the_mist_ooc | GP - London Calling

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It had been months now, and London remained. The mist hadn't rolled back in, they hadn't all been dragged back to the icy beaches, and life was normal. ...Sort of. ...At least for the people who'd started in London. For others it was like being dumped somewhere new again, forced to either try and make their way home, or build a new life in a new city.

(OTA! London is here to stay, though the mist is still lurking, waiting to creep back in now and then.)

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From:

prince_of_nymphs

"I'm quitting, I swear. ...Any day now," he added with a soft laugh, turning slightly to face Greg. He was still wearing makeup from being on set, the faint contour accentuating his already slightly hollow cheeks and sharp collarbones.

"They said I can't go until I get my head looked at. The insurance company demands paperwork," he sighed. "One tiny bump on the head, but they're acting like I took a spill out of a moving car or something. ...Don't suppose you can smuggle me out, can you?"

From:

drfeelbad

House arched a brow. "You really want to piss them off?"

From:

prince_of_nymphs

Fin sighed, then shook his head. "No, I suppose not. Could tell them you're my GP though. They might settle for you checking me over."

From:

drfeelbad

"If it'll get me out of clinic duty, it's perfectly fine with me," House said. "Come with me." He led them back into the hospital. A nurse hurried up to them. "Mr. Flynn, we've been looking for - "

"I'm his GP," said House, cutting her off. "I'll check him out, give me his chart."

She frowned, and looked at Fin. "You're scheduled for a cat scan, Mr. Flynn."

From:

prince_of_nymphs

"A cat scan? I landed in the grass," Fin argued, glancing back at his manager. "Surely this isn't necessary."

His manager simply held her hands up. "Its a coproduction with an American company, Fin. They're asking for paperwork, you're obligated to provide it."

The fae rolled his eyes then sighed. "Fine, but I want my GP there for it. If I'm getting shoved in a tube I at least get to have your best man looking over the results," he insisted. Though what he really wanted was Greg's company.

From:

drfeelbad

The nurse was looking at House skeptically. But then she only shrugged and said, "All right, this way."

"So how'd you fall anyway?" House asked Fin as they walked.

From:

prince_of_nymphs

"Oh, Richard Vesting tackled me," Fin grinned. "We're shooting a pilot together. Not his fault I got banged up though. I've never been graceful, and falling correctly is quite the art form."

From:

drfeelbad

"Who's Richard Vance?" House asked, and the nurse actually rolled her eyes.

She clearly didn't like him. Must have meant they'd already met.

From:

prince_of_nymphs

"You'd know his face if you saw it," Fin assured him. "Good fun though, playing a detective type. They've ordered a series, but they want to do a test audience on the pilot before we film more."

He smiled then, gently nudging Greg's arm. "Suppose you've been busy saving lives and telling people they're thick."

From:

drfeelbad

“I like soap operas,” House said dryly.

“I didn’t know you had regular patients as a GP,” the nurse suddenly said as they walked into the room with the scanner.

“I make exceptions for the ones that aren’t thick.”

From:

prince_of_nymphs

Fin smiled warmly at that, letting out a quiet chuckle. His smile faded at the sight of the scanner though, looking a bit nervous. The fae didn't care much for small spaces.

From:

drfeelbad

"You do realize this is a waste of hospital resources," House said to the nurse. "Let's at least make it quick shall we?"

From:

prince_of_nymphs

The nurse gave him a hard look, but didn't waste any time getting Fin ready and into the machine.

"I should warn you, I am a tad bit claustrophobic," the fae told them both.

From:

drfeelbad

"Breathe slowly and deeply while counting to three with each breath," said the nurse. "Focus on something safe, and remind yourself repeatedly that your fear and anxiety will pass."

She handed him a hospital gown. "Put this on and lie down on the table."

"That's bullshit advice," House added to Fin. "But I'll be here, you'll be fine."

From:

prince_of_nymphs

Fin took the gown and sighed, before glancing over at Greg.

"Really, I have to wear the gown?" he asked.

From:

drfeelbad

"I promise I won't look at your ass," House quipped, just as the nurse went behind a wall to where the controls for the machine were.

From:

prince_of_nymphs

"Oh, but I'll be so hurt if you don't," Fin teased, glancing at the nurse who was currently paying him no mind, then blushing and smiling as he ducked behind a small privacy curtain to change.

When he emerged he was swimming in the paper gown, still tugging on the strings a bit and knotting them tighter.

"Is this the loud machine then?" he asked Greg. "One of them's loud, I forget which."

From:

drfeelbad

"It's not," House assured him. "Just close your eyes when you're in there, you won't even know you're there."

From:

prince_of_nymphs

Fin seemed to relax at that, and he smiled before following the nurse's instructions and settling in.

"God help us all if I ever trip on the pavement. They'll have me in a full body cast."

From:

drfeelbad

"I'd saw you out of it," House promised. "Now, close your eyes, it'll be over soon." He gestured to the nurse to turn on the machine.

From:

prince_of_nymphs

Fin nodded, closing his eyes and taking a slow and calming breath.

From:

drfeelbad

The scanner really wasn't loud like an MRI machine was, so House stood nearby and told Fin the story of one of his cases back in Princeton, when he'd saved the life of one of his favorite jazz musicians.

From:

prince_of_nymphs

Fin liked when Greg talked, it always felt like a rare treat.

"You've had a fascinating career," he said. "You should write a book."

From:

drfeelbad

"Books tend to be hard sells without likeable protagonists," House said dryly. "Don't talk. You need to stay still." He looked at which watch. "Perhaps two more minutes."