[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Wilson was pensive as he opened the clinic today, several schools of thought weighing down his mind and making him restless.

Since sitting still held little appeal, he headed back into the exam rooms to clean for a bit.
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Wilson was yawning more than a little bit as he made his way into the clinic Monday morning.

Also, despite the fact that he was wearing a dress shirt, he was not wearing a tie as the collar of said shirt had been left undone. His neck was a bit sore this morning...no, he wasn't making any effort to hide why his neck was a bit sore this morning.

Some hickies you just wear with pride.

Talking with the on duty nurse, Wilson frowned a little that Gwynn hadn't yet made a break for freedom and sat down with her chart to see if there was anything possibly delying her recovery.

FTEC, Saturday, May 26

Saturday, May 26th, 2007 11:03 am
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
Christian made the morning rounds of the clinic patients, then took his place behind the front desk, hoping that more kids wouldn't be brought in today.
[identity profile] geniusdoctor.livejournal.com
With so many patients coming in, Doogie figured it would be a nice idea to come in and help Dr. Lambert. He checked on the patients who were still around, before going to man the desk while he waited for Natalie to arrive.

[OCD is done!]

FTEC, Friday, May 25

Friday, May 25th, 2007 07:52 am
[identity profile] sexydoctor.livejournal.com
Christian was getting pissed about the patients building up in the clinic. He hated seeing kids get hurt, and he hoped somebody would catch this masked maniac in the woods. And, okay, maybe being angry would cover the fact that masked maniac with a knife was making him freak out, just a little. But the Carver couldn't be in Fandom, right?
[identity profile] geniusdoctor.livejournal.com
Doogie had heard the ongoing radio reports of students getting hurt, so he was at least somewhat prepared to find people in the clinic. It was still difficult to see the exam rooms full of people though, and he just hoped that the empty rooms would stay that way.

[OCD is up!]
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Yeah, Wilson might look just a wee bit preoccupied this morning.

Kissing the Prince of Hell will do that to a person.

[ooc: YAY!! Condo is SOLD! Now, will be getting The OCDs are up!]

FTEC, Wednesday Night

Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007 10:38 pm
[identity profile] drlambert.livejournal.com
Natalie was surprised to find the clinic so full -- and not pleasantly surprised. She was even less thrilled when she began to review the patient charts. Dr. Wilson had done a good job patching everyone up, but the injuries were still worrisome. She was once again struck by the senselessness in attacking kids, even ones as mature and well-armed as the ones in Fandom.

With a sigh, she made her rounds. She checked bandages and fluids, then settled in to do some requisition forms. Both the lab and the clinic would need restocking after this.

[Patient rooms up... Please wait for patients to ping in.]
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
It had been a long night at the clinic.

Rather than bother trying to go home, Wilson had stayed on through the night, helping the nurse wake Lana hourly and also keeping Phoebe and Anders as comfortable as possible.

Jim and Bel had been discreetly watched over as well.

Aziraphale, bless him, had come down with a late night/early morning snack of grilled cheese sandwiches and later with omlettes and coffee but other than a quick break to grab a shower, Wilson had stayed put.

Morning found him napping relaxing in the front desk chair.

[ooc: please wait for The OCDs are up!]
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Wilson had spent a nice, relaxing day corrupting ducks and otherwise enjoying the summer sun.

Thus he was a bit surprised to find that the clinic had a patient in residence when he arrived at work that night. Frowning a little as he recognized Chad's name, Wilson went over the young man's chart with the on duty nurse and gave her instructions to keep him apprised of Chad's comfort through the night.

Then, he settled down at the front desk and set up his laptop to work on his latest journal article.
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
After having spent most of the day curled up with Aziraphale, Wilson was still blissfully unaware that most of the island's student population was wee.

Under this sense of innocence, he headed into the clinic, checked up with the nurse and then settled in to work on crosswords for the evening, save for when Phale came down with dinner.

FTEC, Monday night

Monday, April 16th, 2007 07:06 pm
[identity profile] janet-fraiser.livejournal.com
Janet's taxes were in, her day had been quiet, and she'd slept her way through the entire weekend, somehow through the power of having been offline the whole time having missed all the chaos that had been caused by whatever-it-was this time. But she was at the clinic, listening to music and trying to replace the lightbulb in her favorite penlight.
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
The nurse had been a little concerned when 5pm came and went and Wilson didn't show up but since the clinic was quiet and she had his pager number, she didn't fret overly. A quiet night without a doctor to bother her was a blessing.

Too bad that in about an hour FHT the quiet night was going to be shattered and the clinic was going to find itself, very busy indeed.
[identity profile] drlambert.livejournal.com
Natalie set her things down slowly, eyes scanning over Cally's chart. She read the notes made by the admitting physician -- or, in this case, the admitting aide -- and then those added by Dr. Troy. Taking a moment to unpack, she then peeked in on her patient. She spent the remaineder of the shift either in the lab or tending to the patient...and welcoming visitors.

Friday 2-3-06

Friday, February 3rd, 2006 06:13 am
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
It's noon before he makes it to the clinic.

His last day.

He's sitting at the desk, with a cup of coffee and Johnny Cash on the radio. He'd brought Cash in from town, and the pup in on the floor chewing on a rawhide bone.

