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"No smoking? Oh, no WAY...."

Parker spluttered through the rest of his explanation, stuck back on her nicotine, then focused on the others. "I can still have coffee though, right? Right? And okay, Tylenol. That's fine. But.... no smoking?" She tried a hopeful, charming smile. "You mean just less smoking, right? Because I can cut back. The campaign's over. I won't need to smoke as much. I'm okay with that. And how the hell can smoking do anything to an ulcer?"

At the rest of it, she looked vaguely nauseated again, but nodded.

Leaning back against the counter, Wilson crossed his arms across his chest tapping his hip with the file.

"You're asking an oncologist to sign off on the idea of moderate smoking vs quitting all together? I'm realistic about the chances of your quitting but I left compromising my stance on cigarettes in my other pants.

Though he was serious in his words, he didn't try to jam it down her throat or come across as patronizing. He knew enough about patients to know they would do their own thing and all the pushing, shoving and insistng in the world wasn't going to mean shit.

"You're going to find yourself listing to your own body for all of these factors. Right now, since you didn't report the bloody stool or blood in your vomit, I feel safe in saying the ulcer hasn't ruptured...yet."

Parker bit her lips at that "yet", and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Okay. Okay. Point made, understood." She sighed, wincing. "I just like my vices, damnit."

She took a couple moments to think, then uncovered her face. "Right. I'll... try. I guess. Starting tomorrow. Do you have Nicorette, or one of those patches, or something here?"

Parker crossed her arms and pouted. "I want a lollipop. One of Dr. House's red ones, damnit."

Okay, that display caused sensual lips to twitch, though Wilson fought to keep the grin off his face. His dark eyes danced however and he pulled the script pad free and scribbled out another perscription.

"Here is a script for a nicotine patch, if nothing else you might be able to submit it back to an insurance company for compensation. I'll dispense some Nicorette, just give me a moment."

Walking out of the room, he was gone for about ten minutes before returning with a package of the gum and...a red lollipop.

"Here." He set the packet down but held the lollipop back as he looked her straight in the eye.

"Give it an honest effort, I'll do whatever I can to help. That includes red lollipops. You can even come and watch House ream me out for handing out his darlings. Deal?"

Parker seemed thoughtful. Clutching the script for the nicotine patch, she looked from him to the lollipop, then at the Nicorette.

Then she smiled. "Deal. I'm smoking my last cigarette tonight, Doc. I can't pass up the free chance to see Dr. House ranting, can I?"

Wilson chuckled softly. He knew he was battling against the odds and it was all together possible that he'd just end up looking like an idealistic fool but that was nothing new with him.

"I usually like to sell tickets, consider this your backstage pass."

Idealistic fool or not, everyone got the same genuine offer of help and the same investment of hope that this time...it might just work out.

Parker took the lollipop and ripped off the wrapper. "Thanks, Doc. And thanks for the diagnosis. I guess." She looked disgusted, and licked the candy with a disgruntled expression. "Stupid campaign. Maybe I can sue *them* for support of Raindrop."

"I'll come back if it gets worse." She smiled. "You're a lot nicer than Dr. House. Who's a stand-up guy, but...."

Moving to hold the door open for her, Wilson chuckled.

"But...who can be an unmitigated ass? Yeah, I know...but he's lovable in a...prickly hedge hog sorta way."

Despite the snark there was obvious affection in his tone as he talk about his best friend.

"He didn't inject me with gremlin spit, which is always the first thing I look for in a doctor. Even if he *didn't* try to bust me for excessive Nice at Homecoming." Parker jumps off the examing table, and said, "And yeah, ass covers it. But hey, great lollipops. And not stupid."

She cocks her head at Wilson as she walks through the door. "You guys are cute together." She grins around the lollipop. "See you later, Doc."

Parker sashays away.

But she's still upset about the smoking. Oh yes.

_{[ooc: *loves on your Wilson* Gracias, and should she come back next week, even sicker, you think?]}

(ooc- *Shy blush!* Thank you!! I'm glad you enjoyed him, I had a blast coming in to this!! Thank you so much for drawing him in. I would say it would be up to how her week goes? I dragged the actual diagnosis and treatment out of WebMD. If she doesn't adjust her life style even a bit...yeah she'd probably get sicker.)</small)

_{[ooc: Welcome! And okay, we'll see how her mun's week goes, ha, and then by extension how this works out. Watching her try to quit smoking should be a *trip*.]}

(ooc-*Grins!* Sounds like a plan and will definitely be watching! Hee!)

(ooc: should Broots help her out like he did on the show? *g*)

_{[[ooc: You know, it's been so long-- remind me, what did he do?]]}

(ooc: had a packet of cigarettes be delivered to her hotel room.))

_{[ooc: *laugh* Maybe later this week, yeah. But give her 'til Friday, at least. And let her snap at him a while before he does it. heh.]}

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