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Wilson had bloodwork to...work on. He needed to finish up with Red's and start running Jack's. He'd planned to do this the night before but errr got a bit distracted you might say.

He really was going to have to sit down and think about what had happened. Think about why he was here in the first place, why he'd left Jersey, why he'd walked away from PP-TH on an extended LOA to come and find his retired best friend. Then he was going to have to tackle the ramifications of sleeping ~~in every sense of the word for those with sensitive noses~~ with said best friend.

But not yet.

Wilson was still running, away from himself as fast as he could go and he wasn't ready to slow down and let the demons catch up with him yet.

Settling himself into the lab, the oncologist tried not to focus on how certain delicious aches were causing him to move carefully as he navigated his way around the equipment. He was only planning to be in the lab for a couple of hours but if anyone in the clinic needed him in that time he was more then happy to step -carefully!- out and help.

(Mun is here till about 2:00pmEST, then off on a trip with limited internet access, so if anyone wants to come and speculate, now's the time! :D)

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Paige walks into the clinic after her ethics class.

"Erm death took some blood from me a while ago, something to do a plague which I'm pretty sure was made up, but well I wanted to know if he found anything else, anything wierd. My name's Matthews, Paige, Matthews"

Wilson looked up from where he'd been nose first in a microscope and blinked at the pretty young lady.

"We do seem to spend a lot of time drawing blood."

The words left his mouth and from the look on his face it was obvious he hadn't meant to say that outloud.

Blushing softly, he smiled to Paige and pushed away from the counter.

"Let me see if I can find any record of results having come in. Matthews, you said? Two Ts?"

Paige nods, hoping her blood doesn't show any signs of her healing powers cos might just confuse the man.

Oh hell at this point so much is confusing Wilson he's getting used to being in an almost permenant state of befuddlement.

Flipping through the charts, he frowned slightly to himself.

"Hrrmm...I'm afraid I'm not seeing your chart here, Ms. Matthews. Is it possible that Death pulled it to call you with the results?"

And right there was a statement that most physicians would tell you, they don't tech you in medical school.

Paige sighs, "I'm pretty sure there wasn't even any plague. It was ages ago so wouldn't he have called by now? I do have a medical record back there though right? I mean House gave me a presciption so I assume I do, but erm the details might not be complete."

She puts her book down, "Maybe I'll just come back and sort this out with of the assistants?" ideally Lily she thought

Wilson chuckled good naturedly even through the short jab she delivered as he turned away from the cabinet with a folder in his hand.

"You do indeed have a file, with a very pretty pristine clean chart."

He flipped it open and showed it to her, it was very pretty, pristine and had no one mark on it.

"House hates charting. As for the plague, I imagine if it was the plague you would have noticed other symptoms by now, even if you were originally just a carrier. But, that said it's a well known fact of almost every medical practice that the nurses and the assistants have all the knowledge and generally keep us doctors in line so if you'd like I can leave a note for the assistants and have someone call you?"

Paige looks at the file and thinks a few moments, "erm if House doesn't think any of my medical history ~~or lack of it~~ needs to be on there I guess I'll just leave it. I can just tell them if I need to be treated right? And I know what medication I'm on and House didn't have a problem filling the presciption for me. So I guess I'm just wasting you time really ~~because I really don't want to go back to an empty house~~, sorry."

"Well, don't take House personally, he doesn't write down anyone's information as a rule, just keeps the pertinent bits and pieces up in his magpie's nest of a brain."

Tugging a pen out of the pocket's of his jeans, Wilson leaned against the counter and began to make a couple of notes.

"Well, I fear it's more the other way around. I'm sorry I don't have those results handy, I'm afraid I'm still getting broken in to the whole routine here, which is why I think your suggestion of asking the assistants is a good one. Is there a good number where you could be reached?"

Paige shrugs, "Like I said I dn't think there are any results! You can get me on
my cell (http://www.livejournal.com/users/the4thsister/3140.html) but to be honest I don't think I'll need to come in much ~~since I can heal myself~~. Erm if you can just make a note that I'd like talk to Lily Evans if I have to talk to anyone though that'd be great."

The oncologist lifted an eyebrow in response to the rather stringent reply and dark eyes flicked up towards the youngster.

He considered making a remark but just as quickly shuffled it aside as unimportant. If she wanted to be angry at him...well she sure as hell wouldn't be the first.

