Chapter Two- Cancer

Wilson, flashback 2013

I walked into my office at nine o'clock on the dot on a sunny day. House limped with his cane into my office a few minutes after I arrived and threw a case file on my desk. "Thirty year old male with pain in the upper abdomen and weight loss. Cameron has suggested pancreatic cancer."

"And you think so too? You never side with Cameron."

"If I thought it was something else I wouldn't have come to you."

"If it's pancreatic cancer, it has probably already metastasized. That type of cancer usually only starts showing symptoms when it's in the later stages. How old did you say he was?"

"Thirty."

"Damn," I said as I looked at the folder with all the information we had on this man, "most cases happen in people over sixty. He's a smoker, I see. Does he have any family?" I asked.

"How am I supposed to know?" House said, "Do you want me to go interview the patient to find out?" he smirked then popped a Vicodin pill.

I shook my head, "You're such an ass, House."

"And yet you still like me. I'll get Cameron on that interview of the family unless you want to talk to them yourself and dig deeply into their secret pasts."

"Bring them here."

"Yes, Uncle Wilson," House said and he smirked as he walked out of my office and I got back to some paperwork. I was too caught up in my paperwork until there was a knock at my door. I knew it wasn't House this time because he never knocked. "Come in," I said.

Standing at the door were two women: one with straight brown hair and the other with red curls the color of red velvet cake. The redheaded one was standing in front of the brunette, who seemed almost reluctant to walk in.

"Dr. Wilson, I'm Elena Victor, Seth's sister and this is Tiffani his wife," the red headed woman was shorter than I was by a head even in heels. She walked in front of the other woman and shook my hand. Looking at her I could tell she was taking this better than the other woman was. The other woman had not said a word yet.

"Please sit," I waved them towards the chairs in front of my desk. Elena sat up straight in her chair and Tiffani slumped.

"How far along is the cancer?" Tiffani asked, not looking up from her lap. Her eyes were glossed over with tears.

"It has metastasized to his liver so it's hard to tell as the cancer is already this advanced. A few months at best," I said softly. I knew how hard this was for anyone.

"Oh God," Tiffani started to sob and I looked at Elena, but she was calm still. "What can we do?'

"At this point, really all we can do is make sure he is comfortable and you spend time with him while you still can."

Tiffani started to sob harder.

"Tiff, come on," she said and helped her sister-in-law stand, "thank you Dr. Wilson for answering my questions."

"I'm here if you need anything else Ms. Victor."

"Thank you."

Elena smiled and then she led her sobbing sister-in-law out. I gave her a sympathetic look as she headed out.