Huntington’s Disease. I just stared at the piece of paper that shared the test result that would change my life. I knew there was a good possibility I had it. But I never wanted to believe or know for that matter that I had it. I was ok with not knowing.

“I’m sorry,” House said, with the sincerest concerned look on his face.

“I did not authorize this test,” I said calmly, “you had no right! This is my business and my business only.”

“The health and well being of my team IS my business. I count on you on a day to day basis and you will have days that you are not one hundred percent and…”

“AND, I did not want to know,” I interrupted,  “I know that one day I’d eventually find out. But not like this House.”

“Thirteen,” he said as I crumpled up the paper. I tossed it into the trash and picked my bag up and left his office and I ran. I made it all the way to my car tossed my bag in and drove off. I fumed in my car all the way home, I didn’t know what I was more mad about, House running the test without my consent or the fact I have this disease. I got home and collapsed onto my bed, and cried. This isn’t supposed to happen to me. I never did anything wrong. I went over all the possible reason why this has happened to me. I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I stared at my reflection, the water dripping off my face and decided to go out.

I went to the Ladies Lounge, a bar I frequented. I was sure of my mission and made my way to the bar to order a drink.

“Hey Remy baby, how you doin’ sweetie,” Frannie the bartender asked.

“I’ve had better days,” I replied.

“Aw that sucks sweetie.”

“Yeah. You know my usual.”

“I do,” she said.

“Keep ‘em coming,” I said as I walked away. I downed my drinks and went to the dance floor. I danced by myself until a gorgeous brunette started dancing with me. We danced a couple songs and I went and bought drinks. As we stood there waiting for drinks, she kissed me, and we kept kissing. Jackpot! I thought to myself.