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Post by Dr. Wilson on Jan 15, 2007 13:45:20 GMT -5
James frowned as Bree seemed to slip into unconsciousness in the middle of trying to take his hand. She was either narcoleptic or had just fainted; either was weird, since all she had was the flu, but with a strange brain like hers, anything out of the ordinary was doubly dangerous. Thus, as Wilson ventured quickly into her kitchen to find a rag and some cool water for her forehead, his hand had slipped to the cell in his pocket.
Around 10 minutes after calling PPTH for an ambulance, Jimmy found himself opening the door for the blue suited paramedics. The one in charge nodded to him, and they spoke quietly for a moment as Bree was gently settled onto a stretcher. The journey back to the hospital was painfully slow, Wilson following the ambulance alone in his Volvo. The flu was usually something that people got over easily, especially if they'd had their shots. Fainting, shortness of breath, and Wilson had noticed an abnormally high temperature when he'd brushed the hair from her forehead; all textbook signs of an incredibly nasty case of the influenza virus.
Some minutes later, James could be found sitting in one of the chairs by Bree's hospital bed, trying to dispel his worries by burying himself in some random magazine. He managed it fairly well, too, looking as calm and collected as he ever did.
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Post by Brianna Grey on Jan 15, 2007 14:05:40 GMT -5
Brianna slept, or was out, for at least five hours before she stirred in the hospital bed. When she woke up, she didn't feel much better. But she did feel different, not about her illness. Whaever she was laying in felt different, not like her couch or bed and that ment she was somewhere unfamiliar. Except that she recognized it from a while ago. A long time ago, when she'd been admitted into a hospital.
Opening her eyes enough to see the rom that she was in, she was the whiteness of the ceiling first. She was in a hispital. Bree closed her eyes again to clear her head and try to get the foggyness out of it. She didn't remember coming here, and she didn't want to think about the reason she might have been brought. Opening her eyes again, she moved her head to the side to look at the room, and that's when she saw James with a magazine.
"'Morning, Doctor."
What was he doing, sitting there? If he was her doctor, he wouldn't have been reading a magazine... but then, why was he sitting there at whatever time of night it was? Brianna would have pushed herself to sit up, but she felt too tired, and the pillow was really comfortable. Instead, she let her gaze wandering over the rom for a moment, trying to come to some kind of an idea as to what was happening. One didn't come, but at least she wasn't alone.
"What is it?"
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Post by Dr. Wilson on Jan 15, 2007 15:58:42 GMT -5
"You're awake." He noted aloud with pleasant surprise, his magazine instantly forgotten. He'd been off work since before he came to her apartment; it was only eleven, anyway, and there hadn't been much to do for her except sit and keep her company. Strange that this was the room they'd given to Bree, out of all the rooms in the hospital. This, the room they'd had House in when he'd had his infarction. Wilson hated this room.
"You," he said, rising, "have a very severe case of the flu." James took a step or two so that he was at her bedside, smiling down at her with some concern. "It can be pretty serious when it's this bad, so...it's best if you stay here, at least until your fever goes down. You've been hovering around 104." A pretty serious temperature. They'd put an IV of cool saline in her arm in an attempt to keep things down a bit, but it didn't seem to be doing much. "How are you feeling? Do you remember what happened in your apartment?"
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Post by Brianna Grey on Jan 15, 2007 16:28:55 GMT -5
"The flu."
That was funny in itself. It wasn't funny that she was in a hospital bed and that it was probavbly very serious. No, what made it funny was that is was the flu. Such a simple thing that people got all the time every year. And this, not her brain, this was what had finally gotten her into this room. It was just funny, or at least it was to Bree. She chuckled softly, shifting slightly so that she could look up at Wilson.
"You stayed here all the time?"
It wasn't too hard to imagine, since he was the kind to have a large and caring heart. He's stuck her as the kind to go out of his way to be kind, ever since she first spoke to him. It was all in his smile, you could just tell. His concern was clear as he told her about her fever and that she should stay, and she just hoped that this would be over soon. Bree wanted to go back to work, and she wanted to go out to dinner with Wilson.
"I guess we have to reschedual, then."
Her apartment wasn't too fuzzy. She'd been making tea, Wilson had come over. Then... Well, actually after that it was a little uncertain. They'd been in the kitchen and then she'd been here. Her brow creased in concentration before she closed her eyes and rolled onto her side, facing him. She was still tired, that was why she didn't recall, or she'd passed out. That would explain why she'd come here.
"I see it."
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Post by Dr. Wilson on Jan 15, 2007 17:35:27 GMT -5
"No one likes to be alone in a hospital room." Wilson looked about him, taking in for a moment the stark white of the walls, the hypoallergenic everything, the sterile smell. Yes, of course he'd stayed with her. Waking up in a place like this, by yourself and probably confused...He looked back down to her, a smile on his face. If she wanted to reschedule, that meant she still wanted to take him up on his offer of dinner, which was rather pleasing to hear. "We will, but let's get you better first."
