I haven't forgotten about this! Here's a few paragraphs, edited a little to keep spoilers at bay. -
"Foggy isn't my anything, now will you get that -- fucking thing out of my face!" Murdoch seized the end of the cane with both hands and wrenched it out of House's grasp. With a frustrated yell he sent it flying across the room. It bounced off the window and clattered noisily behind the fold out couch. Gasping, he fell back on his pillows, clutching at his heart while the monitor beeped a warning.
House snorted and parked his ass on the edge of the bed. "You know, if I were in your position -- what with the seizures and whatnot -- I wouldn't overreact like that to easy questions."
Murdoch breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth. Trying to force his heart-rate back down -- good luck with that, pretty boy. House noted the violent tremble in his left hand -- the one with the isolated ulnar fracture, the one with the forearm brace and Murdoch was right-handed but you lead with your weak hand Greg so you can switch later and take 'em by surprise, come on now hit me!
House shook it off. He didn't need his father instructing him about the ins and outs of fighting. "It's a simple question," he repeated. The monitor kept beeping; he had maybe sixty seconds before Murdoch slid into full-blown tachycardia. "And if you want to walk out out of here under your own power then tell me the truth. I'd think even a blind guy could see why."
Murdoch bared his teeth in a snarl. "My relationships have nothing to do with why I'm in a hospital bed, Doctor."
Honesty was too much to hope for, House thought wearily. Ah, well.
Re: Daredevil/House MD Crossover - Preview Thing
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"Foggy isn't my anything, now will you get that -- fucking thing out of my face!" Murdoch seized the end of the cane with both hands and wrenched it out of House's grasp. With a frustrated yell he sent it flying across the room. It bounced off the window and clattered noisily behind the fold out couch. Gasping, he fell back on his pillows, clutching at his heart while the monitor beeped a warning.
House snorted and parked his ass on the edge of the bed. "You know, if I were in your position -- what with the seizures and whatnot -- I wouldn't overreact like that to easy questions."
Murdoch breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth. Trying to force his heart-rate back down -- good luck with that, pretty boy. House noted the violent tremble in his left hand -- the one with the isolated ulnar fracture, the one with the forearm brace and Murdoch was right-handed but you lead with your weak hand Greg so you can switch later and take 'em by surprise, come on now hit me!
House shook it off. He didn't need his father instructing him about the ins and outs of fighting. "It's a simple question," he repeated. The monitor kept beeping; he had maybe sixty seconds before Murdoch slid into full-blown tachycardia. "And if you want to walk out out of here under your own power then tell me the truth. I'd think even a blind guy could see why."
Murdoch bared his teeth in a snarl. "My relationships have nothing to do with why I'm in a hospital bed, Doctor."
Honesty was too much to hope for, House thought wearily. Ah, well.