Chapter 14: As a Girlfriend Candidate, Bianca Is Perfect
"What? Bro, I didn't even finish high school, and you want me to build that?"
Lip stared at William like he'd just been asked to hack NASA.
William patted his shoulder, smiling with complete confidence. "Lip, trust me. You've got real potential."
Those words hit Lip harder than he expected.
Sure, people always told him he was smart, but no one ever said it like they meant it.
For the first time in a long time, he felt… seen.
"I—uh… I can try, I guess," he mumbled.
William nodded. "Good. You'll pull it off. Once the software's done, I'll even hire you and Ian to help me run it."
That caught Lip's attention instantly.
Upstairs, William had shown him a few Bitcoin trading forums and explained his idea:
a simple auto-scanning program that could track sale listings, match the right price, and lock in buys automatically.
For someone like Lip, who'd never touched this stuff before, it sounded impossible.
But William knew better — this was the kid who, in another life, would hack parking meters to skim card data.
A script like this would be child's play.
It wasn't just about money, either.
William needed Lip busy — too busy to screw around, literally.
A distracted Lip meant no romantic entanglements, no "destiny events."
And if the kid was going to waste his genius fixing cars someday,
he might as well work for William first.
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"The two hundred's yours once it's done," William said, placing the bills on the desk.
"After that, I'll give you five per transaction. Fair?"
Lip grinned. "Deal."
Satisfied, William nodded and headed downstairs — only to walk right into a scene straight out of a bad sitcom.
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In the living room, Mandy Milkovich was on top of Ian, trying to kiss him,
while Ian pushed her off in a panic.
"Fuck you, Ian!" Mandy shouted, mortified, before spotting William.
Their eyes met.
The humiliation on her face was raw — not anger, but wounded pride.
To be rejected and caught… it was the kind of thing that burned a scar on a teenage girl's ego.
Mandy glared daggers at William, then stormed out, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the frame.
Upstairs, Lip jumped at the sound.
"What the hell was that!?"
Downstairs, William just smirked. "You've got quite the situation, huh?"
"Fuck off," Ian snapped, glaring at him.
William ignored it. If anything, he found Ian's irritation amusing — especially since he already knew the truth about him.
Relax, kid. Your secret's safe… for now.
With a small chuckle, William turned and left the Gallagher house.
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South Side Hospital
"Hey, sweetheart, which way to urology?"
William stopped a young nurse near the entrance.
She blinked, momentarily confused by his question — and, maybe, by his looks.
"There's a sign over there," she said quickly, pointing toward the directory before hurrying off,
leaving him scratching his head.
Weird reaction.
He wasn't here for himself — he was here to find inspiration.
If he was going to "fix" Lip's little addiction problem, maybe a visit to the department that treated men with… performance issues might help.
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As he approached the elevators, something caught his eye — a familiar figure lying on a gurney in the hallway.
Frank Gallagher.
The man was sprawled out, half-conscious, abandoned like medical waste.
Given how many bills he'd skipped out on,
the fact that the hospital hadn't dumped him on the curb was a small miracle —
or maybe just federal patient law doing the bare minimum.
William rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
Right leg crushed, full reconstruction needed... not a cheap job.
Why the hell am I even thinking about this guy?
He wasn't. Not until two medical staff walked by.
"His right leg's completely shattered," the nurse said.
"If he wants to walk again, the cost's going to be huge."
"Like he'll ever pay," the doctor replied dryly.
"Everything'll end up on my desk again, as usual."
And that was when William saw her — the doctor.
A woman in her early thirties, sharp eyes, pale from exhaustion but beautiful in a worn, human way.
Bianca.
William recognized her instantly.
Another victim of the chaos orbiting Frank Gallagher —
a bright young doctor who, in another timeline, would fall for Frank's manipulative charm,
abandon her treatments for terminal pancreatic cancer,
and die far too early, drained of hope and life.
A tragic, brilliant woman ruined by the worst kind of man.
William's lips curved into a slow, deliberate smile.
As a girlfriend candidate… Bianca's perfect.
Frank Gallagher was a miracle — the kind that made you question whether miracles should exist at all.
When his liver finally gave out, death was practically waving at him from across the room.
But somehow, by a cosmic joke or karmic glitch, he'd managed to survive.
He'd gotten scammed by a drug dealer who stole one of his kidneys —
and that missing kidney, by some bureaucratic loophole, bumped him to top priority on the organ transplant list.
Before anyone realized the mistake, he'd already been matched with a compatible liver.
Just like that, Frank — cockroach incarnate — got a brand-new lease on life.
It was, without exaggeration, the least dignified resurrection in human history.
Thinking about both Frank and Bianca's tragic end made William's brow crease in irritation.
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"Excuse me, are you Dr. Bianca Samson?"
William wasn't the kind of man to mope over fate.
If something disgusted him, he'd simply rewrite it.
And besides, this was the perfect chance to test his new ability — Disease Transference.
Bianca turned, puzzled. "I am. Have we met?"
"No," William said easily, smiling as he extended a hand. "But now we have.
William Blake. Nice to meet you, Dr. Samson."
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Bianca blinked, caught off guard.
Was she… being hit on?
She'd been the straight-laced, by-the-book type her whole life —
high school valedictorian, med school straight through, residency, now full-time doctor.
Her dating history wasn't empty, but this kind of approach — confident, direct, yet oddly genuine — was new.
And since her name was printed right on her white coat, she didn't overthink how he knew it.
Smiling politely, she reached out and shook his hand.
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The moment their palms met, William activated Disease Transference.
A subtle current surged through his body — not pain, not warmth, but something conceptual.
He felt it: the faint, unformed shadow of pancreatic cancer deep within her being,
quietly siphoned away into an invisible space within himself.
It didn't merge with his body; it simply existed elsewhere, suspended, waiting.
And William knew with unnerving certainty that he could return it to her at any time —
if he ever chose to.
He wouldn't, of course.
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"Dr. Samson," he said with a disarming smile,
"I know you're busy, but… when do you get off work?
I'd like to buy you a cup of coffee — if that's alright."
Bianca hesitated for a heartbeat, then nodded, a hint of curiosity flickering in her tired eyes.
William, meanwhile, was already two steps ahead.
Out of all the women in this chaotic, morally bankrupt city,
Bianca was one of the few genuinely good ones.
Level-headed, kind, sharp — and normal.
In this world, William thought, watching her, normal is a rare luxury.
He wasn't planning to stay single forever.
And if he had to pick someone to build a future with —
someone worth the effort —
Bianca Samson was the obvious choice.
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