New Fic: What You Need: The First One
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Title: What You Need
Author: Namaste
Summary: "So where do you buy these things? Do they have cane stores?" -- John Henry Giles, "DNR" Short stories of how House came by his canes over the years, told through a series of flash fics. PG. This one is about 400 words. Part one of thirteen.
The first one is standard issue hospital drab, a dull gray that's supposed to blend into the background along with IV stands and bed rails. There's a hard black plastic grip and House feels sweat under his palm the first time he wraps his fingers around it. It's everything he hates: utilitarian, boring, another sign of how his life has changed.
"It's progress," Wilson points out. "First the wheelchair, then crutches, now the cane, and then ..."
"Then nothing." House holds the cane between his fingers, the metal cool beneath his skin. The crutches are on the floor still within reach if he wants them. "You've seen the same scans I have. It's not going to get any better than this."
"You don't know that. Maybe if you ..."
House stares at Wilson, cuts off whatever useless bit of advice he was about to give. Wilson doesn't say anything else, just stands there with his hands on his hips, shaking his head as he looks down at House.
House waits until Wilson leaves -- until there's no one there to watch -- before he places the cane on the floor, to push down on it and feel it take his weight. He stands there, in front of the couch, hating the way his body angles to one side, the way it depends on this piece of aluminum and plastic. It doesn't feel right, doesn't feel normal, but then normal doesn't mean anything anymore.
He takes a half-step out away from the couch, and thinks for a moment that he's going to fall, that his leg will betray him again. He tries another, feels the weakness on his right side. He feels exposed, like some old fort on a coastline whose defenses have crumbled into the sea. He's vulnerable. Open to attack from one side.
He ignores the therapist's instructions and moves the cane over to his right hand, braces himself against it, and takes another step.
The second one is polished mahogany ...
Author: Namaste
Summary: "So where do you buy these things? Do they have cane stores?" -- John Henry Giles, "DNR" Short stories of how House came by his canes over the years, told through a series of flash fics. PG. This one is about 400 words. Part one of thirteen.
The first one is standard issue hospital drab, a dull gray that's supposed to blend into the background along with IV stands and bed rails. There's a hard black plastic grip and House feels sweat under his palm the first time he wraps his fingers around it. It's everything he hates: utilitarian, boring, another sign of how his life has changed.
"It's progress," Wilson points out. "First the wheelchair, then crutches, now the cane, and then ..."
"Then nothing." House holds the cane between his fingers, the metal cool beneath his skin. The crutches are on the floor still within reach if he wants them. "You've seen the same scans I have. It's not going to get any better than this."
"You don't know that. Maybe if you ..."
House stares at Wilson, cuts off whatever useless bit of advice he was about to give. Wilson doesn't say anything else, just stands there with his hands on his hips, shaking his head as he looks down at House.
House waits until Wilson leaves -- until there's no one there to watch -- before he places the cane on the floor, to push down on it and feel it take his weight. He stands there, in front of the couch, hating the way his body angles to one side, the way it depends on this piece of aluminum and plastic. It doesn't feel right, doesn't feel normal, but then normal doesn't mean anything anymore.
He takes a half-step out away from the couch, and thinks for a moment that he's going to fall, that his leg will betray him again. He tries another, feels the weakness on his right side. He feels exposed, like some old fort on a coastline whose defenses have crumbled into the sea. He's vulnerable. Open to attack from one side.
He ignores the therapist's instructions and moves the cane over to his right hand, braces himself against it, and takes another step.
The second one is polished mahogany ...
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Date: 2008-07-14 08:20 pm (UTC)And hard plastic grips are the worst - not only do they hurt your hands, they make your hands go sweaty so they slip and you either fall and get hurt or make a weird movement so as not to fall and get hurt, too.
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Date: 2008-07-15 12:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-14 09:43 pm (UTC)Very nice new idea as to why House uses the cane on the right. It makes a lot of sense.
Thanks for sharing. One new ficlet every day would be very nice!
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Date: 2008-07-15 12:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-14 11:41 pm (UTC)An elderly man I knew (he was a member of our church and a retired doctor who'd founded the town's first hospital) had to walk with a cane in the last few years of his life. He told me once, "You know, a lot of people think this a sign of getting feeble, but they're really very handy." Which he demonstrated by whipping it out and pulling a hassock to his feet. I often think of him when I see House doing his cane tricks. :)
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Date: 2008-07-15 02:18 am (UTC)(I'm with House, I /hate/ the hospital issue canes. they're just - augh. *flail*) <3
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Date: 2008-07-15 05:02 am (UTC)Great little bit, loved the mention of him being "open to attack" and Wilson's hovering. Well played! :)
Looking forward to more soon! :)
Though I am still sad that the flame cane was apparently lost in the bus accident... :(
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Date: 2008-07-15 12:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-15 05:34 am (UTC)"Then nothing." House holds the cane between his fingers, the metal cool beneath his skin. The crutches are on the floor still within reach if he wants them. "You've seen the same scans I have. It's not going to get any better than this."
I loved this line. House, always the realist.
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Date: 2008-07-15 12:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-15 05:46 pm (UTC)Are there going to be any canes between this one and the one House was using when we met him? It had been five years at that point. He must have tried a few.
This is going to be a great series.
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Date: 2008-07-15 06:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-15 08:14 pm (UTC)That vulnerability he felt on the right side is such a nice touch. Great explanation on House's reasoning to switch the cane to his right hand.
And so painful when he was talking with WIlson about his progression, or lack thereof.
On to the next one...
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Date: 2008-07-23 10:19 am (UTC)I love the idea of this series!