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Familial Abuse (House gen)
Title: Familial Abuse
Crossover: House
Length: 566 words
Prompt: House and Isshin for brimac_13.
Pairing: House and Isshin gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: The guy had two broken thumbs and a tenuous grasp on English. He couldn't even explain what had happened, muttering under his breath about, "Ichigo, Ichigo."
The first time the guy came in, House was doing clinic duty. He had already seen three sniffly noses (and diagnosed the sniffles), set a broken arm, a broken toe, and a broken thumb, and spent fifteen minutes getting a crayon out of a boy's nose. He was, in short, much angrier than usual, and getting more irritated by the minute.
The guy had two broken thumbs and a tenuous grasp on English. He couldn't even explain what had happened, muttering under his breath about, "Ichigo, Ichigo."
House muttered something about immigrants learning English or going home, because he hadn't been too racist yet today and he had a reputation to keep of general intolerance. He set the man's fingers and he left.
He was also on clinic duty the third time the guy came back. He wouldn't even know about the time in-between if Chase hadn't been so enamored with the fact that he'd been able to break both his legs and crawl to the nearest hospital, despite the pain and again, a tenuous grasp on English. This time, Mr. Kurosaki had cracked his kneecap and had been struck in such a way that he would pee blood for a week. House wasn't particularly interested in the reasons why he was receiving these injuries. It livened up the emergency room, in any case. Sometimes he thought people were dying in there, they were so quiet (Wilson had laughed at the joke and then looked guilty, but Cuddy hadn't appreciated it at all).
"What happened to you?" he asked, poking the cracked kneecap harder than he needed to. The crazy-eyed man squealed and repeated, "Ichigo, Ichigo!"
However, House was in luck. When he helped Kurosaki hobble over to a wheelchair (the irony was not lost), he spotted Ms. Takemura, the newest doctor at Princeton. Her accent was almost perfect, but House didn't believe in almost perfect. He'd caught it. She was Japanese-- like this guy.
"Takemura!" he called. The woman whirled. She'd been warned about avoiding Dr. House's eyes. Now he knew her name?
"Can you do some translation work for me? I want to know how he got that terrible shiner," House said casually. "Could be a blood problem."
Takemura nodded hesitantly and then spent a few moments in conversation with the man. Dr. House hummed "Mr. Roboto" under his breath.
"It was his son," Takemura said after a long moment, looking up at House with horror in her eyes. "They're on a family vacation."
"Must be some family," House replied. Mystery solved. Now he could go watch his soap.
"Aren't you a bit worried?" she asked, brow crinkling.
"Eh, sons. I would have beat the crap out of my dad every day if I hadn't been a weakling," he said, waving a hand and guiding Mr. Kurosaki's wheelchair towards the door. He was met by a tall, scowling boy with bright red hair. Not particularly Japanese, but he gabbled at his father, pointing to his injuries as they spoke, and even went so far as to raise a fist to some insult before realizing they were in a hospital.
"Dankyuu," Ichigo said sullenly to House, and bowed.
"Sock it to 'em," House said, waving and turning back around to the hospital floor. Only one more hour of clinic duty to go...
Crossover: House
Length: 566 words
Prompt: House and Isshin for brimac_13.
Pairing: House and Isshin gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: The guy had two broken thumbs and a tenuous grasp on English. He couldn't even explain what had happened, muttering under his breath about, "Ichigo, Ichigo."
The first time the guy came in, House was doing clinic duty. He had already seen three sniffly noses (and diagnosed the sniffles), set a broken arm, a broken toe, and a broken thumb, and spent fifteen minutes getting a crayon out of a boy's nose. He was, in short, much angrier than usual, and getting more irritated by the minute.
The guy had two broken thumbs and a tenuous grasp on English. He couldn't even explain what had happened, muttering under his breath about, "Ichigo, Ichigo."
House muttered something about immigrants learning English or going home, because he hadn't been too racist yet today and he had a reputation to keep of general intolerance. He set the man's fingers and he left.
He was also on clinic duty the third time the guy came back. He wouldn't even know about the time in-between if Chase hadn't been so enamored with the fact that he'd been able to break both his legs and crawl to the nearest hospital, despite the pain and again, a tenuous grasp on English. This time, Mr. Kurosaki had cracked his kneecap and had been struck in such a way that he would pee blood for a week. House wasn't particularly interested in the reasons why he was receiving these injuries. It livened up the emergency room, in any case. Sometimes he thought people were dying in there, they were so quiet (Wilson had laughed at the joke and then looked guilty, but Cuddy hadn't appreciated it at all).
"What happened to you?" he asked, poking the cracked kneecap harder than he needed to. The crazy-eyed man squealed and repeated, "Ichigo, Ichigo!"
However, House was in luck. When he helped Kurosaki hobble over to a wheelchair (the irony was not lost), he spotted Ms. Takemura, the newest doctor at Princeton. Her accent was almost perfect, but House didn't believe in almost perfect. He'd caught it. She was Japanese-- like this guy.
"Takemura!" he called. The woman whirled. She'd been warned about avoiding Dr. House's eyes. Now he knew her name?
"Can you do some translation work for me? I want to know how he got that terrible shiner," House said casually. "Could be a blood problem."
Takemura nodded hesitantly and then spent a few moments in conversation with the man. Dr. House hummed "Mr. Roboto" under his breath.
"It was his son," Takemura said after a long moment, looking up at House with horror in her eyes. "They're on a family vacation."
"Must be some family," House replied. Mystery solved. Now he could go watch his soap.
"Aren't you a bit worried?" she asked, brow crinkling.
"Eh, sons. I would have beat the crap out of my dad every day if I hadn't been a weakling," he said, waving a hand and guiding Mr. Kurosaki's wheelchair towards the door. He was met by a tall, scowling boy with bright red hair. Not particularly Japanese, but he gabbled at his father, pointing to his injuries as they spoke, and even went so far as to raise a fist to some insult before realizing they were in a hospital.
"Dankyuu," Ichigo said sullenly to House, and bowed.
"Sock it to 'em," House said, waving and turning back around to the hospital floor. Only one more hour of clinic duty to go...