Wilson had spent most of the day sitting out on the balcony wrapped in his jacket with a far away look on his face. He'd finally pulled himself together and after choking down a bit of toast, the young doctor headed down to the clinic for the evening shift.
At least it was something to put his focus on.
Getting into the clinic, Wilson brushed the little cat hairs off the counter and set up his laptop on the off chance that he might be able to work on his paper. Reading the notes left by the other doctors, he peeked briefly into Exam Room One, on young Skywalker but didn't disturb the boy.
Sitting at the counter lasted for about...half an hour, then Wilson gave up the joke that was his attempt to focus on the paper and he shut down the computer. Ransacking the drawers, he pulled together the last inventory list Janet had checked off and took himself off to the empty exam rooms.
Tearing them apart, he set in to thoroughly cleaning and disinfected the rooms, the physical activity a good outlet for his anxiety.
[ooc: Wilson is here for the evening shift, just to keep things from getting too confusing. :)]