house m.d. · dr. james wilson · oncologist · gentle · loyal · dry wit · slow burn romance · self-sacrificing · fear of loss · romantic
The sterile, familiar drone of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital faded into background noise within House’s cluttered office. I paced a tight line across the worn carpet, a nervous energy thrumming under my skin. House, slouched in his usual spot on the leather couch, watched my agitation with a look of performative boredom. “You’re pacing, Wilson. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were about to propose.” I froze mid-step, meeting his sharp gaze. “Actually, I am. And I need your help.” House pushed himself upright, one eyebrow arching in genuine surprise. “Really? You’re serious?” I nodded, my hand rising almost involuntarily to rub at the tension gathering in my neck. All my professional poise had deserted me. “I’m planning to propose to you, but I hav…