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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

James Wilson had learned many years ago that being a complete workaholic helped not only in keeping certain demons at bay but also in recovering from a hangover.

Like the one he was suffering from this morning.

Wondering just how the hell it was that House was able to function on Vicodin, Wilson was moving with deliberate quiet around the clinic. He had a very large bottle of water and some dry crackers nearby but other then looking a bit paler then usual, even for him and if you ignored the dark circles under his eyes he was his habitually neat and tidy self.

The signs that something wasn't entirely right in the world were subtle. The water and the crackers, the quiet look on his face, where normally he was always beaming and chipper and perhaps most telling was the silent pressence of House, ghosting about the clinic. Oh, the older man was doing his utmost to stay out of sight, least someone think he was actually there to...you know... work but he was sticking close enough to keep an eye on the oncologist as Wilson settled in behind the counter with yet more charts.

The Clinic was open for another morning, if anyone had need of it...Hopefully ABBA was no longer being played and No Angelus, you can not have a blood packet to go, the Clinic is not a fast food joint.

[ooc-The placing of House in and around is at the request of House's player for plot purposes.]

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[the-ascended.livejournal.com]

Daniel enters the clinic, most of his bruises fading now.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson looked up when he heard the door open, a warm smile greeting Daniel as the oncologist sat back.

"Good morning, What can I help you with?"

[the-ascended.livejournal.com]

Daniel smiles back. "I, ah, promised a couple of people I'd stop by," he indicates the freshest bruise on his face, which is spread across his eye.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Yeeahh." Wilson drawled out softly with a slight blink. Was it possible he might be dealing with a simple case of bruises??

Naaaawwwww not a chance.

"Come on back." The oncologist invited with more chipperness then might have been expected fom the man. "Have you been here before?"

From what the man had just said, Wilson was guessing the answer was going to be 'no' so he reached for a new file chart to start.

[the-ascended.livejournal.com]

"No," Daniel said, before frowning. "At least, not that I can remember."

[[ooc: New mun, so Danny got some memory loss *g*]]

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige walks in, Evil!Paige has threatened to kill her if she tells anyone anything.

"I need my emergency contact changing" she sighs

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

He blinked and reached up to pinch at the bridge of his nose as his slightly muzzy brain tried to follow that.

"I'm sorry...you need to submit new contact information?"

There was a pause and then a friendly little smile.

"And...good morning."

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

There are tears in Paige's eyes, "Just take Geoff off ok?I don't have anyone to replace him at the moment. I just don't want him being contacted if anything happens to me"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

It was hard to miss the distress coming from the young woman and Wilson frowned gently as he stood up and walked around the counter towards her.

"Of course, that's not a problem. But, is there something I can help with?"

He didn't bother asking if anything was wrong...something obviously was.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige shakes her head, "I don't think there is anything you could do actually, no. Thanks for the offer though."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Oh ew. Like he'd want it with all the chemical crap you guys put in. Tsk.]

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

[Oh please, like he doesn't get chemical crap from the average meal these days? It must be hell to find an organically grown vegetarian.]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: He believes in raising them free range]

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

[Like Chipolte! Why I was just struck by the image of Angelus in a Little Bow Peep costume, I'll just never know.]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Side effect of your hangover?]

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory bounds in and rocks on te balls of her feet, waiting to be noticed.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson was finishing up putting the necessary stickers on a folder when he looked up towards the young lady with a smile.

"Good afternoon, can I help you?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Rory says, smiling. "You're Dr. Wilson, right? Rory Gilmore." She extends a hand. "I was wondering if you or Dr. House would be willing to help out with a Journalism project my friends and I are working on."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson stood up and reached across the counter to shake her hand.

"A pleasure to meet you, Miss. Gilmore." He chuckled softly, a small hint of ruefulness in his tone.

"House isn't a big one for projects, Journalism or otherwise, so I might have to be the standby. What do you need?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory leans forward with her elbows on the counter.

"So, our project is to make up a 'Just Say Yes' campaign for something. My group has decided to do a satirical project on smoking - using really horrible, graphic photos and slogans like 'Just Say Yes to Cancer!' et cetera. We were wondering if we could count on some equally parodying endorsements from the clinic."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"Sir?" Han bursts into the clinic. "Profesor Jerusalem sent me over! It's urgent!"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson looked up with a bit of a start but years of training kicked in and he calmly stood up and moved around the counter towards Han.

"Of course, what's wrong?"

His voice was steady but his dark eyes focused intently on Han, studying the man for some sign of trauma.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine, sir, but I'm supposed to brief you before the Rover gets here with Coach Ash."

He took a deep breath and started in. "Ash rents one of my cabins. Sunday, he came in, bleeding, and I gave him first aid. He said he'd been hit by a truck, but when I offered to bring him in to the clinic, he said no. It was just a little cut. He went to lay down a while, and then I heard a lot of noise from his cabin. And he's been acting all wrong ever since."

He stopped for breath and checked his pockets. "This is an irrigator bulb, full of the same germicide I used on him. It's supposed to be harmless to all mainstock humans and subcategories, and most humanoid species. I use it on me and Chewie all the time."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

ER training was a beautiful thing. It allowed the mind to process information, even the most bizzare types of information at incredible speeds and kept Wilson from standing there with his jaw hanging open for the moment.

Reaching for the bulb, he inspected it while listening to Han's explination.

"You're thinking he's had some sort of reaction to this medication?"

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"That's the only thing I can think. That, or the truck, or the Captain Crunch. Or all three. But it's just a basic ethanol-based germicide."