The group of numerous nurses efficiently hauled Foreman's unconscious shaking body on the gurney as Wilson watched helplessly on the side after they shooed him away. "He looked so tired before, I should've asked House to give him a break before" Wilson thought to himself with regret as he ran his hand through his thick hair. Although Wilson's family went to the synagogue religiously during his childhood, he rarely practiced his faith, especially with his hectic schedule as an oncologist.
But, Wilson was quickly becoming desperate and running out of sources of comfort. As he rested against the wood wall, he clasped his hands together and bowed his head as he desperately pleaded with God to keep his co-worker healthy. Despite the difficult breakup Wilson had experienced with Foreman last year, he held no bitter feelings toward his ex-lover.
(Flashback---------------------------)
It was only a few months after House's triumph over PPTH's foe Edward Volger and PPTH's atmosphere returned back to normal as it could be, void of $100 million worth of funding. House's team had just successfully treated a well-known cyclist that had used steroids to enhance his chances of winning races. Cameron, being the moral compass of House's staff, of course immediately condemned their patient for lying to his loyal fans by using dishonest practices to beat the competition.
It was precisely 3:56 PM and Wilson's demanding day had finally concluded. His last patient, a strong and spunky 34 year old therapist just entered remission from breast cancer after 2 difficult years of fighting. It wasn't too often that Wilson had the opportunity to tell his patients they were going to live; about 90 per cent of his patients that entered his dark and secluded office were told they had less than a year to live. So, of course Wilson thought that his appointment with her was a pleasant way to end his week.
As he was leaving the hospital, he passed the relaxing lounge to find Cameron engrossed in a news program as she leaned forward in her light green office chair. Wilson was surprised to see that House hadn't managed to rope her in his clinic duty hours, as his endless supply of curiosity got the best of him. He quietly opened the glass door, trying not to disturb the distracted Cameron. His espresso eyes fixated on the accomplished cyclist who just won an important race that would further his career as he sat in a chair.
(I don't remember all of the conversation from this episode, I might be inaccurate) "So do you still feel the same about him?" Wilson asked Cameron curiously as he stood up from the chair. Cameron's green eyes darted to Wilson as she stubbornly replied "he's good but he still used steroids. He cheated Wilson, he doesn't deserve this" to Wilson. He was absolutely intent on finding out why she was so opposed against the concept of cheating. Wilson, being the type to overanalyze everything, decided to pry further.
"It's not always black and white Cameron. Have you ever cheated?" Wilson asked her as he crossed his arms, becoming exhausted from her holier-than-though personality. She sighed, knowing that she was transparently vulnerable explaining "when I was in college, I got married to a man who was dying from lung cancer. He only had 6 months to live, and during our marriage, his best friend Joe and I became close. We began to take walks together and began an innocent physical relationship, mainly we kissed but we eventually had to stop" to Wilson who was shell-shocked by her confession as he listened to her in fascination.
"And did you sleep with him?" Wilson asked her as he leaned against the wall. Cameron grew very defensive while she said "no! I couldn't possibly imagine sleeping with another man while my husband was dying of cancer", defends her to him. Wilson was beginning to regret bringing this touchy subject with Cameron, when she asked him "why did you cheat?" being fully aware of his multiple affairs while he was married. He sighed as he grew tense, as feelings of regret flooded back to him. "I met someone who makes me feel good...and funny. And I just didn't want to let that feeling go" Wilson explained to Cameron sadly.
Cameron was randomly thinking of the possible hospital co-workers that Wilson could have committed adultery with. She was assuming that this person was definitely a woman, with his notorious reputation as a womanizer at PPTH. Both co-workers couldn't find words to say to each other as they both bared their souls. For once, Wilson was actually grateful that he flirted and dated nearly every nurse in the entire hospital because Cameron would never assume the real person he had a meaningful relationship with. He couldn't imagine the mind blowing reveal that he was bisexual and attracted to man to his peers, let alone finding out that Foreman and him were hiding a short lived but passionate relationship.
Unlike other couples, Wilson and Foreman were experts on hiding that they were romantically involved. As they passed in the hallways, the two men would barely give each other a glance, let alone stand near each other when they were in the same room during a consultation that House requested. Wilson, who had countless affairs leading back to college, pretty much had this strategy down to an art and still continued to have a healthy love life with his gullible wife Bonnie. Foreman had never expected himself, of all people to fall for Wilson, let alone a man, but when they were alone outside work, they had surprisingly strong chemistry.
It began innocently enough, when Wilson offered to take Foreman out for a drink at a local jazz bar that showcased impressive music after a long day of work. While Wilson was driving them to their location, they could only seem to start a miniscule amount of small talk as a thick feeling of awkwardness filled the air. But when they arrived at the bar, Wilson was fighting the strong temptation to reassure Foreman by squeezing his hand but he didn't want to scare him off. As they entered the bar, they felt comfortable in the relaxed atmosphere that eased their anxiousness of the situation.
There was a small band performing on stage, with a small African American woman singing wearing a seductive little black dress. Her large powerful voice certainly compensated for her petite frame as she crooned well known jazz numbers. Both men were captivated by her passion as they pulled themselves bar stools and sat down. "House gave you hell today, whatever you want to drink is on me" Wilson sympathetically told Foreman as he waved down the tall blonde bartender who was cleaning dirty glasses. "Thanks Wilson, what are you going to get to drink?" Foreman asked him as he made direct eye contact with Wilson's chocolate brown eyes that were filled with...lust?
