Wilson pasted the shots of her body on the screen where she could see exactly what he was talking about. Almost hoping she could verify her condition and keep herself in his hands.
"You don't have cancer Katana," He spoke softly.
She smiled in spite of her self. It was a happy moment. She didn't have some nasty black tumor inside of her eating at her insides killing her with every passing second. Of course she was ecstatic. She just didn't understand why the doctor seemed upset. Sure, this was his specialty, yeah but if he was going to brood about her not having cancer, couldn't he at least not do it in front of her?
"You don't seem too happy about it," She called out, making his head snap up and a meek smile appear on his face. He seemed nervous; she could tell by the way his fingers gripped his hips as he stood across from her, watching her attentively.
"No dear, it's not that. It's amazing that you don't have cancer, but I know that you still feel sick and now that cancer isn't a diagnosis, something else is and we have to send you to someone who will know how to help you."
He took notice of her sigh, the roll of her eyes and the turn of her head not to face him, he also took note of the way she was holding herself, as if she was shielding herself from a cold temperature but he wasn't going to bring anything up if she didn't.
"Will anybody know what's wrong with me?" Katana asked softly, desperate for answers. She willed herself not to cry in front of a stranger doctor who obviously had a sweet spot for her. The pain in her head which was tolerable before she came in was now disgustingly worse as though her brain was pressing up against the cranium but she attributed to her high emotions and counted backwards from thirty five to calm herself down and it seemed to be working.
"Dr. House is the best in his field K-"
"Dr. House?" Katana asked, her eyes narrowing at the very memory of the gruff doctor. Everything about him came flooding back to her, his demeanor, his voice even the smell that intoxicated her when he was near. He couldn't be handling her case, she'd die from annoyance. He was the one who told her she had cancer and now suddenly he's going back on it? The last thing she wanted was him to be in charge of her medical file. She'd rather deal with Wilson. "No, no, no. Can't you do something? I want you to be my doctor." She explained heavily, her slender fingers pushing her thick hair behind her ears.
"I can't Katana, I wouldn't even know where to start," He explained, walking closer to her. The closer he got, the more he saw. Her skin was flushed and she was sweating despite the fact that she was holding herself tighter than she was before. "Are you cold?" He asked her finally, now seriously alert about her condition instead of living in rue about having to pass her on to House.
She nodded. "Yeah, I've been really cold since I woke up this morning. I even have on layers and it doesn't seem to be helping,"
Wilson hurried over to the drawer and pulled out a thermometer, holding her face as he asked her to open her mouth and stuck the rod under her tongue. He paced at bit as he waited to take out the thermometer and when the time was up and jerked it from her mouth, his fears realized.
Her temperature was 105.
He hurried over to the door, shouting for the nurse and lots of ice, who came running through the door in flash of pink scrubs.
Katana was confused, besides the fact that she's been cold for the past couple hours, she felt fine. There wasn't any problem as far as she could see, well besides the headache.
"Lie back sweetheart," Wilson called. She felt herself being lifted onto a gurney, a pitcher of cold water being poured on her and packs of ice being packed under her arms, groin and face. She was fuzzy, her headache was now pounding her head, her vision getting fuzzy as she was wheeled out of the room, Dr. Wilson's face being the last thing she saw before her vision went black.
