haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer (for mustfixpeople)

[ladyoftime]

Princeton-Plainsborough. If you asked her, it sounded more like a really posh double-last name, probably with tennis rackets and skorts, but nobody did ask her, which was just as well, given that she wasn't technically supposed to be here.

At least, not wearing a white coat and masquerading as a medical doctor. She'd gotten a call from Torchwood that they were tracking some sort of dangerous, sick alien that would more than likely kill anyone within a million-mile radius with its dying breath, and Gwen and her team were searching thsee other hospitals and would she mind searching this one in America?

Honestly. As if she was Torchwood's errand girl. Still, she'd be hard-pressed to decline. Which lead to standing in some poor bloke's hospital room, trying to read his bloody chart. Unfortunately, the TARDIS didn't do Medical-to-English translations.

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[mustfixpeople.livejournal.com]

As Head of the Oncology department, Wilson didn't have as many patients as other doctors in the department. But he did have a few, and when this older man came out of seemingly nowhere, sick and with what looked like infratentorial gliomas on top of whatever else it was that he was ailing him and turning his skin orange, he picked up the case.

Or rather, showed up at House's differentials and agreed to tell the patient that even if they did figure out what was making him sick, the tumors in his brain were going to kill him.

Which was what he was about to do when he walked into the patient's room. "Hello, Mister Ford. I'm Doctor James Wilson." Well. Whoever that was, she wasn't supposed to be here. "And if you'll excuse me, I need to talk to Doctor..." Wilson glanced down at her ID badge "Jones for a moment." Cue a disarming smile at both the patient and unfamiliar doctor. Then Wilson had a hand on the woman's back and was ushering her out the door.

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

She followed, tossing a bright and reassuring smile in the direction of Mr. Ford, and surreptitiously trying to sort out exactly how much of a nuisance this Doctor James Wilson could be.

"Is there something wrong?" she said, as soon as they left the room.

[mustfixpeople.livejournal.com]

Generally, Wilson was a calm and patient kind of guy. But when there was a doctor he didn't recognize (a doctor, he noted, not a student) with his patient... well then he got a little frustrated. He was just glad that he was the one that had run into her, not House.

"There's no Martha Jones in oncology," he said simply. "Why don't you tell me who you are and then I don't have to call security."

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

"Well, you don't waste any time. That's very commendable."

And called for the psychic paper. She fished it out of a pocket and offered it to him, expecting it to kindly show that she's a member of some sort of important organization that would assuage his suspicion. "They sent me."

[mustfixpeople.livejournal.com]

He looked down at the paper, the credentials, and shook his head with a sigh. "That won't matter. Dr. House is this patient's physician and he won't care who sent you. It's probably best if you just leave, Doctor Jones."

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

"And can I talk to this Dr. House?"

EVEN GRUMPY PHYSICIANS DON'T SCARE HER.