It's About Balance - OTA

[prince_of_nymphs]

His new show had finally been announced, and he'd done a small round of press this morning. Radio, mostly. Just little interviews, mostly about his return to telly and the fact that he was starring in the reboot of a classic and beloved show. Nothing taxing, nothing thrilling. Just boring media- The side of the job Fin sort of wished he could skip. He managed to be his charming self though, deflecting when the questions got too personal, all while flirting shamelessly with a few of the interviewers. The public loved that, he'd found, and he wasn't shy about playing it up. 

Mid-day found him wandering Covent Garden, two small shopping bags in one hand, Starbucks in the other. He was clean shaven, and his hair was getting a bit ridiculous again, just touching his shoulders as he walked, and occasionally getting in his face when he stopped to peek in shop windows. All and all, a dreadfully normal day. ...At least, it had been.

He'd been having little pains lately, ever since New Years. Nothing dreadful, but... Discomfort that was a bit too familiar. If felt like... It felt like his heart. Though it couldn't be, could it? Not now. not with his enchanted heart and fae blood. It had to be something mundane. Heartburn, perhaps. Something innocent.

That's what he kept telling himself- Even now when the pain returned. It was sudden and sharp, enough that he dropped his shopping and doubled over slightly, holding his chest and panicking a bit. He couldn't go to the hospital, couldn't risk them checking his blood... He had to do something though, and he pulled out his phone. Hand shaking, he wasn't sure which number he'd called. Wasn't even sure he'd managed to make a call.

(OTA- If you're friends with Fin, feel free to assume he called you! He's not well and could have easily called anyone in his contacts. ;) If you don't know Fin or your pup wouldn't be reachable for whatever reason, feel free to simply be in the right place at the right time. LT/ST very welcome. <3)

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[prince_of_nymphs]

He felt tired, so tired, and after a moment he closed his eyes, letting his magic lull him to a near slumber as it did its best to repair his heart. He barely noticed Greg take his pulse again, starting to go into a trance like state- Only to be snapped out of it as the cab took a hard left. It was enough to make his pulse skip and flutter, and he felt dizzy as he slumped down slightly where he sat.

[drfeelbad]

"Relax," House said, "but don't sleep." He kept his fingers on his pulse, and paid attention to his breathing.

"Hey, is he okay?" asked the cab driver. "I'm not a bloody ambulance!"

"Shut up," House snapped.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I'm not sleeping," Fin promised, forcing himself to sit up. "I'm fine, really," he assured the driver. "Dizzy spell."

His eyes were glassy and unfocused, and it wouldn't take an expert to notice he was, currently, blind.

[drfeelbad]

House glared at the cabbie in the rearview mirror as he continued to monitor Fin. When they got to the hospital he paid them, and brought Fin in. They walked through the ER, and he randomly grabbed someone's chart off of a table at some point.

He read it as he led Fin through the hallway. "You're Albert Bing," he said. "For the moment."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Roll of a lifetime, I'm certain," Fin quipped, sounding breathless again and stumbling a little.

[drfeelbad]

"You aren't having the symptoms of a heart attack," House said, "so I don't really know what to do with you. Are you having trouble breathing? I can treat the symptoms. Get you some oxygen while I'm running tests."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I feel like I can't keep up with my lungs," Fin said, not certain if he was even making sense anymore.

[drfeelbad]

House hesitated. That could still be mostly a heart problem. "If it gets worse let me know right away and I'll give you a bronchodilator," said House. He was reluctant to treat Fin with anything unless necessary since he didn't exactly know anything about fae physiology.

"EKG for Mr. Bing here," said House, shoving the chart at a nurse in the room they'd walked into. "I can do it myself."

She looked like she might argue, then realized who she would be arguing with, and decided it wasn't worth it.

"Hop up on the table," he told Fin.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin was unsteady, but managed to comply, looking pale and drained as he sat slightly hunched over.

[drfeelbad]

"Actually, go ahead and take off your shirt," House said. He pulled a stethoscope out of a drawer, and rolled over the EKG machine.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin struggled to get his t-shirt up and off over his head, letting it hit the floor and shivering as cold air hit bare skin.

[drfeelbad]

"You're lucky I don't have to shave your chest," House said as he came over with alcohol swabs. He swabbed spots on each of Fin's arms and ankles, and then several spots on his chest. "How's your breathing?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Better? I think?" Fin said, though he still seemed to be too pale and his vision was still gone- He did seem to be breathing a bit better though as he calmed.

[drfeelbad]

House then began attaching electrodes to the spots he'd cleaned. "You can't see," he said. "Is that because you're focusing your magic elsewhere, or is it a physical problem?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I think it's focused on my heart. Like, maybe it's trying to heal me. It does that sometimes, when I'm hurt," Fin confessed.

[drfeelbad]

"Nice trick to have up your sleeve," House said. "All right, just relax." He turned on the machine and monitored the readings.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin did his best to relax, inhaling slowly and closing his eyes.

"Should I be still?" he asked, mostly because he wanted to hear Greg's voice.

[drfeelbad]

"You should relax," House said. "But don't hold your breath or anything."

He watched the monitor, frowning. But it was a confused frown rather than a distressed frown.

He came and sat down on the bed beside Fin. "Tell me again exactly what symptoms you were having."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Pain in my chest. I've been having it off and on for a few weeks now. Then my vision went and I started to feel dizzy, and like I couldn't breathe," Fin said softly, reaching to touch Greg's arm.

[drfeelbad]

"Any coughing, increased urination, or nausea?" asked House, and shifted away from Fin a bit so that he could position his stethoscope on his chest and listen.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Some nausea," Fin nodded, "Nothing else."

[drfeelbad]

House pulled the stethoscope off of his ears. "Tell me again about what happened with your heart," he said. "Magic stuff too."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin was silent for a moment, then sighed.

He started at the beginning, how his heart had startled to fail when he was a teenager, how it had only gotten worse. How he'd made a deal with Will to have one good year- Healthy, wealthy, his talent recognised- And how that magic hadn't even been enough. It had failed again, and he'd nearly died. Then he moved onto the enchanted heart. How it was pure magic, filigree and enchantment, beating in his chest.

"It can't fail, it's not possible," he finished quietly.

[drfeelbad]

House was quiet for a long moment, thinking. "Is your heart using magic in the same way you're using magic to see?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I think it is magic, like, its own source," Fin said quietly, shaking his head.