[ Congratulations, Rhys. You've hit House in the middle of his first hallucination. This may be for the better or for the worse depending on how much you like seeing a man in agony. ]
Stace?
[ There's precisely one person outside his parents who calls him that, so that must be who it is. And this must be the hospital after the initial surgery. He can feel the needle for the morphine - 20 mg/hr... inadequate - stuck in his arm. Where Rhys is riding high, House looks like an absolute mess, slumped against the wall. ]
How the hell do you think I'm doing? God! [ He breaks off, drawing in a short breath and squeezing his eyes shut. ] Tell them to up the dose.
[ Stacy's not making sense. Which isn't unusual when he's blinded by pain, but she's being even more incoherent than usual. ]
The drugs. [ There's a hitch in his voice, a near sob. ] Please, baby, I can't take this much longer. Tell the doctors - tell Cuddy - they need to up the dose. [ Another hitch. ] It isn't enough. I don't care what the side effects are. Please, Stace. You have to talk to them.
This isn't a goddamn game! [ What the hell is she doing? He's not in the mood to play right now if she thinks she's being funny. Or is she trying to manipulate him? ] I'm not letting them cut off my leg.
[ He doesn't even know who Jack is, but if he's causing her pain right now, then more power to him. House doesn't care. ]
[ 800 some years into the future, they have a rather... blase attitude towards limbs. And when you look at Rhys' cybernetics, it's pretty understandable. ]
It'd be easier, right? Just lop it riiiight off.
[ A bit of a stab in the dark here, but he's hoping it connects. ]
[ She's being cruel. That's not how she is and he doesn't understand. Did he scream something at her earlier? It's hard to focus and he can't remember. There's only pain consuming him. ]
I told you it's my leg. I'm keeping it. The bypass will work. I just need-need to get past - nngh! [ He curls down, clutching his leg and squeezing his eyes shut. ] Just get the goddamn doctor! [ The words are snarled, angry and scared. A sense of helplessness is washing through him to go with everything else. ]
[ His voice is layered with fake sugar-coating, and he reaches for the feed, like he's the girl in House's memories reaching for his hand. ]
I've stopped caring. Let them take your leg. Might teach you a thing or two about humility.
[ He rises, wobbling and clutching his side but avoiding any whimpering. Jack is prepared to let House wallow, but the pieces of Rhys floating around are uneasy. ]
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rubikscomplex) wrote2015-08-27 10:05 am
Day 68 midday; @dickcheese, video
Greg!
[ He snorts, too amused by absolutely everything. ]
How's my favorite doctor doing?
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Stace?
[ There's precisely one person outside his parents who calls him that, so that must be who it is. And this must be the hospital after the initial surgery. He can feel the needle for the morphine - 20 mg/hr... inadequate - stuck in his arm. Where Rhys is riding high, House looks like an absolute mess, slumped against the wall. ]
How the hell do you think I'm doing? God! [ He breaks off, drawing in a short breath and squeezing his eyes shut. ] Tell them to up the dose.
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Stace -- Stacey? She's here? Shi-
[ An eyebrow goes up and he shakes his head. He desperately needs to focus, which is easier said than done. Like many things in his/their life. ]
Dose, wh- what dose? [ His expression is ever-changing, morphing quickly from confusion to contempt. ] God, you look like shit.
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The drugs. [ There's a hitch in his voice, a near sob. ] Please, baby, I can't take this much longer. Tell the doctors - tell Cuddy - they need to up the dose. [ Another hitch. ] It isn't enough. I don't care what the side effects are. Please, Stace. You have to talk to them.
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Ohhh, baby, I don't think you've been a good enough boy for more.
[ The leaning would be hideously painful on a normal day. Now, it's just twinging, but that is enough to bring the whiner in him back out. Quietly. ]
Ow, ow, J- sit up straight, Jack.
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[ He doesn't even know who Jack is, but if he's causing her pain right now, then more power to him. House doesn't care. ]
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Why not?
[ 800 some years into the future, they have a rather... blase attitude towards limbs. And when you look at Rhys' cybernetics, it's pretty understandable. ]
It'd be easier, right? Just lop it riiiight off.
[ A bit of a stab in the dark here, but he's hoping it connects. ]
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[ She's being cruel. That's not how she is and he doesn't understand. Did he scream something at her earlier? It's hard to focus and he can't remember. There's only pain consuming him. ]
I told you it's my leg. I'm keeping it. The bypass will work. I just need-need to get past - nngh! [ He curls down, clutching his leg and squeezing his eyes shut. ] Just get the goddamn doctor! [ The words are snarled, angry and scared. A sense of helplessness is washing through him to go with everything else. ]
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[ His voice is layered with fake sugar-coating, and he reaches for the feed, like he's the girl in House's memories reaching for his hand. ]
I've stopped caring. Let them take your leg. Might teach you a thing or two about humility.
[ He rises, wobbling and clutching his side but avoiding any whimpering. Jack is prepared to let House wallow, but the pieces of Rhys floating around are uneasy. ]
That's... mean.
That's life.
[ And he shuts his tablet off. ]