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Mar. 7th, 2008 @ 03:08 pm Sleeping Man: Inside 12/?

Author: Maineac
Characters: House, Wilson, Cuddy, Chase with a dash of Foreman and a pinch of Cameron.
Rating/Pairing: Gen; a mild R for language; H/W strong friendship (slash if you wear slash goggles)
Summary  : The fallout from House's recent misadventure. Follows Sleeping Man: Outside. 
Timeline: Set in the early fall of Season 3.
Earlier parts here:
Part 1 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
What the Critics Are Saying About SM:I:


“Lambent, lucid prose…Compelling reading. I was utterly charmed.”        —Martin Grey

“And if you take too long with the next chapter, I’ll break your 
other jaw.”        –Ibid



"Fantastico cuento. Se debe leer lo inmediatamente; si no, preparase a morir estupido."
           —El Pais, Madrid
"...une des meilleures fanfictions [du monde]. Parfaitement bien écrite, haletante, bouleversante, quelquefois drôle, toujours touchante. A lire absolument."      
        — Le Figaro, Paris

“Yes! We told you Hugh Laurie was losing his hair. Exclusive photos.”    —The Daily Mail, London

 “SM:I’s fascinating characters and storyline are ruined, for this reviewer, by the glaring inaccuracies of the medicine. In Part 1, for example, a nurse tries to start an IV using an 18-gauge needle, when a 16-gauge needle is clearly called for. I know it’s fiction, willing suspension of disbelief, etc., but still. —Dr. Huu, Medical Economics

“Derivative.”—Soap Opera Digest
“And also clichéd. I mean, amnesia? Please.”—Soap Opera News

When Wilson next checked, over the top of his newspaper, House was awake again, staring at the ceiling. He spoke without turning his head, as if talking to himself.

“Wilson. Cuddy. Chase."

Wilson lowered the newspaper and waited. He could almost see House trying to process something.

 "So, who’s… the beauty?” House asked finally.




“Skinny brunette…With Cuddy.”


“Oh, her. That’s Cameron. One of your fellows.”


“Why does she…look at me that way?”


“It’s, uh, this Beauty and the Beast thing she has going on.”


It took House a moment to digest this. “I’m the Beast?”


“Well, I hope this doesn’t come as a shock, but you sure aren’t the Beauty.” Wilson was surprised to see the corners of House’s mouth tug upwards in an almost-smile.


“And she thinks…one kiss will…what?”


“Fix you.”


“Mmmm.” He was starting to drift off again. “Think it’s gonna take…more than that.”



At several other points during the lengthy dialysis procedure, House opened his eyes again.


Wilson’s earlier eagerness to take advantage of these brief windows of semi-lucidity on House’s part quickly faded. It was abundantly clear that House didn’t recognize him, and it was too eerie, and far too painful, this House-as-stranger business. Foreman had said that being back on familiar ground should help House recover his memory. While every case of retrograde amnesia was different, he suggested that House would either remember everything, and soon, or there was a strong chance he would never remember his past at all, ever. And he was concerned that House had shown little change, very few signs of recognition, during the brief moments when he was conscious. Wilson had been trying to convince himself that the reason for this was that House was so out of it—his brain and body so racked with fever, pain, or the systemic toxins from the ARF, or all three—that even when he was ‘awake’ he had not been able to really register where he was.


Wilson tried to imagine what would happen if House never did recover his memory of the past. Would they have to rebuild their friendship from scratch? Was such a thing even possible? Would House even want to try? After all, he had always claimed he didn’t need friends, and he would only have Wilson’s—a stranger’s--assurances that they had once been friends. 

Wilson’s own brain was too tired to grapple with this possibility. It had been three straight nights now with almost no sleep, and he was actually relieved that the return of House’s fever and pain, as the dialysis progressed, made him lose interest in talking. Wilson told himself he wouldn’t think about the ‘what if’s’ just now. Tomorrow was another day. He would think about all that tomorrow. Assuming House lived that long.



As soon as dialysis was finished, House was transferred back to his bed in the ICU. He was sweaty with fever, and rigid with pain. He resisted all attempts to get him to uncurl from the semi-fetal position he had resorted to, to ease the pain in his leg. Chase quickly hooked him up to the monitors, re-started the IV antibiotics, and wrote him an order for IV Demerol.


The nurse who brought the pain meds also brought House’s most recent lab work. Chase studied the results, and the monitors.