"I'll make sure that Lily has your cell number and that your request to only be contacted by her is disseminated through the office. Can't say that House is going to follow the rules, very unlike him after all but we'll try our best to abide by your wishes, Ms. Matthews."

Paige smiles, "Actually I don't mind House so much, he can call if he needs to but I figured he wouldn't want to! He was sweet to me the last time I came in, well I think he was anyway!"

She bites her lip, "it's not a problem that I'd rather speak to Lily is it? It's just she understands my, erm, situation better than some of the people here might. If it's a problem it's not that important"

"Not at all." Wilson exclaimed with his usual friendly warmth.

"Many people request a particular contact procedure or like to deal specifically with someone who they are comfortable with. I'll make the note and while I can't promise it will always be followed to the letter if other factors warrent, I'm sure people will try their best to honor your request."

Looking around on the counter, he ferreted through a drawer until he surfaced with a worn looking highlighter.

"Ah hah! Okay, so... Lily is preferable but House is acceptable as well?"

Paige nods, "and erm you, if that's ok?" she bites her lip, "only I'm not normal, you should probably know that."

Wilson smiled gently and nodded. "Quite okay." He assured her, making another note on the chart and then starting to use the highlighter to define the marks.

Dark eyes flicked back up to Paige's face and the smile grew into something that was obviously poking fun at himself.

"Well...I'll be honest with you Ms. Matthews, most everybody I've met here, except for Dr. House has...exceeded my expectations you can say. I'm getting comfortable with the idea that people are more than they seem and that I'm woefully behind the learning curve in understanding everyone's unique situations."

Flipping her chart closed, he folded it in his hands and grinned at her.

"However...I am trying, if you wouldn't mind helping me a learn a little?"

Paige leans in a little, "ok well I'm half witch, half whitelighter, who are like angels or something. This basically means I can heal, but only sometimes I think and I'm not totally sure how. I mean I passed out last week and couldn't heal until someone had given me an IV, so it's not like I can't be hurt."

She thinks a moment, "that's about it I think, only my in case emergency person should be Geoffrey Chaucer." She pulls a bit of a face "good luck getting used to this place, like everyone says, it's kinda wierd."

It took a couple of minutes for Wilson to wrap his brain around what she'd just told him but rather then looking at her dumbly -at least he hoped he didn't look at her dumbly- he gave a thoughtful nod.

"So...the healing seems to work best when it's turned outwards? Rather then you being regenerative yourself?"

Instead of commenting to the state of weird, Wilson cracked open the file and wrote down Geoff Chau...

"The writer?"

Paige nods, "I think so yeah. I think I can only heal when I'm basically well myslef. I can heal wounds and stuff best I think."

When he asks about Geoff she beams with pride, "the poet and author, yeah that's the one. We're living together. See this place is a good weird! For us at least."

There was a pause and then...for lack of anything better to say, Wilson nodded slowly as he exclaimed, "I like his work."

Note made, Wilson leaned back and pursed his lips pensively.

"Well...in that I am certainly no expert, it would make sense that you'd be adept in one form but not the other. 'Physician, heal thyself' only it doesn't work quite that way."

I like his work

Paige grins, "so do I he writes some beautiful poetry and he's available for commission," she adds hoping to get him a little more work, "he hasn't made his fortune yet unfortunatly. So is there anything you need to know? My other powers or anything?"

"I...might just have to keep that in mind." An impish, almost Puckish, sort of smile touched the oncologist's face and he looked down at the chart.

"Probably, but honestly Ms. Matthews, I wouldn' know where to start with the questions."

(Actually he would have questions but I've got to head out here shortly :/)

Paige smiles, "Geoff's away right now, but we live above the shop Chaucer's so just stop buy if you want to discuss anything with me or Geoff, I'm looking after the shop while he's gone"

((no problem))

[ooc: Aww. Now I have to send him on over to say hi to you guys ;) ]

((who us? You ain't get an invite upstairs! Paige knows the score now! :P))

[ooc: No, House/Wilson]

((oh right to get ~~sex ~~BBF advise? ;D))~~~~

[ooc: Or to taunt them about having sex. ;) ]

(*Evil grin...gets glared at by Wilson* I'll be back later tonight, like after 9ish. )

Daniel limps into the clinic.

Thankfully he's dressed now.

Parker pokes her head in the door. "Just so you know? There's a naked crazy guy wandering around outside. Someone should probably go nab him with a butterfly net."

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