{Supernatural/House} Ficlet 2 - On the Edge
Ficlet Name: On the Edge
Fandom: Supernatural / House Crossover
Author: Bon
Rating: 12
Part: 2
Words: 908
Summary: Part of the seven ficlets in seven days challenge. Doctor Chase is now out on his own in Houston General after his internship with House. A patient presents with a rather unusual set of symptoms and it’s up to Chase to make the diagnosis.
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Chase stood to recheck the man’s vitals for what must have been the fifth time that hour. He couldn’t just stand by and watch the stats dropping. He felt that he needed to do something but no medicine in the hospital would work on this demon virus. Holy water and the proper words were the only hope and Chase hated it. He hadn’t felt this helpless since his first solo trauma during his ER rotation. He let his eyes wander to the defibrillator sitting at the side of the bed, just in case. Chase honestly didn’t know if it would even help, but he wasn’t giving the man up without a fight.
Footsteps sounded behind him and Chase turned, about to send the person away when he saw the familiar face of the man he knew as Pastor Jim. A retired priest and Chase’s old seminary teacher. The man who told him that the monsters under the bed were real and just waiting for a chance to strike out at the innocents of the world. Held back by only a few good people in the world who took the risk of standing between the chaos and the Light.
“Sir. Thanks for coming.” Chase walked around to shake the man’s hand.
“No problem, Robert. I told you that whenever you needed me that I’d be there.” The older man smiled at Chase. “So what’s the problem?”
Chase led the ex-priest to the man’s bedside. It took but a second before he had the wound uncovered again. The blackness had spread out further, moving aggressively through the visible veins.
“Winchester. Damn! What did you get yourself into this time?” Pastor Jim barely breathed the words but it was loud enough for Chase.
“You know him?” Chase asked.
“Yeah. John’s been a friend for more years than I can remember. We hunted together for a while but when we both realised that it wasn’t my calling, I took care of his kids while he continued the fight. He’s one of the good one’s, Robert. One of the few.” The man’s voice was sombre as he spoke.
Chase nodded. “He told admitting that it was an animal attack but the infection, the tests… It is what I think, isn’t it?”
The Pastor leaned in and pressed the side of one of the slash marks. The wound oozed a mixture of black and yellow.
“Yeah. Looks like viral possession. Hasn’t got him yet though. He’s a fighter. But we ain’t got time.”
Chase nodded again, bowing to the older man’s experience, and turned to close the blinds on the room. This was not something he wanted to explain to the medical board. He watched the Pastor pull out the tools of his trade and launch into Latin verse. Chase couldn’t help but repeat the words in his own mind, translating them as he went. His own will added to the Pastor’s. The world needed more of these men, not less.
The man, John Winchester, bucked on the bed. He was seizing. Chase moved closer to the defibrillator, just in case. He pulled out an injector of adrenalin, ready to administer it should the worst happen. He was screaming. Shouting. Bucking. It was amazing that no one else had burst into the room yet. And then silence.
The room was unnaturally still. Chase looked at the Pastor, about to ask something when the familiar tone of flatline sounded. Chase moved, stabbing the adrenalin straight into the man’s heart. He grabbed the paddles, clicking the button to charge the machine. He watched the indicator charging as he placed the protective pads in place. Habit kicked in and he shouted ‘clear’ as he pressed the paddles to the man’s chest.
He bucked again as the current ran through him. Chase watched the monitors. A faint blip and then nothing again. Chase did it again, adding his prayers this time. A blip. Another one. And another. A regular rhythm. Chase put the paddles back and started checking his vitals. Everything seemed normal.
Chase breathed a sigh of relief.
“Good job, Robert.”
Chase looked up, a little embarrassed that he had forgotten that Pastor Jim was standing there. There was something about the injured man. More than just the fact that he was fighting to save the world on a daily basis. Something more. Something different. Chase shook his head. He was being stupid.
“He looks okay. Vitals are steady and normal.” Chase picked up the chart and wrote. “I’ll put the episode down as a bad reaction to a drug. They won’t question it.”
Pastor Jim nodded. “With every passing day, I am prouder of you. I’m glad you dropped out of the seminary. You do good work here.”
Chase blushed at the praise.
“You should go home. I’ll stay here.” The Pastor said, patting Chase on the shoulder.
“No…” Chase paused. “I… I feel like I need to stay here. I don’t know why but… I need to stay.”
Pastor Jim nodded and pulled up a second chair. “Don’t question it, Chase. Just go with it.”
Chase sat, his eyes never leaving the sleeping form in front of him as he waited for the man to wake up. They say it’s darkest before the dawn, but morning always comes. They wouldn’t know until morning whether the treatments, mystical and medical, had worked. But so far everything looked good. Now as long as it stayed that way.
