fandom_clinic | Sunday Morning

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Sunday Morning

He'd used his leg a an excuse to avoid leaving his apartment. It had nothing to do withthe mun being over threaded or on the phone off and on last night dealing with personal stuff. Mun appreciates everyone who tride to get House invovled and apologises for my RL limitations that prevented him jumping in. He had no intention of going to the gym because of the snow, but he would have helped in the clinic

Sitting at the desk in the clinic Sunday morning, he felt bad about that. Guilty, even. He could have asked Geoff to help him get to the gym, but the fact was he didn't want to. And, well, in his defense, he didn't know how bad it was going to get. He'd been quite content to spend the weekend snowed in with Geoff, talking and laughing and, well, other things that brought a smile to his face.

But in truth, he knew he had a back slide. He was trying not to use his leg as an excuse anymore, or at least not when it wasn't really a problem. Getting across campus to the gym would have been difficult, even with Geoff's help, because snow and cane do not mix well. That he could justify to a point. But when Pippi had come to him, through the clinic door, and he'd still refused to help? He couldn't really justify that. He was selfish and not for the first time, he sat alone and wondered what he was doing.

It wasn't that the clinic was too much responsibility for him, but he wasn't sure exactly what it was. He'd fallen back on his pattern of avoiding clinic as much as possible, putting in just enough hours to say he was managing it. And he was. Wilson still helped a great deal, which House appreciated that. But he wasn't happy. He hadn't been happy for a while. The non-human factor of most of the kids really bothered him because despite his best efforts he simply didn't know how to help them in most cases.

He sighed and sipped at his coffee and waited to see if anyone would come down to the clinic.

Doctor is in. He has coffee and Cash, both puppy and music. All is right with the world. His discontent is the start of his leaving Fandom arc, and he will eventually seek out the Principal to discuss things. But not yet. Bring your injured to him now, if you dare

[OOC: Mun is AFK for a bit

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"You did," she says quietly and holds a cup with a straw up to him so he can sip from it. "Slowly," she warns him.

"And everybody made it through - some less successfully than others," she continued, raising her eyebrows at him. She looked like she'd been up all night.

He sips slowly, the water helping. "You okay? Shep make it?" He shuts his eyes a second. "How's Maia?"

She manages a wry grin. "If Shep didn't make it you think I'd be anywhere other than curled up in a fetal postion somewhere? He's okay - for Shep. Some frostbite on his hands, shark bite on his ankle. Maia..."

She sighed. "Maia's doing okay now, i think. I left her sleeping in her room, with a note telling her where I was, and came to check up on you. She was pretty shocky last night. I got her cleaned up and into bed and stayed with her while she fell asleep. She's blaming herself for your injuries - something about the water ballons freezing?"

"Anyway, I think she's better. And I discovered that I look silly as hell in your jacket." She makes a face at him.

"Send her to see me now that I'm gonna live. All my stupid fault. Forgot to keep my head down." He reaches over and touches her face. "Bet you looked adorable in it."

He thinks a second. "Lana, I need a favor. Can you get me paper and pen? I just know Beautiful listened to the radio and I know he's panicking if they said anything about me being injured. Need to drop him a note."

"I told her if she slept I'd let her come see you when she got up."

She makes a face at the idea that she looked adorable in his jacket then pulls paper and a pen from her purse. "Brought some just in case. I told Maia I'd call him for you, but I didn't know how to reach him."

"Thanks. I'll comm him when I'm out of here. Need to call Chewie too. He'd gonna laugh at me and tell me next time to remember to stay under cover."

"Sounds like a smart idea." Lana smiled wearily at him. "I know I'd appreciate it if you and Shep would both learn that."

Maia stood outside Hans door for a few minutes, his jacket folded over her arm. She had seen Lana's note and come slowly, blaming herself for Hans injuries unsure if he would even want to see her after what happened. Swallowing hard she knocked softly on the door and opened it.

