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Wednesday morning found Wilson down in the clinic with a few of his own journals, a legal pad, the PDA and a cup of coffee. It was better then just sitting in the apartment and watching bad morning game shows and his services might actually be required, one never knew.

And if they weren't...well...he had enough questions of his own, in between the vampire, the mutant and the old soul in a young body he'd met so far.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_red_xiii_/]

Red looked up at the sign for the clinic. He wasn't sure he should be here but if he wasn't, he figured the big rolling ball would come oust him.

In the meantime, he would take his chances. Pressing his head against the door, he shoved in and trotted up to the first person he saw.

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I believe the proper term here would be...meep!

Wilson looked up at the sound of, claws on the linolium and quickly reached with his hand to rub his eyes.

Uh...

Yeah...still there.

Dark eyes flicked towards a couple of the nitres oxide tanks to confirm they weren't on and then he looked back towards Red.

Well...given everything else I've seen come through here to date, politeness hasn't gotten me killed....yet.

"Um, hello?"

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"Good morning," Red said with a toothy smile. "I hope I'm not interrupting."

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"Uh...no." Wilson might have squeaked, though at 39 he hoped that his voice was settled enough to keep most squeaks at bay.

"Did...err...can I help you with something?"

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"I hope so." Red sat down. "My name is Red and I run the tattoo and piercing shop," his tail gestured out the door with a fiery flick, "in town. I run a clean shop and to in order to keep doing so, I on occasion get tested to make sure I am not carrying anything that constitutes a health risk and to make sure I haven't picked up anything either. I usually go out of town but I thought since the clinic is here..." he tilted his head.

"Although I don't know the rules and whether the townspeople actually have access to the clinic or if this is for the highschool only." Grinning, his paw rubbed over an ear. "So, I'm hoping you can help me. It would make it ever so more convenient to come here."

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((ooc: Meetings! Bah! I'll be back in about an hour or so))

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The oncologist blinked as the big...cat?...settled in to talk and proved to be quite articulate as well. But as the conversation progressed, he found himself nodding to Red's sensibilities in wanting the testing, the weirdness of talking to a large...red...cat quickly forgotten.

"I don't see why it would be a problem, especially as it would most likely save problems down the road. Though you understand you'll have to pay for the labwork?"

(ooc-Ahh..meetings, yes I understand them well! :) )

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker was feeling very, very nauseous-- and only a *tiny* bit guilty-- as she walked into the clinic.

"Dr. Wilson? Can I get that script for the nicotine patch filled here, or do I need to go into town?"

..mmph. Gah. Blick.

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Dark eyes swept over her with a clinical thoroughness and he moved towards a cabinet.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Parker. I think we have a couple patches here, let me take a look."

Burrowing about in a drawer, he shot her a sideways glance.

"How are you feeling, otherwise?"

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To tell, or not to tell.... "I smoked Colonial weed last night." She made a face. "And I don't think it agreed with me at all." Parker whimpered and put her head down on her knees.

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Wilson considered smacking himself in the face with...well...something but he curbed the urge. Instead, he yanked out a packet with a months worth of patches in it and eyed her.

"Yeah...I'd say not. I can stand here and do the whole scolding, 'drugs bad' spiel but...I really don't think anything I can say will make as much of an impression as how you obviously feel so...safe to assume you won't be doing that again any time soon?"

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"She said it didn't have any nicotine in it. I should've asked her *exactly* what it was, but..." Parker groaned, and sat up, making a face. "Yes. Drugs bad. Why I thought Fandom High drugs would be different, I don't know."

Sighing, she said, "Never again. God. I do want to quit. Mostly. I just hate that I have to." She pushed her hair out of her face. "Childish. Okay. Gimme a patch and send me on my way."

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"Lollipops are a fairly descent oral substitute...or take a leaf out of House's book and just slack your need for a cigarette by making everybody else around you want to smoke more."

He held out the packet. "Here, there are four in here, one for each week. I'll place an order for more and for the step down dose that way you don't have to go in to town."

He knew it wasn't easy, what she was trying to do, especially if she was conflicting between the urge and need to smoke and the urge and need to quit. All he could do was let her know he'd try to make sure she had support, if she wanted to take advantage of it.

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

It was well past noon y the time House dragged himself in to the clinic. And, there was one good reason why he headed that way.

He limped through the hallway to his desk. The reason he ventured into the clinic was there, sitting in his chair. Looking rather relaxed an comfortable, as far as House could tell. Also looking like he needed a kiss, not that House was thinking about doing such a thing.

"Quiet morning?"

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It was too bad that House wasn't thinking about doing such a thing because Wilson would probably be thinking just how nice it would feel.

Looking up, he smiled goodnaturedly and moved to stand up.

"Mostly, yes. Had a canine come in for bloodwork and Parker was in for nicotine patches but other then that, no screaming traumas. What nefarious activities have you been up to?"

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House made a shocked face. "Are you implying that I was doing somehing immoral in there?" he glanced back toward the apartment.

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"Were you? Without me? I might have to pout."

Lookie...he pouted, which basically consisted of pushing his full lower lip out and peering at House with wide Puss-In-Boots eyes.

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House moved closer to him, left hand reaching out to trace the full line of that pushed-out lip. "That would be...tragic." House nodded. "It would."

"But I tihnk I know just how to make you forget about being upset." Another inch, so they stood toe to toe. House's blue eyes searched Wilson's face before they clsoed and he leaned forward justthe slightest bit, catching that beautiful mouth against his own.

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Whatever the current rumormill had running through it say, the truth was they hadn't kissed -believe it or not they hadn't had the time- since the night of Homecoming.

Granted, there had been a hell of alot of kissing going on then but...as this is a PG rated thread, we won't discuss that.

Wilson heard himself make a small noise in his throat as House's warm mouth moved across his, the older man's stubble tickling his own smooth shaven chin. He could smell the soap House used to clean that morning, the faintest whiff of shampoo and the taste of something sweet and lollipop like still lingering on his lips. Reaching up to touch the older man's right arm, an automatic steadying motion, Wilson tried an expermentive roll of his lips against House's, teasing the older man with a light nip.

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

"You-hoo? New Doc? Anyone here?"

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From the inner office came, "Hey there Danger Mouse, in here."

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"Danger Mouse? I guess it's better than," Major asshole. "Some of the nicknames I've had in the past. Am I too early for my check-up?"


[Mun on somewhat lag-time, typing up Psych notes while playing. Pardon the waits]

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Wilson stretched, a long lazy motion that ended with a small crack of his spine.

"Nope, come on in." Rolling gracefully to his feet, the oncologist waved a hand towards the clinic...in particular towards the exam tables.

"How are you feeling, Jack?"

(Totally understand!)

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Jack followed the other man and climbed (somewhat difficultly) up on the table.

"Confused and possibly brain-damaged but that's nothing new. The numbness in the hand comes and goes but that's probably just because the brace is messing up the blood-flow.

Fell three times since last week and managed to avoid hurting myself everytime. I'm very proud."

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Wilson lifted his eyebrows and reached for the sling.

"You have a strange set of standards, O'Neill...though somehow, I don't think this is the first time you've heard that."

Undoing the sling, the oncologist began a gentle but deft inspection of the bad shoulder, drawing the arm out and testing ROM before laying the arm back against Jack's torso.

"Ditch the shirt, let's see what the ribs are up to. Any more nausea? Dizzy spells? Shortness of breath?"