SickWilson_Fest Round 3 entry
Title: Duck
Author: Shadowb3e
Prompt: #85. House bursts into Wilson’s office for some reason or another and finds Wilson unconscious
Pairing: House/Wilson
Category: established relationship
Rating/Warnings: pg-13 for swearing
Words: 537
Summary: A patient’s husband doesn’t take the news well
Disclaimer: I do not own House or Wilson.
Author’s note: written for the SickWilson_Fest Round 3
“YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING JOKING?!”
“I’m sorry, but the treatment was unsuccessful. The cancer is spreading.”
Dr. James Wilson looked back and forth between the two people sitting across from him. Marissa Davies had been diagnosed a month ago with an aggressive case of breast cancer. After a full mastectomy and several rounds of chemo and radiation, it was apparent that the cancer was caught too late. Her husband Paul was not taking the news well.
“You cut off my wife’s breasts, and you poison her with radiation only to say ‘sorry but it’s too late!’”
“There are other treatments we can try.” Wilson tried to calm the outraged man. “They’ve proven successful in treating earlier stages of this cancer.”
“No!” Paul stood up fast, knocking over his chair. “We’re leaving. We want a second opinion.”
“This hospital has a great team of oncologists, several of whom have worked on your wife’s case. They have also recommended trying this other treatment.” Wilson stood as well.
“Common Marissa. There are other hospitals.”
“If you want to see another doctor, I can give you a list of some whose specialty is breast cancer.” Wilson followed the two to the office door.
Paul spun around and grabbed Wilson by the front of his lab coat. “We listened to your recommendations before and look what you’ve done to my wife. Fuck you!”
With that the younger man swung his fist. It connected with Wilson’s jaw causing the doctors head to snap back.
“PAUL!” Marissa gasped.
Before she could move forward to help, Paul was pulling her away.
As Wilson started to fall back, the last thing he saw was Paul ushering his wife out the door and closing it behind him, before the back of his head connected with the bookshelf behind him. Darkness followed.
*M*D*
House was making his way to Wilson’s office for lunch when a young man stormed past him, leading a young woman to the elevators. As they passed the anxious woman’s eyes met his then turned and looked back to the door of Wilson’s office. They met his again just as the elevator doors closed her away.
Seeing the fear in her eyes caused a weight settle into his stomach. Hurrying the rest of the way, House grabbed the door handle and burst into the room.
And froze at the site of Wilson lying crumpled on the floor beside the bookshelves.
“James!”
Dropping to his lover’s side, House reached to feel for a pulse. He didn’t need to check though, as Wilson moaned as House’s fingers brushed his bruised cheek.
Releasing a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding, House ran his fingers over Wilson’s head. His search found a large lump at the base of his skull. There was no blood though. Continuing his search down Wilson’s neck, House didn’t locate any more injuries.
“House?” Wilson moaned as chocolate eyes open.
“Another unhappy customer?”
“Yeah.”
Gently House helped the younger man to his feet, and lead him to the couch. Leaving him there, House went and called Cuddy to tell her they were leaving for the day.
Gathering Wilson up to leave House only had one thing to say.
“Wilson.”
“Mmhmm?”
“Next time, duck.”
Fin