This was one of the most frustrating parts of being a doctor; treating someone you cared for. Not that he didn't care about his other patients, god no. But Bree...Bree was different. He didn't want to see her suffer, of course, but he didn't want anyone else to treat her and perhaps screw things up. Then again, he didn't want to treat her because what if he screwed up? James gave a near-imperceptible sigh at his dilemma, but nodded as Brianna said she remembered what had happened. "Good. Is there anything you need? Hungry? Thirsty?" His hands rested lightly at the very edge of the bed, dimpling the sheets. They should probably give her an MRI if things didn't start getting better soon; her brain might not've been what landed her here, but it might be the thing that kept her here.
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Post by Brianna Grey on Jan 15, 2007 17:44:05 GMT -5
Bree thought for a moment about what she might need. Her throat was still sore, so water might be nice. She wasn't hungry though, and wasn't sure if that would be be a bad sign. Resting her head on her arm, she moved her free hand over Wilsons. He really had a comforting way about him. Knowing that he had chosen to stay here, and wait with her was all she needed to make her feel better, at least emotionally.
"Water, please."
It wasn't helpful of her to take his hand before asking for something to drink, but she wasn't thinking in terms of practicality at the moment. She just liked the feeling of his hand in hers, as well as the idea of something soothing and cool to drink. She didn't have a grip on his hand, so he would be able to remove it easily, and she wouldn't protest. There were a few things that she had to try and sort out in her head. She was pretty sure that her insurance would be covering this, considering the kind she had was for the worse case senario.
"When are you expected back?"
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Post by Dr. Wilson on Jan 17, 2007 18:22:17 GMT -5
James softly covered her hand with his, noting with some tredipation the incredible warmth of her fingers. "Unless I get a page, they don't need me back until morning." He turned his gaze from her eyes for a moment to glance around the room in search of some water. None detected, he'd retract his hands from hers for a moment to go get some elsewhere. A step or two was taken backwards, one of his hands falling to the pocket of his pants to make sure that his wallet still resided within. Reassured of its presence, he glanced at her mildly, saying "I'll be right back" with his eyes instead of his mouth.
He shut the door behind him carefully and shuffled to the nearby drink machine without having to think about it much. That worn leather wallet of his produced a crisp single, which he fed into the slot of the hulking machine after a bit of finagling. Wilson pushed the large button displaying a water bottle with the hand that wasn't stationed firmly on his hip and waited for a moment as the machine grumbled and gargled and spat out the bottle. The doctor then retrieved it, slipping his wallet back into his pocket as he stepped back to the room.
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Post by Brianna Grey on Jan 17, 2007 18:37:43 GMT -5
Brianna was really happy that he could stay, and it sounded like he intended to. But, that also made her feel a little worried about how she felt. Meaning, she was tired and had been for a long time. She would feel bad if she ended up sleeping the whole night, and he was just there, sitting in a chair. She was about to comment on that, but before she could Wilson was heading out the door.
He gave her one of his sweet looks that let her know he wouldn't be gone long, and his hand left hers. She watched him until he was out of site, before she looked around the room. It wasa private one, meaning that there weren't any other beds. That ment that, If wilson were to get tired and fall asleep, he was going to wake up with one heck of a sore neck and back. She didn't want that...
When James walked back into the room, Bree had forced herself to sit up a little more, leaning back against the pillows. There wasn't a real reason for it, but she didn't want to be on her back just then. Also, it was dangerous to drink water when you weren't upright. It made it much too easy for it to go down the wrong tube, or just spill and get a person all wet.In sitting up, she found that she wasn't wearing her own clothes. Well, she should have seen that comming.
"I'm wearing a paper dress."
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Post by Dr. Wilson on Jan 20, 2007 17:51:46 GMT -5
James closed the door behind him when he reentered the room, as quiet as a mouse. A handsome mouse, though, with a blue oxford shirt whose sleeves had been rolled up past his elbows and a pair of pressed black slacks that fit him nicely. He had left his white coat in his car; he wasn't technically working at the moment anyway, despite the fact that he, Bree's attending, was sitting with her in her room. Dr. Wilson returned to her bedside, offering up the water bottle.
At her paper dress comment, he'd smile a bit, one eyebrow quirking in slight confusion. Was she...surprised? Angry? James wasn't sure how to respond. "Yes, of course." It was with an amused, but questioning tone. Hadn't she realized...? Bree was in a hospital, after all. The paper dresses were generally what patients wore...
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Post by Brianna Grey on Jan 20, 2007 18:28:42 GMT -5
"They're funny."
Bree smiled at him in thanks as he handed her the bottle of water, and worked the cap off it. It took a second to break the plactic hold that kept it together before it was opened for the first time, but once she did it was easy enough to get off. What was going on with her that made her muscles feel to weak? She didn't like the feeling, but she had to deal with it, until she was healthy again.