Dr is in. Come say goodbye. He's on slowtime unil this evening
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
Even he thinks it's ironic that he's put more hours in to the clinic since resigning than he put in any other time.

There is some sadness in him about leaving. He's gotten sed to it. He actually cares about the kids at Fandom High.

But it's time. He's ready to move on. To what, he's not sure. Maybe nothing. Maybe he'll just retire and enjoy the days without responsibility or obligation. Maybe he'll learn to cook so he can fix elaborate dinners for Geoff.

He'd spent the night at Geoff's, and once settled behind the clinic desk, he pulled out his phone to check messages. There was just one but it seemed the world stopped while he listened to it.Arcs of pain throbbed in lis leg. He knew it was subconscious, there was nothing wrong with his leg.

In any case, the clinic is open around 10 am, though the doctor is nowhere *ahem: Read: NOWHERE* to be seen. With Cash on the radio and Coffe in the pot the clinic is, apparently abandoned. Feel free to stop by, because the doors are open...
[identity profile] lisacuddy.livejournal.com
Lisa opens up the clinic, and smiles at the bountiful amount of pencils in the ceiling.

She quickly gets to work, refilling the condom jar and contemplating a new bulletin board that will probably make Lee pass out.

She's in the Clinic all day, except for 4th period and lunch, when she carries an emergency pager.

There is no coffee for you today, but you can come play Nintendo in the lab with Lisa if you want. That's really where she'll be most of the day, while Wilson is sick and House... well, who knows.. Come bleed if you must.

Tues 12-13-05

Tuesday, December 13th, 2005 10:03 pm
[identity profile] gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com
He had Johnny Cash on the clinic radio. Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down, a song that reflected his mood a little too well. When it reached the final chords, he hit repeat to listen to it again, his fingers tapping out the beat on the edge of the desk.

He'd been trying to call his father all evening, and had only gotten the answering machince at home and voice mail on his cell The voice mail didn't surprise him, his father never turned the phone on. But the house phone? The fact no one answered unnerved him more than he cared to admit. He had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind, maybe not constantly in his thoughts but always close, hovering, never far away.

He was in the clinic, reorganising the drugs in the lock up while he listened to Johnny Cash, because it gave him something to do. He'd had the bottles alphabetical, then rearranged by catagory, and decided he liked alphabetical better.

Hurt came over the CD player. With a weary sigh, he left the lock up half alphabetical, half by catagory, and went into the lobby to sit at the desk to listen without distraction.

"I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel...
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real"
[identity profile] death-n-binky.livejournal.com
*DEATH can still be seen sitting at the desk from last night. His pen is scribbling maddly still and seems to have ammassed quite a large collection of notes. He continues to flip through his collection of books and magazines. Right now it appears the choice of reading is Rules for Radicals, though he periodcally flips through a stack of magazines and catalouges at his right.

Sometime in the night he apparently retrieved the duck, which quacks approval or disapproval when asked about a particular article of clothing.*

DEATH is in, bleed here please. Or talk. Or pet the ducky.

((OOC: I've set up three threads - Exam1, Lab, and Waitng. If you have your own room, please open a comment for that room, because I really don't know who is where at the moment.))
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Wilson and House had been up the whole night, between hourly checks on Rory, Marty and Logan they had -laughably- tried to relieve each other for a few hours of sleep but each had been too keyed up to take advantage and after the first try had given up.

The oncologist had quietly worked on paperwork in between rounds, while House had played with his gameboy. For the moment, neither had brought up the subject of what had just happened with the other, it was just all too confusing and in the end, not important to delivering medical attention. In some ways, it was better that they didn't have the details, that would just confuse the focus.

As morning dawned, Wilson had taken advantage of a quick break to grab a shower and clean the blood off his skin and out of his hair. He'd come back and tagged House out, firmly suggesting that the older doctor needed to put some intense heat therapy on that bad leg of his...and also demanding -in a loving manner- that House make coffee.

When House headed off towards the little apartment, Wilson began to run rounds once more.

[ooc: For the sake of my sanity, please put all 'Morning after' comments into this post. I'll have threads up for all the sickies as soon as LJ lets me. Thank you! :)]
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
Wilson was up early again or perhaps he just hadn't gotten to sleep it was hard to tell. He'd come back to the Clinic after talking with Aziraphale and Crowley and settled in to work in the lab for a few hours.

He'd finished up Grissom's biopsy as well as the initial blood work for Lisa and Jonathan, the work taking him late into the night. When he'd finished with that work, he'd gone in and checked up on Jack before heading back to the apartment to grab a quick nap and a shower.

Going down to The Perk, Wilson had gotten himself an extra strong coffee, using the early morning walk to help wake himself up before returning to open up the Clinic. He made calls to Grisson, Lisa and Jonathan before actually opening the Clinic doors, the tantalizing smell of Jamacian Blue Mountain and the quiet sounds of Vanessa-Mae filling the quiet waiting room.

Doctor on Duty.

Fandom High RPG

About the Game

---       Master Game Index
---       Thinking of Joining?
---       Application Information
---       Existing Character Directory

In-Character Comms

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun


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