James Wilson was treating your mother for breast cancer. It was stage two and that meant that your mother was in and out of hospital for chemo or radiation or appointments - which meant that you often trailed with her and hung out in waiting rooms waiting for her. Which also meant that you got quite close to her Oncologist - Wilson.

Wilson had noticed that you and your mother didn’t get along too well. Your mother - Mary - didn’t seem to pay any attention to you even when you tried to start up a conversation or sat next to her bed. It wasn’t any different when you would talk to Wilson - yapping like he was the first to have a proper conversation.

“Come in!” Wilson called gently, looking through a couple patients files when he heard a knock at the door - assuming it was House.

When he saw you, he was pleasantly surprised. Your mother didn’t have any appointments today and she wasn’t scheduled to come in for a couple more days.

“Come in, kid, what can I do for you?” He then asked, smiling as he closed patient files and looked to you.