The Hospital Mob

Wilson stood stock still a mixture of fear and nervousness gripping his heart in front of what felt like a million pairs of eyes.

Doctors, nurses, secretaries, janitors, orderlies, cleaning staff, patients and the catering staff all stared at him.

He gulped under their intense scrutiny the sound echoing around the still room, before a series of shouts and calls and questions erupted in his direction in the form of a wave of sound to great to pick out any one voice or word.

Wilson's eyes widened in horror as he turned and ran from the room; his heartbeat doubled as he heard the sounds of what seemed like hundreds of chairs scraping across the floor and the pounding of feet of the staring mob behind him.

He emerged, bursting through a set of double doors into the hospital lobby. He ran; his tie and coat flapping behind him to the front doors of the hospital only to be faced with a crowd of more staring people.

They were everywhere!

As he cowered away from the mob that drew nearer he found himself backed against the doors of the elevator pushing frantically at the call buttons.

"Oh god." He whispered to himself quietly, as all the eyes of the world became fixed on him once more.

"Is it true?" A loud voice asked over the crowd, causing the mob to still and quiet in wait of the answer.

"Is…is what true?" He asked nervously back his hand pressing on the call button until it hurt and he had an arrow shaped mark on his fingers that wouldn't disappear for several hours.

"Are you gay? Are you going out with House?" Several voices called.

Wilson was aghast. Him and House!?!? What the hell would give them that idea? Gay maybe, House had always warned him about the hair.

Speechless with his mouth opening and closing like a fish the slightest hint of hope graced his mind as he saw Foreman weave through the crowd in his direction.

"Wilson isn't gay!" Foreman shouted, trying to defend his fellow doctor, "He's had three wives for crying out loud!"

"You just want him for yourself you selfish bastard!" called someone to the right.

"I reckon he's after House! He has the same sneakers as he does!" shouted another from the back of the room.

The entire room began to rumble with chatter at the speculations made.

"You're on your own." Foreman whispered to the still speechless Wilson, and then louder to the crowd he shouted, "I'm just going to call my GIRLFRIEND!"

"Swinging both ways are we?" someone shouted after him as he exited stage left.

They all watched as Foreman coat tail disappeared around the corner and then the staring turned back to Wilson.

"I am not gay." He said in a loud shaky voice, not looking anyone in the eye.

"But what's with the hair?" someone called from the left.

Wilson groaned but held his eyes open in fear of the crowd advancing on him. In fear of advances, period!

At which point a man at the front of the crowd gave him a rather lecherous grin, "What I wouldn't give to run my hands through it."

Wilson silently vowed never to look at another woman in that way again; it was singularly the scariest moment in his life.

"NO!" he shouted, backing further against the elevator doors wondering when the hell one would reach the lobby. "I'm not gay. Really! I'll prove it."

But as he looked around the crowd he could only see men. Men with that look in their eyes and a grin to match.

His heart stopped for the smallest second.

Bing! the elevator announced its arrival.

Please be a woman Wilson thought as he turned to the opening doors.

Wilson only had time to register long curly raven hair, a cream skirt and a gorgeous soft smile before he launched himself into the elevator and pulled the woman into a desperate kiss.

The crowd 'Aw-ed' half in disappointment, the other half in adoration.

A few sniggered having had time to notice who exactly it was that Wilson was kissing.

Chase made a hasty escape from the hospital wondering the fastest way to Mexico.