Drabble Meme

[mer_duff]

Stealing from queenzulu, where I dithered too long, and deelaundry!

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble* of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

1. queenzulu - Foreman, failing
2. hannahrorlove - House/Stacy, home cooking
3. seschat - The Doctor/House or brilliant!Wilson
4. deelaundry - House and Wilson, a warm embrace
5. kirili - House, music or LLB

*(defined in this case as anything that fits in single comment) I'm best with characters from House, but if I've seen it, I'll attempt it (it just might take longer).

On another note - I've been traipsing about Faunasphere, and one of the developers is definitely a House fan. One of the tasks is called "The Volakis Foundation" and requires you to find 10 pieces of Amber and take it to the Differential stump in aid of a cure for something that played off amantadine poisoning :) Needless to say, I'm desperate to finish that one!

Comments

[mer-duff.livejournal.com]

Here you go! No epiphany, per se, but Wilson gets the gold star for the diagnosis...

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House liked to proclaim that the danger of specialization was myopia. Immunologists saw lupus on every corner; neurologists thought everything was about the brain, urologists went straight for the waterworks. When he was younger, Wilson jumped automatically to the cancer conclusion. But after years of working with House, he'd looked for stripes, as well as cancer markers. More often than not, the outcome was better. A rare, but treatable, disease was preferable to a death sentence any day. Not that cancer was always a death sentence, but as the head of oncology, Wilson ended up with a high proportion of terminal cases.

"Are you going to help or are you just going to stand there looking pretty?" House asked when Wilson dropped by Diagnostics to see if House was hungry. "This one looks like one of yours."

Wilson scanned the whiteboard for symptoms. Hydrothorax, ascites, elevated CA-125. All signs of advanced ovarian cancer. Wilson scanned the blood and urine reports. "CA-125 isn't that high. Could be a benign fibroma -- Meigs syndrome."

"No signs of any solid masses," Foreman replied, "but the ovaries are enlarged. We should do an exploratory laparoscopy."

"Urine tests show proteinuria and hematuria," Chase countered. "Could be renal cell carcinoma."

"No masses in the kidneys either. It's multiple myeloma leading to renal failure," House replied, starting to wipe the symptoms off the board. "Explains the fever and joint pain as well."

But Wilson wasn't ready to give up looking for stripes. "The levels of M-protein are too low." Something still bothered him about elevated CA-125. Not Meigs syndrome or pseudo-Meigs syndrome. It clicked, and he couldn't prevent a bubble of laughter. "Pseudo-psuedo-Meigs," he said. "Tjalma syndrome. It's a rare condition in SLE patients." He shook his head and laughed again. "This time it really is lupus."

[seschat.livejournal.com]

"Are you going to help or are you just going to stand there looking pretty?"

Don't pretend you don't want that, House. ;)

... aw, haha, it's brilliant! :D Thank you so much! *glomps you*

[mer-duff.livejournal.com]

You're welcome! We do know how House feels about office decor :)

[seschat.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, it certainly should help him get over the disappointment of not being able to torture the diagnosis out of his minions, anyway ;) Wilson ruined all his fun, hehe :D