Wilson rested his hands in his lap, glancing between them. "Alright. Here's how we do this."
He ticked the points off on his fingers.
"First, we get updated labs. Blood counts, organ function, full panel. No assumptions off old data."
He looked at House deliberately. "You can either bully his oncologist into ordering them or I can write a very polite, very aggressive letter. Your choice."
House grunted but didn’t argue.
"Second," Wilson continued, turning back to Nyx, "you follow up with your primary oncologist. I’ll draft a recommendation—treatment shouldn’t be delayed unless those labs show a real reason. We go in strong, controlled, not half-measures."
Wilson softened slightly before continuing. "Third, we set you up with some support before chemo starts. Fluids, nutrition, someone on-call to help with the mental health side of things if you need it. Nothing heavy-handed. No hand-holding unless you ask for it."
"And finally," Wilson added, flicking his eyes toward House with faint amusement, "your local support system. Meaning House gets to pretend to be a responsible adult. And he can also keep me looped in from afar on your progress."
This was roughly the sort of thing House had expected, so he only nodded.
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Date: 2025-04-26 01:52 pm (UTC)He ticked the points off on his fingers.
"First, we get updated labs. Blood counts, organ function, full panel. No assumptions off old data."
He looked at House deliberately. "You can either bully his oncologist into ordering them or I can write a very polite, very aggressive letter. Your choice."
House grunted but didn’t argue.
"Second," Wilson continued, turning back to Nyx, "you follow up with your primary oncologist. I’ll draft a recommendation—treatment shouldn’t be delayed unless those labs show a real reason. We go in strong, controlled, not half-measures."
Wilson softened slightly before continuing. "Third, we set you up with some support before chemo starts. Fluids, nutrition, someone on-call to help with the mental health side of things if you need it. Nothing heavy-handed. No hand-holding unless you ask for it."
"And finally," Wilson added, flicking his eyes toward House with faint amusement, "your local support system. Meaning House gets to pretend to be a responsible adult. And he can also keep me looped in from afar on your progress."
This was roughly the sort of thing House had expected, so he only nodded.