May 28
"Okay, you can leave now."
"Thank you, Dr. House."
Clinic hours weren't so bad when the patients were hot. The only difference between being professional and being unprofessional was whether the patient noticed you looking. This one didn't. She'd talked at him, though, and that was kind of annoying. He wasn't listening, obviously, but he'd picked up something about a dinner at a fancy restaurant with some guy she'd wanted to ask out forever but had been too shy until last week.
"Oooh, that's him," she said excitedly as her cell phone rang.
House rolled his eyes as he marked her chart.
"Hi! What's up? Oh..." her face fell. House rolled his eyes again. "I understand. No, that's fine. Okay, see you at work Monday. Bye." She closed her phone sadly.
"See, this is why women should go for guys who are brutally honest. If it were me, I'd tell you from the get-go that no, I don't want to go out with you, you seem way too desperate and needy for me. That way at least you won't get your hopes up before you get hurt."
She sniffed. "And I won't make nonrefundable hotel reservations that I won't be able to keep."
House rolled over in the bed. She snuggled close to him. "That was nice," she whispered.
"They say the thread count helps."
"Mmm." She rested her head on his chest. He didn't really like it, but didn't complain. She had been a pretty good lay, and dinner wasn't that bad either. "We should do this again sometime."
He grunted noncommittally. They lied in silence for a few minutes, but she clearly wasn't trying to sleep.
"Why the hotel anyway?" he asked finally. "You said you didn't have kids, you're not married. Even with the guy, this would have been a first date, not some special occasion. This means there's something about your place you didn't want him to see. Something you're embarrassed about."
"Oh no, I just have a couple of roommates," she explained.
"I have a roommate too, but I can still kick him out when I wanna bring a girl home."
She laughed. "I can't kick them out. They own the home. I live with my parents."
June 10
"Hi, Dr. Wilson."
"Hi, Charlene," he greeted in return, smiling at her.
She flashed her teeth back and started to walk off, but he stopped and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Charlene, wait."
"Hmm?" she asked, brushing a long strand of dirty-blonde hair behind her ears.
"I just wanted to say I saw you in Kimmy's room the other day. You definitely went above and beyond your duties as an oncology nurse. She really opened up to you and trusted you, and you know what a shy girl she is. That really impressed me." He still had his hand on her shoulder.
She smiled again. "Thanks, Dr. Wilson. I just try to do whatever I can to make their days a little brighter."
"That's very sweet of you." Wilson swallowed and then looked the young woman in the eye. "Would you...like to have dinner sometime? I know a fantastic Italian place not far from here. Their veal parmesan is to die for."
She looked slightly surprised but very pleased. "I work tomorrow, but I have Saturday night off. You can pick me up at eight."
"Sounds great," he said, letting go of her.
"Bye, Dr. Wilson," she said flirtatiously as she walked off.
June 12
She smiled at him when she opened the door. She wore a sparkly red dress that showed a lot of cleavage, and her wavy blonde hair came almost to her waist.
"Hi, Dr. Wilson. You can come in for a minute. I just need to grab my purse."
"Sure. You look great by the way."
"Thanks. You clean up nice yourself."
"So, Dr. Wilson, how long have you worked at Princeton-Plainsboro?"
"A while now. You do know that you can call me James, right?" He scrutinized her over the salad.
She laughed. "Of course." Then she brought her head down close to the table and whispered, "But I think 'Dr. Wilson' is sexy."
He kissed her. He kissed her neck. She moaned. "Oooh, Dr. Wilson, that feels good."
He sucked on the side of her neck, but his hand gripped one of the couch cushions. He tried to fight the voice in his head, House's voice, echoing 'Wilson,' every time Charlene said it. Finally he pulled back. "I can't do this."
She opened her eyes and looked at him, confused. "What's the matter, Dr. Wilson?"
He never snapped. He was kind and patient and gave people chances. He didn't get angry, he got upset. He never snapped. But every time her sexy moaning voice murmured, "Dr. Wilson..."
So he snapped.
"If I'm gonna have my surname screamed at me during sex, I don't want it to be from you!" He regretted this sentence the instant it slipped out, but he could apologize later. He left. He cringed at the sound of door slamming behind him and he squeezed at the hair on his scalp.
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