Thirteen just sat there looking at the results. She knew it was likely but she just couldn't believe it. She was positive for Huntingdon's. Positive. She felt a single tear run softly down her cheek as she just stared at the results.

How did she feel? Distraught. Broken. Desperate. But she didn't feel anger, she doesn't know why, she just didn't feel it.

She jumped when she heard someone walk in through the door, as she quickly wiped away that single tear.

'Hey, I was just walking past and I saw in here, so...' Wilson said, slightly nervous. Then he tilted his head a little and gave her that concerned look.
'Dr Hadley, are you OK?'
'I'm fine.' He knew she was lying because she answered too quickly.
'Are you sure, you don't look it...'
'Really, I'm OK' She smiled trying to reassure him, but it wasn't working.
'Look, if there's anything you need...'
Thirteen stood up in a rage and shouted at him.
'NO! All I need is for people to stop asking me what's wrong, and focus on their goddamn patients! Try to save a life instead of letting them go just because someone you work with doesn't 'look OK'. If you really want to do me a favour, get out of here!'
Wilson, shocked by this sudden outburst, turned and promptly walked out the door, without a word.

And there it was; the one emotion she couldn't feel before.

Anger.

When it finally hit her what she had said, she fell back into her chair and broke down in tears. She shouted at Wilson, when he was only being nice and caring, like he always is. He was only being a good friend. Was.

She doubted he'd want to talk to her again after she pushed him away and practically insulted his abilities as a doctor. She didn't know why she said it though. She thinks he's the best damn doctor she's ever met in her life. He actually cares for his patients. He can really empathise with them, and she doesn't know how he does it. She admires him for it.

Thirteen was the last one there, late at night, and she'd finally decided to go home. On her way back she went passed Wilson's office and saw that his light was still on. She thought that she may as well apologise now, while he's here.

Her heart was beating in her ears, out of being so nervous, hoping he wouldn't hate her, when she was knocking on his door. No answer. She knocked again. Still no answer. She opened the door slightly to see if he was there and couldn't see anyone, so she opened it fully and looked around after closing the door behind her. There he was standing at his balcony.

'Dr Wilson?'
He turned around and saw the most beautiful doctor in the hospital. She looked so radiant, he thought, almost...glowing.
He walked towards her, but didn't stand too close, afraid of another outburst, although he must admit, she looked even more beautiful when she was angry.
'H-h-hi, Dr Hadley. W-w-what can I-I-I do for you?' He stuttered.
She couldn't help but smile a little. He was so cute when he was nervous.
'I just wanted to apologise for earlier. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout at you. I know you were only trying to help.'
'No, it's OK. I'm sorry, I tend to ask too many questions and I should have minded my own business.'
Thirteen looked down at the floor, a sense of guilt overwhelming her.
'Anyway, you were right.' He continued.
'No. No, what I said was out of order, and wrong...'
'No. A patient of mine died when I was talking to you. You were right. If I was doing my job, she could have survived. She was only a little girl too.'

The guilt she's feeling multiplies, thinking this was all her fault. She does the only thing she can think of doing in that moment. She just doesn't say anything and puts her hand on his shoulder, by way of comforting him.

'It wasn't your fault. These things, they happen.' She finally spoke.
'But that little girl, she didn't deserve to die, she had her whole life ahead of her. The last thing I told her was that she was going to make it. And you know, you know what she said to me?'
Tears are slowly running down his face.
'She said "Thank you for healing me Dr Wilson. I will always remember you. When I grow up, I want you to be there when I graduate, when I get married, when I have kids. Just so you know the life you saved hasn't wasted. Thank you Dr Wilson". And then she died because I made a stupid mistake. I gave her and her parents false hope because I didn't check properly. When I reached there, the little girl smiled up at me and said "You tried your best. Don't blame yourself" And I thought, how can such a little gir have such a big heart. She knew she was dying, and she just forgave me. Just like that.'

Thirteen stood there in shock, fighting back threatening tears. She was completely speechless. She hugged him and whispered gently in his ear 'Cry it out.' While she held him tight, trying her best to comfort him.

Half an hour later.

Wilson was the first to break the embrace, and he quickly wiped his tears before speaking.

'I'm sorry, that was completely unprofessional of me. I'm sorry to have wasted your time, Remy.'
That was the first time he used her first name, but she liked it. She liked the way he said it.
'No, of course not. You had to tell this to someone and I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me all of this....James.' She smiled as she used his first name for the first time. He liked it. He liked the way she said it.
'Um, so can you trust me enough to tell me what was wrong earlier?' He asked hesitant.
Thirteen just looked to the ground.
'Never mind it's OK. I understand if you don't.'
'Bye James.'
'Bye Remy.'
Wilson's gaze was now towards the ground. Not even looking up as she was walking out.
Thirteen owed him this much, after what he shared. Just before she walked out she told him.
'I'm positive for Huntingdon's.'
Wilson's head shot up but it was too late. She had gone.
He ran out of his office to stop her, when she spotted her quickly walking away and shouted at the top of his lungs.
'REMY! Stop!'
She ignored him and carried on walking faster and faster. But he sprinted towards her and once he caught up with her, grabbed her arm, gentle enough not to hurt her, but strong enough to turn her around, and he just did it. He kissed her. And she responded as he'd always hoped, by opening her mouth, inviting his tongue in, as she wrapped one arm around his neck, whilst the other played with his hair, and he pulled her closer to him, his hands holding her at her waist. Their kiss started off tentative, but grew more and more passionate.

Then she broke it off. Wilson stood there with an utterly confused look on his face.
'Is this out of pity?' She asked, almost angrily.
'No. Of course not. This is because life's too short. I come into work everyday, and when I see you, I think, why don't I just do it. Just kiss you. Why do I keep waiting? So I just did it. I kissed you. And I...'
He wasn't allowed to finish as Thirteen's mouth had stopped him by covering his, with more hungry kisses. She started to push him back towards his office, and ripped off each other's clothes with more passion than fire. Wilson led her towards the couch in his office, and she stopped him.

'What are you doing?' She asked.
'What two people normally do when they're naked.'
She hit him playfully, then started playing with his hair.
'I know that, silly. I mean, why the couch? Why not the balcony?' She answered with a cheeky smile, and couldn't help but laugh when she saw the bewildered look on his face.
'W-w-what!?'
'God, you're cute when you're nervous! Come on, I'll show you a good time.'
He got pushed towards the direction of the balcony, as he grabbed a blanket on the way, and he forgot about the fear of being watched when she kissed him and lay him down on the cold ground as she climbed on top of him.

He always liked it when women went on top. And she's the first one who just did it. From this alone he knew this woud be one hell of a sexy relationship. One that he was looking forward to.

The end.