Fandom: Supernatural / House Crossover
Author: Bon
Rating: 12
Part: 2
Words: 908
Summary: Part of the seven ficlets in seven days challenge. Doctor Chase is now out on his own in Houston General after his internship with House. A patient presents with a rather unusual set of symptoms and it’s up to Chase to make the diagnosis.
~#~#~
Chase stood to recheck the man’s vitals for what must have been the fifth time that hour. He couldn’t just stand by and watch the stats dropping. He felt that he needed to do something but no medicine in the hospital would work on this demon virus. Holy water and the proper words were the only hope and Chase hated it. He hadn’t felt this helpless since his first solo trauma during his ER rotation. He let his eyes wander to the defibrillator sitting at the side of the bed, just in case. Chase honestly didn’t know if it would even help, but he wasn’t giving the man up without a fight.
Footsteps sounded behind him and Chase turned, about to send the person away when he saw the familiar face of the man he knew as Pastor Jim. A retired priest and Chase’s old seminary teacher. The man who told him that the monsters under the bed were real and just waiting for a chance to strike out at the innocents of the world. Held back by only a few good people in the world who took the risk of standing between the chaos and the Light.
“Sir. Thanks for coming.” Chase walked around to shake the man’s hand.
“No problem, Robert. I told you that whenever you needed me that I’d be there.” The older man smiled at Chase. “So what’s the problem?”
Chase led the ex-priest to the man’s bedside. It took but a second before he had the wound uncovered again. The blackness had spread out further, moving aggressively through the visible veins.
“Winchester. Damn! What did you get yourself into this time?” Pastor Jim barely breathed the words but it was loud enough for Chase.
“You know him?” Chase asked.
“Yeah. John’s been a friend for more years than I can remember. We hunted together for a while but when we both realised that it wasn’t my calling, I took care of his kids while he continued the fight. He’s one of the good one’s, Robert. One of the few.” The man’s voice was sombre as he spoke.
Chase nodded. “He told admitting that it was an animal attack but the infection, the tests… It is what I think, isn’t it?”
The Pastor leaned in and pressed the side of one of the slash marks. The wound oozed a mixture of black and yellow.
“Yeah. Looks like viral possession. Hasn’t got him yet though. He’s a fighter. But we ain’t got time.”
Chase nodded again, bowing to the older man’s experience, and turned to close the blinds on the room. This was not something he wanted to explain to the medical board. He watched the Pastor pull out the tools of his trade and launch into Latin verse. Chase couldn’t help but repeat the words in his own mind, translating them as he went. His own will added to the Pastor’s. The world needed more of these men, not less.
The man, John Winchester, bucked on the bed. He was seizing. Chase moved closer to the defibrillator, just in case. He pulled out an injector of adrenalin, ready to administer it should the worst happen. He was screaming. Shouting. Bucking. It was amazing that no one else had burst into the room yet. And then silence.
The room was unnaturally still. Chase looked at the Pastor, about to ask something when the familiar tone of flatline sounded. Chase moved, stabbing the adrenalin straight into the man’s heart. He grabbed the paddles, clicking the button to charge the machine. He watched the indicator charging as he placed the protective pads in place. Habit kicked in and he shouted ‘clear’ as he pressed the paddles to the man’s chest.
He bucked again as the current ran through him. Chase watched the monitors. A faint blip and then nothing again. Chase did it again, adding his prayers this time. A blip. Another one. And another. A regular rhythm. Chase put the paddles back and started checking his vitals. Everything seemed normal.
Chase breathed a sigh of relief.
“Good job, Robert.”
Chase looked up, a little embarrassed that he had forgotten that Pastor Jim was standing there. There was something about the injured man. More than just the fact that he was fighting to save the world on a daily basis. Something more. Something different. Chase shook his head. He was being stupid.
“He looks okay. Vitals are steady and normal.” Chase picked up the chart and wrote. “I’ll put the episode down as a bad reaction to a drug. They won’t question it.”
Pastor Jim nodded. “With every passing day, I am prouder of you. I’m glad you dropped out of the seminary. You do good work here.”
Chase blushed at the praise.
“You should go home. I’ll stay here.” The Pastor said, patting Chase on the shoulder.
“No…” Chase paused. “I… I feel like I need to stay here. I don’t know why but… I need to stay.”
Pastor Jim nodded and pulled up a second chair. “Don’t question it, Chase. Just go with it.”
Chase sat, his eyes never leaving the sleeping form in front of him as he waited for the man to wake up. They say it’s darkest before the dawn, but morning always comes. They wouldn’t know until morning whether the treatments, mystical and medical, had worked. But so far everything looked good. Now as long as it stayed that way.