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Clinic Hours, Monday Evening

Late Monday afternoon found James Wilson back in the clinic. Yes, he really was this much of a workaholic as it beat sitting around thinking about things he wasn't entirely certain he was ready to be thinking about.

Swiping a red lollipop from House's private stash, the oncologist dug through a few old medical journals until he found one he hadn't had time to read up on yet and then strolled into the clinic. Tugging a plastic chair away from the wall, he pulled it up next to one of the beds and flopped into it, long legs immediately sprawling up against the bedframe, as it was impossible for Wilson to sit properly in a chair.

He didn't know if he should expect any visitors on a Monday and what sounded like a busy Monday for the school but he'd settle in for a few hours and at least pretend to read the journal in his lap, just in case anyone happened to need him.

(ooc- I should be around until 11ish EST)

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After Art Class Jake decided to attempt to get his blood back once more. So he walked over to the clinic, paused, and said, loudly, "Anybody here to give me my blood back? It misses me, and you've been mean to it."

Wilson blinked before mentally parking the page he was on and kicking himself up to his feet. Tossing the gnawed lollipop stick off into a trashcan he poked his head around the door and asked in what he hoped was a reasonable tone.

"Would I could as 'anybody' and I'm sorry, your blood misses you?"

That was not a statement he was used to hearing, though something told him he'd better ramp up on it really quickly.

"Depends. Do you work here?" Jake asked, eyeing the man in the doorway. "And, yes, it does. I let Doctor-with-game have some to see if it could tell him why I turned into a girl. Since I'm back now, and he so couldn't help me, I would like it back."

The oncologist felt his eyebrows sweep upwards at the young man's attitude but he just as quickly put it down to the age.

And the whole...turned into a girl??

Giving his head a slight shake Wilson moving on through the doorway.

"Well...yes, sorta of. Let me check a few of the refridgerators to see if I can find it. What name would it be labled under?"

"Jake Gavin." Jake tilted his head to listen to the signals he was getting from his blood. "It's still alive, if barely."

"Gavin, J, okay. Did he just take a vial?" Wilson tugged open one of the main refridgerators and began to rumage about within it's depths.

"Was House working on this for you?"

Jake looked blank. "I.. have no idea. I thought he'd be doing doctor-ly things with it." As he was usually never sick, Jake had no idea what doctors usually did, but doctor-with-game had been very persistant and convincing, so presumably he knew.

Wilson sucked pensively on a tooth. He hated to tread across House's work, if the older man was working on something with the blood but at the same time, it was Jake's blood so he couldn't flatly refuse to give it back to him.

Well, won't be the first time House yelled at me.

"Okay." Burrowing about, he found the vial he was looking for tucked safely aside in a styrofoam base. Tugging it loose, he checked to see if there were any other vials for Gavin laying about and if there were, picked them up. If not, it was just the one.

"Here you go...though you might want to come back when Dr. House is on duty to talk with him, see if he made any progress?"

"Hey, thanks!" Jake grabbed the vial happily, communing with his blood for a moment. He stood there staring intently at the vial, deep frown as he tried to figure out what had been done with it, and whether or not he could change it into something usable.

The blood barely responded.

Jake sighed. He'd been hoping he'd get a better signal once he was near it, but apparently not. With a thought the blood instantly died. Jake held the vial towards possible-Doctor person again. "Dr. House did something weird with it." Jake paused, then rolled his eyes. "Like actually doing tests, duh. Sometimes I'm stupid. Um. I killed it, wil that help do you think? I didn't think about doing it before."

Wilson reached for the vial automatically and tried desperately to wrap his brain around the conversation he was having with Jake.

"Uh, well to be honest I don't know." Might as well be up front about this. "I can tell him, what you just told me and does he know how to contact you if he has any questions?"

"Probably. I think I gave him my biography, my dad's, aunt's and random distant relatives as well. Dr. House is very curious, isn't he?"

Jake has no idea that this is a baffling conversation to be having, by the way. *grins*

Well now he really was stunned. House...took a patient's history???

Giving his head a shake, the oncologist looked at the vial in his hand.

"I...I have to imagine he is, about something at least."

~~I don't know what he's more stunned by, the living blood or House taking a patient's history!~~

"Don't think he's met a mutant like me before." Jake squinted. "Or, he's from an all-human place, right?"

~~*g!*~~

That earned the young man a blink and then a slow nod.

"He and I come from the same...place and ah yes as far as I can tell...it's all..." Wilson considered the word he wanted to use here and went with, "homosapien."

"What I thought," Jake nodded, wearing his 'your world is freaky' face, mainly to hide the fact that worlds that by all accounts seemed much like his own, but lacking in mutants made him uncomfortable. "Anyway, so, no one like me." He paused and frowned. "Actually, I've never met anyone like me either. Interesting."

Leaning back against the fridge, Wilson crossed his arms over his chest and eyed the young man with gentle curiosity.

"You mean, you haven't met other mutants?"

Jake gave him a look. "No, of course I've met other mutants. I meant, I haven't met anybody else who talk to their cells the way I do. I've met shapeshifters and healers, but, you know. Not like me." He snorted, recalling his conversation with Chihaya. "I'm a unique snowflake, me."

It was right there on the tip of his tongue to point out that unique was not a bad thing but Wilson quickly swallowed the words and tried to look at the situation from Jake's perspective.

Yeah...looking at it that way, unique had to also be pretty damn lonesome.

"Well, Dr. House is a fairly stubborn individual." Understatement! "And if he's taken an interest in working with you about this, I don't imagine he's going to give up easily until everybody has a better understanding of what's going on."

"Even now I've been fixed?" Jake asked, surprised.

Shifting to cross his ankles, Wilson eyed the younger man for a moment before asking.

"Do you know how you got fixed? Do you know why it happened in the first place? Do you know what might have triggered it? Do you know where it could affect you again? Do you know who else might be able to help you?"

Years of association with the stubborn Diagnostician had the oncologist smiling wryly.

"If those questions aren't answered? I'm fairly certain he's going to continue to investigate the situation. He's...deliberate that way."

Lily finds Wilson.

"Excuse me, Dr. Wilson? I'm sorry to interrupt, but I could use your help with a patient (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/23784.html?thread=783848#t783848)."

Wilson looked over and it took him a moment to connect the face to the crash course introduction House had spewed off at some point.

"Of course, Lily." Holding his hand out for the chart he moved towards her. "Where are we going?"

"Exam Room 4 (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/23784.html?thread=783848#t783848). Parker is in there, complaining of acute stomache pains, no unusual foods consumed today, and there is a possibility of pregnancy. I'm not sure where to go from there, though."

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