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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Even though he'd just met the young man and didn't have a great deal of experience with the school or the events that tended to unfold around it's students, Wilson had taken Jack's warning to heart.

He'd spoken to House about what Jack had asked for and on Thursday morning, the oncologist had quietly set aside the five beds, grouping them together in one area of the clinic. Also in that area he set up numerous carts with supplies and the crash cart, everything within easy reach of any medical staff who might be on duty whenever the shit hit the fan.

Putting together the little triage area also helped the oncologist get familiar with where everything was in the Clinic and somehow, he was beginning to suspect that knowledge was going to prove invaluble in the coming weeks.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker and Rogue come in, pushing a book-cart laden with... Dr. Gil Grissom. Dr. Grissom is out cold, and Parker and Rogue look harried.

Spying Dr. Wilson, Parker says, "Can we get a little help over here?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna runs in close behind Rory and Miss Parker. "Doctor Wilson, if you need any help, I'm a healer, I can take care of minor injuries."

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Lisa follows in after Alanna, still a little fuzzy from her spectacular pratfall trying to lure Han away from the goddess.

"I'm going to go lie down, call if you need me, okay?"

Lisa falls into a far bed, where she was squatting just a few days ago, and falls asleep.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han apologizes yet again, as he has half a dozen times on the way over. Hurting her violated his deepest, wookiee-instilled ethic: you don't hurt those smaller than you.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker waves to Alanna. "I'm going to go unlock Coach Ash. Could you keep an eye on Dr. Grissom?" She grimaces. "I'll be back when I'm not wearing a see-through T-shirt any more."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Sure! Do you know what's wrong with him?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Rogue looks guilty. "I kinda hit him with a bit Atlas. On his head." She twists her hands in her gloves. "I didn't break him, did I?"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky comes in, still dressed in Jaffa garb, but without the distinctly smug look that goes along with being the top chosen mortal servant of a goddess. He looks tired as he finds a seat out of the way. He's been in enough triage situations to know that a headache can wait.. but he has to admit that he's a little anxious with potential Goa'uld around considering the last time he had this bad of a headache it was because there was a snake wrapped around his spinal cord.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna walks over to the guy sitting on the side. "You in one piece?"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

He dopily blinks and looks up. "Yeah. I'm good. Just a headache. I don't mind waiting."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker studies him on her way back in from the library. "So you're not all 'kneel before your goddess' any more?"

[pyramid-is-life.livejournal.com]

Kara walks into the clinic with her arm around Lee.

"Here's one for you, Doc."

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

*mutters something about a red bra*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Oh, nice work, Thrace." Parker is determined not to laugh.

*snicker*

[pyramid-is-life.livejournal.com]

"It was suprisingly easy."

Kara shrugs and helps Lee onto a spare bed.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

*mumbles something about toast*

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han follows the group. "I think I'm all right. Alanna patched me up. Might not hurt to let a docbot have a go at me though."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker mouths "docbot?" to Rogue, then shakes her head.



_{[ooc: really gone now. But had to say, I love your poor heroic-almost Han.]}

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: it made a fun change, playing him all humorless, devoted and heroic.]]

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH takes comes in, his usual time, and takes note of the changes in the clinic.*

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

I could use some happy pills. New Doc gave me some aspirin a few days ago but I gotta tell ya, I just don't think that's gonna cut it tonight.

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH begins to examine O'Neill, checking pulse, temperature and reflexes*

OOC For Observors

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Just so any and all wanderers know the clinic is currently filled with people from this riot over here. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/janet_fraiser/29916.html) Feel free to browse.

Multi-tasking, Clinic style!

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

(ooc- WOW, needless to say I did not expect to wake up to 81 replies to my post! Thank you all for the welcome! I sat here for a couple of hours and tried to figure out how best to address all the threads and figured that since a lot of them looked like they wrapped instead of opening them I’d do one big comment with Wilson skittering around address different casualties.

If I accidentally step on any miscues, please let me know and I’ll be more than happy to change but I’m trying to keep things open and generic enough for people to use or not use as they go ahead. Thanks again…and Jack…you are in SOOOO much trouble! :D )


Yeah, okay soooo there really was no real way to prepare for what came spilling through the door. It had been some years since Wilson worked on the front lines of an ER situation, so to say but it was rather like riding a bike and the oncologist’s generally unflappable nature came to his aid as he dove into the mire of unconscious bodies, headaches and generally dazed individuals.

He had no idea what possibly could have caused this mess but rather then focus on what he didn’t know, he simply put his mind to treating the different symptoms.

Grissom, with the head injury –How damn big had that atlas been anyway???- was checked for pupil response and when the moaning and groaning became a little more lucid, Wilson asked a few of those annoy ‘do you know who you are’ type questions. A failure of the finger test –two not four- was offset by a general lucidity and so Wilson left Grissom under Alanna’s watchful eye as he moved on down the line.

Kawalsky was next and though the oncologist did a double take at the CAT request –he was looking for a WHAT?- he ran the test, which as far as he could tell came back clean, at least in the head and neck regions. Well…if you ignored the tattoo, which was what Wilson was doing for the time being.

Lee and Han were both given quick thorough reviews the work done on Han in the field definitely up to snuff and with instructions to try to get some rest over the next few days and…maybe stop muttering about red bras, they were cleared as well.

That left….okay who let DEATH into the clinic?!?! Wilson really needed to catch up with House and ask about his equal opportunity hiring practices.

And finally, after a few hours of bringing multi-tasking to a whole new level, Wilson found himself in front of Jack O’Neill.

Hands set on his hips the oncologist fixed the younger man with a dark eyed stare that usually made even House wriggle like a worm on a hook as he asked calmly.

“Okay, in return for my ignoring the familiar shape and form of those white pills in your hand, not to mention the ‘No comment’ that’s probably going to be coming out of my mouth over the next few days, are you going to tell me what the hell just happened?”

(ooc- Love the idea of Jack not leaving Wilson alone, even if it is to embarrass him silly, bring it!! And I adore the nickname! :D )

Re: Multi-tasking, Clinic style!

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack looked a little worse for the wear, his sling had some dried blood an saliva on it, his hair was a mess and his eyes were half closed. His body language told a different story all together though. If one didn't know better they might think he was having fun.

"Hey there New Doc! Having fun?"