"I'll have a glass of your best white wine, Foreman?" Wilson casually told the bartender who nodded as he turned to Foreman. "I'll have the same" Foreman said to the bartender who grabbed two wine glasses. "I never thought of you as a wine person. Have you ever been to Napa Valley in California?" Wilson asked with curiosity as he leaned against the wooden bar. "No, I regret to say that I was within 50 miles of the winery but the heart disease conference took up all my free time" Foreman sadly responded to Wilson as the bartender returned with their wine. "Thanks" Wilson told the bartender as he handed him a $100 bill. "Keep the change" he said to the grateful bartender as he grinned widely.
"Cuddy told me about an AIDS fundraiser around that area, it's coming up in June and I volunteered to go. Would you like to come? Considering you could get away from House for a week" Wilson asked Foreman as he took a sip of wine. "Sure, any chances to get away from the devil's spawn. But would airport security allow us to take wine bottles with us? It might seem like we're trying to make an alcohol bomb" Foreman joked to Wilson who laughed for a good minute, struggling to catch his breath. The men further discussed the "demonic House", how work was going, and their interests. As the alcohol began to relax them, Foreman became more confident and rested his hand on Wilson's knee.
Wilson, being as tall as he was, could handle a large amount of alcohol and was surprised by Foreman's not-so subtle actions. He always was very attracted to Foreman but would've never guessed that Foreman withheld feelings for him. It was at least midnight and by then the two men were holding hands as they left the bar. Wilson had expected this outing to simply just having a drink with colleague, but this was turning into a very pleasant date. "We're both too drunk to drive home and if you were charged with a DUI, House would never let you live it down" Wilson said to Foreman as they stood near his black Lexus.
"Yeah, working with House is torture enough. I'll call a taxi, better safe than sorry" Foreman replied to Wilson as their fingers were still intertwined. Foreman removed his black cell phone and called the nearest cab service as he reluctantly removed his hand from Wilson's. "Foreman, are you sure about pursuing this? I'm married to Bonnie..." Wilson trailed off as Foreman walked closer to Wilson wrapping his arm around his waist. Foreman laughed as he caressed Wilson's cheek and felt his hot breath on his neck, tantalizing. "What do you think?" Foreman asked him as he softly kissed Wilson, waiting for a response.
"I think that definitely answers my question" Wilson murmured to Foreman after the shock left his body. Wilson eagerly wrapped his free arm around Foreman's waist, pulling him closer as he passionately kissed him. Kissing Foreman was MUCH better than kissing any of his numerous wives. They were trying to catch his breath as they Wilson rested his head on Foreman's chest. "So is next Tuesday good for you?" Foreman asked him as Wilson pulled away after he saw the taxi cab arriving. "Yeah, we'll continue this later" Wilson said lowly as he they quickly kissed him goodnight.
Foreman entered the cab as he slumped in his seat, trying to analyze what just occurred as Wilson was still waiting for his cab, so they wouldn't appear suspicious to his wife. He never felt such a rush of adrenaline in his life and he was anxious for their next meeting.
The next five months consisted of Foreman and Wilson having mind-blowing and life altering sexual intercourse which they hid their dangerous secret quite well. But it was never pleasant for either of them, since they couldn't stand to be in the same room without having physical contact with each other. After another typical night of passionate love-making, Foreman was lying on the opposite side of his king-sized bed as he watched Wilson sleep peacefully on his side. Sure, Foreman had never experienced such strong chemistry with a lover, let alone a man but guilt still consistently ruined the great sex he had.
He had met Bonnie once at a drug company dinner a year ago when Cuddy forced all of her doctors to attend. House was infuriated that he had spent his precious free time brown-nosing the drug representatives and please Cuddy. Bonnie seemed to be the ideal doctor's wife; laid-back, easy going, and very polite but she was incredibly naive at the same time. Wilson's other colleagues thought Bonnie was a perfect match for Wilson but Foreman felt a lack of connection between them and didn't challenge him by any means. "I can't do this anymore, this isn't right to her" Foreman thought to himself as he stood up and got dressed, trying to escape efficiently.
Wilson rolled over as the short amount of sleep barely seemed to be enough as his eyes began to open. Foreman was quickly tying his blue tie as Wilson tried to understand what exactly was wrong since he always stayed overnight. "Foreman, why are you leaving at this time of night? It's 3:00 AM in the morning for god's sake!" Wilson exclaimed as he rolled out of the bed, and also put his clothes back on as his dark brown eyes bore into Foreman.
Foreman slipped into his jacket as he felt Wilson's anger begin to simmer. "Wilson, I... I can't do this anymore. God dmnit Wilson, you're still married!" he yelled to Wilson as the men held intense eye contact. "Look, let's just make this painless as possible and end this affair. Please leave" Foreman firmly said to Wilson who couldn't hold his feelings in any longer. "Foreman, I'll get a divorce. I've never felt this close to a person in a relationship in my life" Wilson pleaded as Foreman crossed his arms. "What relationship Wilson? What, having sex? That doesn't exactly qualify as a relationship!" Foreman yelled to Wilson as he saw a sorrow in his eyes.
Wilson sighed as he ran his hand through his hair and simply walked away. He knew their was no chance in hell that this relationship could possibly be salvaged.
(End of flashback---------------------------------------------)
For nearly fifteen minutes, Wilson was deeply lost in his thoughts as House left the chapel and nudged Wilson with his cane. "House! Holy sht you scared me!" Wilson exclaimed as he turned around to see House with an evil grin plastered on his face. "I saw you and Foreman spying on me. You're not a very good spy Wilson" House told him as Wilson began to walk over to Foreman's room. "What happened to Foreman?" House asked Wilson as he was closely limping behind him. "I...I honestly have no idea House" Wilson said as he began power walking down the hallway.
"I better check up on my former duckling" House said to himself as he limped behind Wilson, trying to keep up.