“Looking much better, House,” he said at last, an expression of relief on his face. He nodded at the nurse to start the pain meds. “Just a few more minutes, House, and you’ll feel much better, too.”  He put a hand on House’s shoulder, feeling the clenched muscles slowly relax, the breathing ease as the Demerol kicked in. “He should sleep now—really sleep,” Chase assured Wilson. “And so should you, if you don’t mind me saying so.”


“Will do,” said Wilson. But once Chase had left, he glanced out the window at the setting sun and then at House, who was watching him blearily through half-lidded eyes. He took three pills from his jacket pocket and swallowed them dry, House style. “Not just yet though,” he said to no one in particular, and pulled up a chair.


“Night, House,” he added, as House’s eyes finally closed.


“Mmmm,” mumbled House.
[A/N: Thanks to all the readers who forwarded reviews of SM:I from all around the world. I'm truly touched and astounded.]



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Date:March 7th, 2008 09:48 pm (UTC)
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LOL! Martin Grey's review was a bit... creepy, don't you think? You know, I'm having negative vibes from that guy... ;)
And the link needs fixing but it's not really important...

what is important is.. yay update! And he's better - even if still not recognizing Wilson.
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Date:March 7th, 2008 10:21 pm (UTC)
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Thanks. I also fixed the link to the "Daily Mail" photos. LJ doesn't like me today.
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Date:March 7th, 2008 09:55 pm (UTC)
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Can I have what Wilson's having? I'm so tired and I have so much to do!

Ack, poor House and poor Wilson. I hope he won't have to do any friendship rebuilding.
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Date:March 7th, 2008 10:34 pm (UTC)
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I'm dying to see what will develop know, from zero ground, friendship, nothing, or everything...?

keep on rolling, great job^^ wilson is so in-character!
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Date:March 7th, 2008 10:45 pm (UTC)
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Love it, so much as always. <3 Ah, if Wilson only knoew how much House had missed him when he wasn't there briefly, I think he'd be less worried ...
Date:March 7th, 2008 11:36 pm (UTC)
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Happy, happy, joy, joy have another update I can read. Thank you. Glad House is getter better medical wise and sure hope you don't plan on hurting him again soon. Poor Wilson, he want so much for House to start getting better and recognize him I can feel him hurting from here. Cameron doesn't have a chance. House is already accusing Wilson and him have a thing (hee, hee, heeeee) so Wilson need to let her know to back off. Knowing House he probably won't let them know when he does remember for awhile to see their reaction. Please continue and update again soon.
Date:March 8th, 2008 01:03 am (UTC)
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Yay! These updates are making me happy enough to break out of lurkerdom :P So glad House is getting better, if slowly.
Date:March 8th, 2008 01:34 am (UTC)
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Oh, I'm still VERY much enjoying this. And your headers never fail to make me giggle.
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Date:March 8th, 2008 02:13 am (UTC)
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I continue to love this story more everyday.
Date:March 8th, 2008 04:03 am (UTC)
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He took three pills from his jacket pocket and swallowed them dry, House style.

Is that, *gasp*, speed? Wilson dosed himself? Nevermind. I'm an idiot. House watching and remembering details is so authentic.

"Would they have to rebuild their friendship from scratch?"

I like how you've already built into the story(ch 10 “He’s just gone to take a quick shower") that the friendship, if forgotten, is already past scratch.
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Date:March 8th, 2008 04:34 am (UTC)
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I think both House and Wilson need some sleep.

Are you gonna let House gain some of his memories back or is Wilson going to have to suffer while they try to rebuild what can never be rebuilt exactly the same.

Whatever happens, I'll be here.
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Date:March 8th, 2008 06:09 am (UTC)
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Oh, Wilson. You're not going to be much help if you make yourself sick, too.

So nice to come home and find a fresh chapter. I laughed out loud when I saw that Martin had contributed a review. Brilliant!

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Date:March 8th, 2008 12:31 pm (UTC)
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Beauty and the Beast... well, at least he´s not a hairy beast.
This needs to go on and on and... because it´s so good.
Date:March 11th, 2008 02:23 am (UTC)
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*Guards forearms* 16-gauge?! Owwwwwww! Dr. Huu is a sadistic jackass!
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Date:March 17th, 2008 12:36 pm (UTC)
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So good! Favorite line in this chapter “It’s, uh, this Beauty and the Beast thing she has going on.” LOL So funny and so good! :))