Finding a Dead Man
A Glass of Milk
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Chapter Two: Cases
Busy.
That was the only word that Wilson could pin on how House was lately. Busy.
His department got three new major cases and it was driving House and his three ducklings insane. The only way they could handle it was each of the fellows got one of the cases to look way into, they'd collaborate a bit on the other two, and House was overseeing all of them.
Wilson shook his head he walked into his own office. Right when House got something to really get into and it was of his own choosing, it was taken away by work. Wilson laughed as he sat down behind his desk and looked around. His eyes fell onto the magazine House had given to him and picked it up. He read the thyroid cancer article a few times before putting the magazine down and grabbing a blank sheet of paper and a pen. He stared at the paper for a while before he started to write down general things he knew about the cancer.
Radiation – to young to get hit with to much radiation from X-rays though or radiation fall outs…
Family history – none
Gender – females have higher risk
Age – Most common in people 40 and over
Race- African Americans most likely to get it
Diet – not getting enough salt
Wilson shook his head looking at the small list and wondered if he should give it to House to look over. His friend would probably just think he was agreeing with him though. Admittedly it was odd, but he'd been treating cancer patients long enough to know that you don't have to have any risk factors to get the cancer. He shook his head as he ripped the paper in half and threw it into the waste basket. He grabbed the medical magazine again and began flipping through it to find something the read. If he knew House, he'd be in here at any moment to make Wilson buy him some lunch.
He was right.
When the two of them were sitting outside eating their usual, and House had finally quit complaining about a work overload, Wilson began to tell House what he found out.
He didn't mean to, and he didn't want to, but his habit of spilling things to House was probably the reason he was still friends with House. If you could keep things from him, he didn't like you all that much.
House stared at him silently before mumbling something.
"What did you say?" Wilson asked and House put down his sandwich and leaned back.
"He was addicted to McDonald's French fries. I overheard Cameron say that one day over the phone. How she remembered that Kale loved their fries." Wilson blinked at him for a moment before leaning forward and resting his head in his hands.
"Please, please, please don't tell me that we're searching for this guy because of a comment about fries." Wilson groaned. Before he knew it, House hit him in the shins with his cane causing Wilson to jump slightly.
"What the hell was that for?" He asked but then a shadow fell over their table and he looked up to see Dr. Cameron standing over them with a worried look on her face.
"You need to check your beeper. When I noticed you never answered I figured something was up and came down here." House looked confused at that and grabbed his beeper. He cursed lightly but stood up.
"See ya, Wilson." House said as he followed the younger doctor out. Wilson waved at them and shook his head.
-fin chapter-
Note: Thyroid cancer information came from cancer.gov