A/N: Hi there! After receiving very nice comments on my previous story, I was encouraged to post something else.

Here we go! Enjoy : )

"Is everything alright doctor?"

James Wilson was sitting in his office in front of his patient. Mrs. O'Neil was the luckier one. Her cancer hadn't had time to spread. In fact, this was her very last visit to the hospital.

"What? Oh yes, yes I'm fine, thanks" Wilson replied. What was wrong with him? He didn't know. Somehow he felt sick, but it wasn't a reason to over-stress the patient. He took several deep breaths and smiled at her politely.

"Are you sure?" she asked. Mrs. O'Neil was the type of woman, who felt sorry for everyone except herself.

"Yes, I'm sure." he wasn't even lying now. The wave of nausea had gone already.

This time she smiled at him. "Doctor, I won't lie when I say I don't want to see you again!"

Wilson nodded. He was used to this and of course he wished she would be right.

"Goodbye then," he said and offered his hand to her.

A few minutes later he was alone again in his office, his next patient due to arrive in ten minutes. He picked up the file and frowned. Not a happy one - a cancer of the small intestine and no more than six months to live.

Wilson had to lay the file down and leaned into his chair when the next wave of nausea hit him. It wasn't as strong as the previous one. He picked up a bottle of water and tried to still his burning stomach with a few gulps.

Just as he put the bottle back down, the door opened without warning. House.

Wilson sighed. "What do you need? Oh wait, I better ask what do you want, shouldn't I?" he wasn't in the mood and his tone of the voice had shown it very well.

House just stared at him a few moments. His friend wasn't usually so unpleasant.

"Hey! What's up? I didn't have time to say anything and I'm unwelcome already? You've hurt my feelings, really." House showed his most wounded face.

"House, I don't have time! Next patient's coming in five minutes. So it's either you tell me what you didn't want or shut up and leave." Wilson's voice was rough and he was almost yelling - 'Not good' House thought.

"What are you thinking? I can't just stop by and pay you a visit?" In fact House only wanted Wilson to pay his lunch but he couldn't just say it now and proved that Wilson had been right, could he?

The oncologist calmed down a little. "Okay, of course you can come, but not when I have a patient." This was first time in the whole discussion Wilson rose his head up and actually looked at his friend.

House's diagnostic brain could feel in a second that something was wrong. The younger doctor was pale and his green tie - the one House hated the most - made him even paler.

"So, you've come to see me, right? Something else?" Wilson said when House stayed silent, again in a very non-Wilson tone.

House remained quiet and studied Wilson's pale face more closely. Was he sweating? Wilson was getting irritated by now, so time had come for House to show his cards.

"Okay, you got me. All I want is lunch. You coming?" He said in his most innocent voice.

Just the idea of the food made Wilson sick again. He didn't know which excuse would sound the best. His unlucky patient solved the problem by coming to the door with a questioning face when he saw House leaning on his cane in the middle of the room.

"Everything is fine Mr. Tigers, come in and sit down please." Wilson smiled at him apologetically.

"I...I can wait outside if it's something important."

"No, no, not at all. Dr. House was already leaving." He looked back up at House.

Yes, sweating. This time House was sure. He nodded and turned to leave but first of all he leaned down to Mr. Tigers and said to him like to an old comrade. "Hope, your case is not much trouble or serious, you know, because he isn't doing well today" House shook his head conspiratorially and pointed at his friend.

"House! Get out!" shouted Wilson angrily. In the meantime his stomach had calmed down but still, he wasn't in the mood for one of House's jokes.

"You see that? I told you..." House continued his conversation with poor Mr. Tigers.

"HOUSE!" This time the diagnostician left the room.

tbc...

A/N: Comments are very encouraging, please keep them coming : )