Sunlight echoed down from the sky like a song from the heavens, Wilson’s eyes fixed on you as you walked past the windows of a patient’s room. You, the new nurse; you, an Angel.

The light gathered around your head like a halo, and Wilson couldn’t look away. You were perfect: in beauty, in grace, in loveliness.

Honestly, Wilson thought he loved you right from the get go. He hadn’t swooned for someone this quickly…ever, really.

Obviously, House tried to talk him out of it; told him he was being completely irrational. He didn’t even know your name how could be in love with you?

Rather than talking him out of it…that only seemed to spur him on. Wilson had the brilliant idea of actually talking to you.

“I’m Dr James Wilson” he introduced, catching you as you left the patient’s room. Wilson honestly wished you weren’t strangers in this moment so he could profess his love to you.

You, his Angel in white.