Lana got up and went over to the door. "Maia. Hey, you feeling better this morning? Han's good. He was just saying I should tell you to come see him."

Maia nodded holding tight still to Hans jacket. "Is he, is he really ok?" She whispered quietly her eyes meeting Lana's. "Thank you, for staying with me last night and leaving me the note for this morning."

"He's really going to be just fine. I wouldn't lie to you about something like that," Lana said firmly. "And he doesn't blame you and he's going to be thrilled to see you.'

"And you're welcome. I didn't leave till I was sure you were sound asleep, but I didn't want you to wake up and think I'd just abandoned you. I've been sitting down here with Han waiting for him to wake up." She gave Maia a fleeting half-smile. "Shep always jokes that they're going to end up giving him his own room or bed here. I think they're going to give me my own chair."

Maia smiled at the part about Shep's joke. "Yeah, I think between the two of us we can open our own ambulance service." She recalled Shep's arm during the sword fight. Stepping into the room the rest of the way Maia swallowed hard. "I know you wouldn't" Maia said her eyes soft and misty. "Your really are a wonderful friend Lana." She said and then she looked at Han in his hospital bed. "Oh" Her hand went to her mouth as she saw the damage that had been done.

"He's going to be *fine*," Lana said firmly again. "He's all patched up and will heal in no time."

Maia jumped a little at Lana's firmness, blinking quickly she nodded and then stepped up to Hans bed forcing a smile. "Hey." She said in a soft voice. "Hi, how are you feeling?" Maia touched the side rail of the bed with one hand and brushed some of Hans hair away with the other.

Lana placed the half bottle of Jameson's Whiskey, that Pippi had given her on, the bedside stand by Han. "Pippi brought this back to you," she said quietly.

"I'll leave you guys alone," she said. "I'll be back later to see you both, okay?" She gave them a half-smile and headed out of the room.

Maia started to call after her to say she didn't have to go but she was already gone.

"Hi Maia." Han gives her a smile. "Aside from feeling like I walked into a rotorblade, chest first, I'm pretty good." He reaches for the hand that was playing in his hair.

"Thanks for getting me in, sweetheart. You okay?"

Maia nodded blinking back tears "Yeah." She whispered taking his hand. "I was so scared." Some tears started to fall now. "I kept your jacket, I.." Maia closed her eyes and looked at him then "I thought if something were to happen that, you would have wanted Bagoas to have it." She whispered.

Han nods and squeezes her hand. "You thought right, sweetheart. Thanks for taking care of it."

He gives her a smile. "You know, you getting me here probably saved me. I owe you big, Maia. They say I'm going to be fine."

Maia breathed a sigh of total relief from his words from his own mouth the he was going to be alright, hearing it she nearly collapsed into the chair next to his bed. Crying harder she nodded unable to speak.

It seems like as good a time as any to try sitting up. With a couple of winces and one good indrawn breath, Han is able to reach Maia. "Baby, it's okay." He's no good with tears, so he just strokes her hair.

Maia kept breathing slowly trying to stop, she felt Han's hand on her hair and it started to calm her. "Yeah, yeah, your okay" She manged to say between sobs, "Your okay" Her crying quieted. "I-" She looked at him and then took his hand from her hair and pressed it to her lips. "Your ok." She said again to reassure herself. "I thought you were going to die."

"I know, doll. Me too for a few minutes there. But Chewie says I'm too tough to kill and too wicked to die young."

Maia laughed at that and brushed away her tears. "Chewie is right you are." She smiled and squeezed Hans hand and brushed away a final tear. "I'm gonna go baby and let you get some rest ok." She leaned forward and kissed Han gently on the lips. "I'm glad your ok."

Han holds the kiss a moment more than is strictly platonic. He catches a forgotten tear by the side of her nose. "No more of this, hear me?" he teases, holding up his damp thumb. "I'm going to get some rest until Dr. House says I can go. You take it easy and I'll be back in 402 just as quick as I can."

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