[log] Look Away, Look Away [closed]

[rubikscomplex]

Characters: Gregory House, Stephen Strange, Claire Temple, Ecks, Rhys, Angel
Location: Building 29
Date: Night 202
Summary: Traumatized by their exciting adventure in the snow, a bunch of people turn up at a shed where House made the mistake of staying put.
Warnings: Severe injury (face mutilation), blood, burns, frostbite, narcotics withdrawal, suicidal ideations, general discussion of psychological trauma

[A small shed outside the school, going inside reveals sports equipment is being stored in here. There are hurdles, various sports balls, giant mats, and the like. There's nothing that could be used as a weapon, though, unless you're going to try to hurl a basketball at someone's head. This is the only place on the campus it's possible to stay in overnight--if you try to stay anywhere else, you'll be made to leave at 7PM. The following is written on the wall in blue ink: "This is Building 46 on the composite map. Contact @CaptSteveRogers for details." Underneath is a fairly accurate map showing the shed in relation to the school. The school is labeled "School. Food available in cafeteria; DO NOT STAY HERE OVERNIGHT." The shed is labeled "Shed". Behind the shed is a small army of snowmen armed with sports equipment. There's a drawing spraypainted on the inside of the shed. It has been labeled "GEROMY". The skin color has been left blank.]

Comments

[nursetemple]

[Alien is the first thing that comes up in her head, too, and she grimaces.]

Did it look like a face-hugger, too?

[She leans close to take out another chunk, her free hand pressing on his shoulder a little, keeping him immobile.]

We... I don't even know what we saw. There was something, for sure, but it was the noises it made, it was like it was trying to fry our nervous systems.

[rubikscomplex]

More like a lamprey. We like our nautical themes here. [House tries to stay as still as he can.]

Sounds like more fun for you than me. I'm gonna throw up, if you wanna pull back for a second. [The nausea is hitting a peak, and while he's already thrown up enough that it's more likely to be dry heaves, he'd rather not risk it.]

[nursetemple]

[Keeping her features as neutral as possible, Claire pulls back, giving him some space to do his business. She'd tell him to be careful of the bandages on his face, but that would just be cruel, and she doesn't have time for it right now.]

It sure was fun. [She murmurs, sarcasm dripping off of every word.] We passed out in the snow. When I came to, I had these.

[She motions for her arms, the long, obvious burns there not really hurting anymore, just itching.]

I got off lightly.

[rubikscomplex]

[House leans to the side and heaves. There's the taste of bile in the back of his throat, but nothing actually comes out. It's a few seconds of that pain and excitement before he can settle back against the wall.]

Others. What happened to the others? We should be recording the data.

[nursetemple]

Think we'd find a pattern in it?

[She doubts that very much, but getting more data is never a bad idea. She waits for him to settle back before going back to work on his wounds.]

Doing okay?

[rubikscomplex]

Maybe.

Stop asking stupid questions. I don't care about bedside manner.

[And her checking in is just annoying.]

[nursetemple]

Yeah, well maybe I do. Stop being a dick.

[She's not in the mood for this.]

[rubikscomplex]

My face is falling off, and you're a nurse. I'm allowed to be a dick to you. It's in your job description.

[nursetemple]

Yeah but right now? I'm not getting paid for it, I'm only doing it from the goodness of my heart. So refrain, or I'm done with your whiny self.

[Although she can imagine it will only give him more reason to be annoying to everybody else.]

cw: insensitivity regarding disabilities

[rubikscomplex]

You wanna let Strange try to pull chunks of plastic out of me? That'll go real well. Hope you enjoy the sound of me screaming because he shakes like a freaking Parkinson's patient.

cw: insensitivity regarding disabilities

[nursetemple]

[She sighs loudly, pulling another piece of his broke, exploded tablet out of his chest. Then she looks up at him, her face stern, tired.]

Honestly, all I really want right now is for you to be quiet for two seconds. I don't imagine you can actually stop insulting everyone around because you don't seem to know how not to be pushing buttons or lashing out, so I'll settle for just. Quiet while I work. Otherwise I will be done with you and your options will be severely limited. All right?

[rubikscomplex]

[House doesn't actually want to talk.]

You started the conversation.

[But other than that petulant jibe, he falls quiet apart from muffled sounds of pain as he bites his lip and just endures.]