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Nodding, "That's perfectly fine." Red gnawed at one of the cuffs on his front paw and handed Wilson a credit card.

Taking the card, very carefully, Wilson eyed it and then gave a gentle shrug.

"Okay, let me run this and we'll set about drawing some blood."

He stood up and padded up towards the front of the clinic, finding the machine and running the card through, putting a charge of $85.00 to it.

"This will cover the draw, the lab work and mailing you a copy of the results. Err...sign? Here."

He held out the slip and a pen, though looked over to the counter towards an ink pad in case they had to do a paw print.

Red took the pen and slip. He placed the slip on the floor and held it down with his paw. Pen in mouth, he wrote his signature with a florish.

He rose up onto his hind legs to place them both back on the counter.

The oncologist watched this with raised eyebrows and then gave a slight nod.

"I am...impressed. Okay, lets umm...get started."

Waving the canine towards the clinic proper, Wilson racked his brain and tried to remember his animal anatomy.

"There is usually a checklist that goes with a draw of this nature. I'm not sure the vaccine history is going to be the same for you but we should probably go through the rest of the questions, if you don't mind?"

Trotting behind Wilson, "Not at all. I'll answer to the best of my knowledge and ability."

Patting his hand on one of the exam tables, he had a feeling Red would figure out a way to hop on up and so he busied himself with getting out a clipboard and the checklist sheets.

"Okay, let's see what we have here. When was the last time you were tested?"

With a lithe leap, Red was on the table and sitting still for Wilson to begin his examination. "Shortly before I came here, about three months ago. Everything was good. I can try to find the previous clinic to have my records forwarded."

"That would be good to have on record, yes." Wilson nodded, slipping easily into his professional demeanor and setting aside the surreal situation for the time being.

Laying the clipboard on the table beside Red, he reached for a stethescope.

"Are you on any perscription medications?"

"No. I avoid medications if at all possible. That goes for drug use as well, legal or illegal." Red lifted his chin in case Wilson needed him too. "I don't drink alcohol except on the rare celebratory occasion."

The oncologist nodded, marking off those particular questions as Red answered them without prompting, before setting his pen down.

Hands that moved with clinical gentle thoroughness began to examine the canine.

"What about sex?"

Red chuffled. "None. No others like me here."

"That...probably just saved me a lot of mental scaring."

Wilson said, not unsympathetically as he made a mark and then it took him a couple thoughtful attempts to figure out the best place to take a pulse and respiration, each of which he noted down in the chart.

"How about family history of...well...unhealthiness?"

"None to my knowledge. Premature death due to battle but I don't think that really qualifies as medical history that will affect me," Red said with a grin. His breath sucked in when Wilson's probing took him across a ticklish spot.

He gave an apologetic grin and then lowered his hands.

"Okay, I think I'm going to need to shave a little area to draw the blood, do you have a preference? Also, is there anything beyond these questions that I should be aware of?"

"Neck is fine. Or forepaw. I'm not particular. It's fur, it'll grow back," Red said. "I can't think of anything else at the moment that you might need to know. I'm afraid I'm rather boring."

Turning away from the exam table, Wilson rumaged about in a couple of drawers, gathering a small battery powered razor and the necessary equipment for the blood draw. Sliding rubber gloves onto his hands, he decided to go after the paw.

"You're a large, red canine, who is incredible articulate, polite and scary looking. You have a credit card, can write with your paw using a utensil made for a human hand and I can barely cut paper with right handed scissors. I'd say you're rather extrodinary. Okay, quick stick."

One thing James Wilson was good at, was delivering needle injections.

"Well, thank you." The part that Red hated the most. He could deal with most things during an examination, except the indignity of the thermometer but even that was preferable to the discomfort of the needle in a vein for drawing blood. Possibly it had to do with the experimentation he had endured...

His tail swished irritably but otherwise he sat still for the doctor.

An unfortunate part of being an oncologist, he turned a lot of people into pincushions in the name of getting them well. Wilson went about his work quickly and in short order the needle was withdrawn and pressure gently placed on the small wound.

"There, all done."

Okay...so that swishing tail had him a little nervous.

"A soft touch, doctor," Red said while he inspected his leg. And he had. The last one was quite rough and his leg was sore for the rest of the day. So much so, he wouldn't take his cubs back to see the man.

"Any idea when we can expect the results?"

"More practice then I probably wish I had, but thank you."

Picking up the two vials he'd drawn, Wilson began to make notes on the side labels.

"Well, since I'm not doing anything else useful at the moment, probably within 48 hours." The oncologist grinned good naturedly and gently rotated the vials in his hand.

"Do you want me to send you the results? Or would you like to come in to pick them up?"

Digging around in the other cuff, Red pulled out a business card and presented it to Wilson. "My phone number (http://www.livejournal.com/users/_red_xiii_/584.html) is on there and you can call and leave a voice mail message. I'll come in to discuss the results, if that's agreeable to you."

Taking the card, Wilson scanned his eyes over it and then nodded clipping it to the file.

"All right. I will be in touch when I have everything back. Was there anything else you needed today?"

"I might want to tap you for your source of supplies. I use surgical masks when I ink and order them in bulk, but sometimes I run short before a new shipment comes in." Red stretched and yawned, tail waving in the air.

"I won't mind paying..."

"I think we can work something out, given the circumstances and as we have overstock."

Wilson made a mental note to check with House.

"How about rubber gloves?"