Busy, Monday morning

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson had spent a couple of days out. Out away from the apartment and away from the clinic, simply walking around. If asked, he’d claim that he was exploring his new home but in truth, he’d simply been walking and trying to wrap his brain around things. It all seemed to keep eluding him however, the divorce…the series of losses at the hospital, coming here to House…

Becoming House’s lover in fact as well as in theory after so many years.

And every so often the incredible insanity of the place snuck in to distract him from his melancholy.

There certainly was plenty!

Strolling into the clinic, the oncologist whistled softly under his breath as he headed for House’s office. He was dressed for autumn in a dark green cashmere sweater that hugged his slender form, nipping in at his trim waist. It was warm but not loose or bulky and allowed him more freedom of movement in case he was needed to work with a patient. For the time being, he had a few phone calls to make regarding blood work.

First up, he had Red’s blood work finished. Sitting down at the desk, he flipped open the tattoo artist’s file and dialed the contact number Red had left.

"Good morning, this message is for, Red."

Once that call was finished, he moved on to the next file, Jack O’Neill. It took a bit of digging to come up with good contact information but he managed to ferret it out and dialed up the young man’s voice mail.

"Good morning, this message is for, Jack O’Neill."

Once those two calls were finished, he spent a couple of hours on the phone with the supply companies, working through a restock order. Going out to the main desk to fax over a couple of req forms, he got the fax started, then filled the time waiting by leaving Lily a note.

Sticking the note on the board it read,

Lily, There has been a request from a Ms. Paige Matthews that you be primary contact person for her in medical matters. In the normal course of any medical situations that come up she would like you to assist her. I’ve made a note in her chart to the effect but wanted you to be aware. Please see me if you have any questions.

Some sort of illegible scrawl that might be his name.

Snagging the forms off the fax, he waited till he had confirmation that the requests had gone through and then headed back into the office. If he knew House and…well he did Biblical sense and all the man hadn’t done a damn thing with his weekend charting.

Wilson settled in to catch up the work, half an ear cocked towards the clinic in case anyone came by needing help.

EDIT: When he got back from speaking with Chef, Wilson wrote out a note in bold black letters and tacked it up to the board in the waiting room.

TO ANYONE WHO IS SINGING ABBA OR THE CARPENTERS.

I have spoken to Chef and he promises that the effects will wear off in a few hours. If you are still singing -and by this I mean involuntarily- tomorrow morning, please return to the Clinic and we'll take a look.

James Wilson

Comments

After Study Hall and Class

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty walks into the clinic looking somewhat frustrated. He hits the 'Ring here for service" bell once and starts scribbling out a message on an index card.

Re: After Study Hall and Class

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Still in the office, studying a chart and trying to decided just where in the hell House learned math, Wilson startled a bit at the sound of the bell.

"Wha?"

Blinking a couple of times, he dropped his feet to the floor and headed towards the front desk.

"Uh...yes?"

Re: After Study Hall and Class

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty holds up an index card where he wrote:

"I ate a ham and cheese sandwich at the cafeteria today and have been having problems ever since. Any way you can help?"

Re: After Study Hall and Class

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Making a mental note never to eat in the cafeteria, Wilson waved the man towards the exam room.

"Well, let's take a look."

Grabbing a clipboard with some fresh blank paper, he handed it to Marty with a pen.

"First, can you define 'problems'?"

Re: After Study Hall and Class

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty sighs and opens his mouth:


You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, diggin' the dancing queen

Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a king
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music’s high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You’re in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...

You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, diggin' the dancing queen


Marty scrawls out a message.

"Can't stop singing ABBA. Kill.Me.Now."

Re: After Study Hall and Class

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Okay...by the law of averages, someday, some one was going to walk into the clinic with a simple cold and life would once again be normal.

Today, was just not that day.

Standing there, Wilson remembered to shut his mouth about a half second before drool could escape and he reached up to press his fingers against the bridge of his nose.

"Wow."

Lowering his hand, he looked at Marty and gestured for him to get up on the table.

"I'm more of a Fleetwood Mac fan myself, though Take a Chance on Me is a catchy little tune."

Reaching for a tongue depressor and a light, Wilson prepped to examine Marty's throat.

Re: After Study Hall and Class

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty sits on the table and sighs as he opens his mouth. Even though the tounge depressor garbles some of the words he continues to sing

My my, at waterloo napoleon did surrender
Oh yeah, and I have met my destiny in quite a similar way
The history book on the shelf
Is always repeating itself

Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more
Waterloo - couldn’t escape if I wanted to
Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you
Waterloo - finally facing my waterloo

Marty gives Wilson a pleading look.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

As Rory enters the clinic, she hears familiar singing.

"Oh, so this is where he ran off to," she muses. She patiently waits for someone to notice her standing there. Her problems, after all, are nowhere near as pressing as Marty's Abba affliction.

[ooc: I was going to have her come to the clinic at some point today anyway. She's not stalking Marty, promise.]

[chasingangela]

[OOC: Cally was picturing him naked in detention. Stalking is almost a step up.]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: What?! *Scrambles to find Link*]

[chasingangela]

[OOC: *smirks* It's part of a whole long list of people, so don't feel too flattered.]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Just wanted to make sure since there's that whole Anders/Cally thing going on. Really. Has nothing to do with the fact that she saw us nekkid. ]small>

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna walks into the clinic closely behind Rory, her mind a few miles away.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory smiles at Alanna. "Hey. How're you?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna smiled back. "Good, you? Need any help?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Eh, kinda. I need to get my BC refilled," Rory says, shrugging. "And I need to talk to either House or the new doctor-guy about something for a project."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"I can help you with the first." Alanna swung her bag down on an empty chair.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Fitting," Rory says, tilting her head and grinning, "since you were the one who gave 'em to me to begin with."

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

After getting his voicemail Jack heads on down to the clinic to see the New Doc.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

New Doc was back to working on charts in House's office, his expression a little distant as he tried to puzzle out just what House meant by the short hand note in Duce's chart.

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

After wandering through the clinic for a bit he remembered that there were actual offices there too.

"Knock-knock? You wanted to see me?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson looked up and there was one of those telling blinks of yeeeaaahhhh just give me a minute to remember why. Then he shook his head slightly and smiled warmly.

"Yes! Please, come on in and sit down. This won't take too long. How are you doing, Jack? I haven't seen you in like...three days, I was starting to feel lonesome."

Waving Jack towards a chair, Wilson flipped the chart in his lap shut and began to shuffle through the MOUNTAIN of paperwork on the desk looking for Jack's file.

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

"M'good. Tired though, I slept weird on Sunday and I think I screwed up my internal clock. Aside from that I'm peachy as can be.

"Yeah, it's been a busy weekend. I'm actually glad you called cause I'm gonna need a little help with something that might save my liver. Or life. Maybe both."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

...........

Well...maybe he would get the chance to give Red a normal blood test result.

"I'm...sorry?" It was an invitation for Jack to elaborate...please!

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Sonia walks into the clinic, notices the sign, and turns right back around, mumbling something that should have sounded like but comes out sounding more along the lines of