So far, this night was a total bust. Wilson, House, and Chase had all come to a speed dating event— mostly for fun, though also to escape work.

But every single time that Wilson told any of the women that he was an oncologist, they seemed to all have some horridly tragic story about cancer in their pets, family, or friends. He didn’t even get a chance to tell them about himself before they would start sobbing about losing someone to cancer.

As the gong rung, he stood up and trudged over to the next table, with a tired exhale and a slight groan. He felt like he had to drag himself to move. He slumped down into his new seat, looking up to the next person across from him.

He gave a weak smile, and could only hope that the next individual would be different— god, he couldn’t listen to another goddamn sob story.

He was an empathetic man, but this was supposed to be his night off from work. He didn’t need to be reminded about cancer every five minutes.