Wilson gave a small, understanding nod. He tightened the cuff gently around Nyx’s upper arm and began inflating it with calm precision, eyes flicking only once to House with a look that said let me do this my way.
“You’d be surprised,” he said mildly, beginning to inflate the cuff. “Some patients never get used to any of this. I once had a guy faint at the sight of his own chart. Ironically, he was a surgeon.”
He watched the dial, counting silently, then let the pressure release with a quiet hiss.
“But you’re not wrong,” he added, shifting to check Nyx’s pulse with fingers against his wrist. “It does become routine. Especially when you don’t have the luxury of being delicate.”
Pause.
“And sometimes when someone acts like they’re fine, it’s because they’re trying to convince the people around them not to worry.” He glanced toward House. “Some people hide how they're struggling so no one tries to make them stop. House wrote the playbook.”
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Date: 2025-04-21 02:29 am (UTC)“You’d be surprised,” he said mildly, beginning to inflate the cuff. “Some patients never get used to any of this. I once had a guy faint at the sight of his own chart. Ironically, he was a surgeon.”
He watched the dial, counting silently, then let the pressure release with a quiet hiss.
“But you’re not wrong,” he added, shifting to check Nyx’s pulse with fingers against his wrist. “It does become routine. Especially when you don’t have the luxury of being delicate.”
Pause.
“And sometimes when someone acts like they’re fine, it’s because they’re trying to convince the people around them not to worry.” He glanced toward House. “Some people hide how they're struggling so no one tries to make them stop. House wrote the playbook.”
"Oh for fuck's sake," muttered House.