FanFiction--First One Ever Written

   I started med school when Dr. House began teaching.  He was asked to be the head of the diagnostic department at Yale Medical School.   He shocked the doctors in his medical field by doing the unthinkable.  He extorted the most prestigious patients in his care.  He got the truth.  It seemed wonderful at first to be under the guidance of someone as infamous as Dr. House.  I thought my curiosity would dissolve, but as the days wore on I found out that everything was not going as I had planned.

            I was surprised to find myself up late in the night trying to finish the homework Dr. House assigned, due to the unpleasantness of the type of homework he assigns.  The students, particularly me, thought that the homework was the hardest scenario cases ever to be written.  In the end, there I was at 12:30 am trying to diagnose the mock illness the patient had before he or she died.  I couldn’t figure out the gender, and that was, “the key element in solving the case,” as conveyed by Dr. House.  He made it very difficult by not mentioning the gender, and by creating clues in the scenario to find the gender.  Because of this, I did not have the time nor the capacity to do any other homework, especially that of oncology with Dr. Wilson. In time I found that Dr. Wilson’s homework is as hard as Dr. House’s-- imagine my surprise.

            Despite the severity of med school, I was intrigued by the relationship of the two professors that I had.  They were the best of friends, yet so unalike, though I did not particularly like them, well… just Dr. House.  The friendship that they shared made me want to find out more about their lives in retrospect, instead of late night homework.  A bad decision to do this, I know.

            This I is how I heard the meeting of Dr. House and Dr. Wilson from just Dr. Wilson’s mouth.  Dr. House wouldn’t even consider giving me an interview about his personal life.  “It’s private,” he exclaimed before I talked to Dr. Wilson.

            They met at a hospital, of course.  It began when a young Dr. Wilson signed on to study oncology at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital in New Jersey.  Dr. Wilson had barely enrolled in their acclaimed school when he met Dr. House.  He was studying to be an oncologist, which he pursued successfully.  He graduated with the highest honors.  Later on he became Head of the Oncology Department.  Dr. House, on the other hand, was already working his way up to the Head of the Diagnostic Department at Princeton-Plainsboro when Dr. Wilson began his learning.

            He didn’t know anyone, except for his own lunch.  He felt out of place, he told me.

            “I’ve never gotten over my first day there.  I was terrified.  I couldn’t think.  All of my diagnoses were crap.  Well, actually--they were wrong according to the attendings.  That’s when Dr. House strolled in and saved my…self-esteem by telling the attending that the diagnoses were in fact right.  Inwardly I sighed a relief.  I never really got over that day.”

            “So, when did you and Dr. House become friends,” I inquired.

            “That didn’t come until much later--actually it took several years and money to gain Dr. House’s friendship and trust.  That is all I have to tell you,” replied Dr. Wilson.

            “Wait? What? That’s it?? That is all you’re going to tell me,” I asked incredulously. “That’s impossible.  I was told that you had a million things to say!”

            “And who told you that,” he questioned suspiciously.

            I looked down at my notes and said thwarted, “Dr. House.”

            Oh! What a fool I’ve become! I knew not to trust Dr. House, but that didn’t stop me from going to Dr. Wilson. 

            Dr. Wilson stood up and told me, “If you want to find out more… you’ve got to earn it.  Dr. House is such a recidivist,” he paused, “by the way, did you finish the homework I assigned you?”

            I looked down at my notebook without glancing at him.  That told him everything.

            “That’s what I thought.  Be serious about what you want to do and what you want to become.  Being curious about other people’s personal lives, especially your teachers, isn’t much help to you.  If you’re anything like me or Dr. House, you should stop while you still have a life.  Do you think that you’re the only one who got curious with my relationship with Dr. House? Think about it.”

            I watched him walk away from the lunch table.  At that moment, I knew I wasn’t going to give up so  easily.  I knew who I was, and when I want the truth, I’ll get the truth.  Dr. Wilson didn’t even know who he was dealing with.  They  don’t call me “head” doctor for nothing. 

            So concludes the first few weeks of med school.  I was extremely relieved that I was still at the top of my class or I would have dropped out right then to pursue my curiosity, but med school is important to me.  I know one thing for sure, med school is going to get a whole lot more fun in the months to come. You can count on that.