After taking a small drink, she put the bottle on the table that was next to the bed. She hadn't been upset by the fact that she was wearing this usual hospital gown, it was just a bit amusing. She remembered wearing one when she was much much younger. It had been so long, and hadn't expected to be back in one so soon. They were kind of scratchy, and she didn't like the feeling of them, but it was all part of the hospital patient experience.
"Will you sit with me?"
She moved herself over to once side of the bed, giving wilson room to sit down beside her. She missed human contact already. This place, just like any other hospital, was cold. The room was full of cold colors and it wasn't exactly welcoming. It was steril, but it wasn't a place that made a persn feel comfortable. It didn't have a human effect about it, it was just plain and it made her feel bad.
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Post by Dr. Wilson on Jan 20, 2007 23:00:06 GMT -5
Wilson smiled soberly. It wasn't within the confines of his nature, his personality, to make any other face but that at the moment. Standing there over her bed, watching her struggle to open a water bottle...a feeling of awe overtook him. Despite her state, she was smiling. Despite her sore throat, she was making lighthearted little statements. Perhaps it was because he knew, deep down, that in the same situations he paniced, was cowardly despite his best efforts to the contrary; it could have simply been that such cheerfulness in a bad situation was inspiring to most anyone. Either way, it was the very thing that House so loved to tease him about, the modus operandi of his persona.
"Of course." He spoke as he sat down carefully on the offered spot, perching on the bed beside her instead of in front of her. It was a gesture made in an attempt to be slightly less professional, distant, doctorly. James' arm pressed against hers as he leaned back, one shoulder on her pillow so as not to take up too much of the space on her bed. He was glad these things were bigger than your typical twin bed; Wilson positioned himself so that he was not an immediate infringement on her personal space, but was there beside her nonetheless. Intelligent, probing chocolately eyes were turned on Bree. "I'm sorry about having to bring you here, I know hospitals aren't always the most inviting of places. I was just...worried."
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Post by Brianna Grey on Jan 20, 2007 23:21:33 GMT -5
As Wilson sat down beside her, Bree waited until he was settled before doing anything. Her eyes met hers when he made his apology to her, and she smiled at him, grateful for his concern. She didn't know if being in here was necessary or not, but she felt good knowing that he cared so much about her. It onl added to the way that she'd felt when he moved beside her. Her emotional well-being made her feel physically better as he moved beside her. It was just a mental thing, it made her feel good.
"Thank you."
There wasn't really a word that could describe how much she loved the way he was so in touch with her, and saying things and doing things that she didn't even know she wanted yet. Like asking if she wanted something to drink, or telling her that he'd made a snap decision because he was worried. It was just wonderful, to her.
Brianna folded her legs up and leaned against Wilson, rested her head on his arm. His presence was so soothing, she wished that they'd gotten to have that dinner. She wished that they'd gotten to do a lot of things, but there would be time for that. This would be over soon enough. Closing her eyes, her hand moved to hold Wilsons as she let out a breath, trying to relax her sore muscles.
"You smell nice. What is it?"
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Post by Dr. Wilson on Jan 22, 2007 20:53:01 GMT -5
[this post is going to suck at life because my homework is taking over my life. so sorries, but I just wanted to get something out there. T__T ]
James' thumb roved over the bones in Bree's hand absentmindedly, his mind vaguely surprised at the comfort, the familiarity of her hand in his, of the weight of her head on his arm. He'd rest his head gently on top of hers, breathing in her scent mixed with the sterile smells of the hospital, content to sit with her for however long she needed him. At her question, he'd speak softly, his voice deep. "Shampoo, probably. Or soap." Wilson smiled. He didn't wear much cologne anymore; not since the divorce. There hadn't been any need to...after three broken marriages, he wasn't sure if he wanted to wear a golden ring again.
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Post by Brianna Grey on Jan 23, 2007 18:48:08 GMT -5
~~Aww, sorry about all the homework.~~
Brianna hadn't been in a relationship in a long time, and this wasn't even a relationship, but it reminded her of one.It reminded her of those times when you'd sit on the couch with someone special, not necissarily talking, but just enjoying the other persons company. She liked that feeling, and this was very similar to it. She felt like she could be like that with James, comfortable and easy, and just letting things happen. She smiled contentedly to herself, feeling his thumb move over her hand, and took a deep breath. His answer was a good one.
"Tre naturale. I like it."
The all natural thing worked really well for him. Guys who wore too much musk or something just didn't work well for her. It made her feel sick, and it reminded her of something that... she couldn't remember. It wasn't something that made a lot of sense, it was just a feeling that she didn't want to think about. And she definitly didn't with Wilson. Bree's breathing evened out soon enough, and her muscles relaxed so that her hand didn't have any kind of a hold on him, where it lay. She'd fallen asleep again, whatever drugs they'd given her for pain allowing her to get some rest.
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