's go people. Out the door."

Wilson nods and herds Robbie through after them, and they all wind up back at the Cafe, in House and Logan's living room.

House's 'verse - Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital - Family business