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

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

"I need my emergency contact changing" she sighs

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?"

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."

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.

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"

"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.

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

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

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.

That, caused an eyebrow to arch and Wilson waved the man towards the exam table. Turning towards the counter, he opened the chart and tugged a pen out of his pocket.

"Okay, let's start with some of the basics then. Name, age...species." Hey around here, it helped to ask.

[ooc: 'Kay! Let me know if there is anything else that you want to show up in the exam. *smiles*]

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

"Daniel Jackson, 40, human," he says, sitting himself up on the exam table.

[ooc: Possibly a slight concussion from the more recent bruise. Evidence of harsh beatings and head trauma from his missing week, which was last week. And at the end he'll probably be asking for anti-histamines *g*]

He'd learned, over the years, how to make the offer and then how to back off.

"Okay." Wilson said softly. "But if there is, let me know. In the meantime, I'll make the change to your contact information."

Paige nods she wants to cry but she knows if she does Evil!Paige will push her back down

"Thank you Doctor. I appreciate it."

Being very deliberate with these initial bits of information he asked a few more basic questions before setting down the pen and picking up a stethescope and pen light.

"Okay, so...what can you tell me about these bruises? How long ago did they happen?"

As he waited for an answer, he set about the good ole pulse, respiration before moving on to the ever fun, light shine in the eyes.

"This one," he says, pointing at his eye. "Was, ah, Saturday night. Or early Sunday morning. Whichever.

"The others..." he hesitates. "Over the last week or so, from the 6th, I'd say, until the 13th... 14th..."

He winces at the light, and tries not to think of Janet.

Dark eyes sliced her way and they did that lightening fast narrow and relax that he was known for, for when he was thinking something counter to what he might actually be saying.

He smiled then and nodded.

"My pleasure, Ms. Matthews." Reaching under the desk, he snagged a little white card and scribbled something on the back. "Here, this is my direct number as well as the Clinic's. Just in case something changes and there is something you need from us. Feel free to call, whenever."

Paige takes the card and slips it into the purse

"Thank you," she say sounding very grateful, she wishes she could say something to man, but she knows she has to wait until someone works out what's happening for themselves. She needs to see Mr Phale

O-Kay...

Yep, definite not normal.

Frowning a bit at the pupil reaction, Wilson tucked the penlight away and began a careful examination of Daniel's whole skull. His touch was gentle, clinical but not with out care and a certain deftness of touch that allowed him to identify subtle changes that would indicate lingering goose eggs.

"Cliche as the next question is going to be, it must be asked. Do you remember anything of what happened?"

"On Saturday night? I, uh..." he flushes bright red and mumbles. "I was drunk and stumbled into a tree."

As someone who was recently tree stumbling drunk himself, Wilson eyed Daniel a little dubiously.

"How many times?"

"Just the once," he says, defensively, before backing down and mumbling "Twice."

Wilson chuffed softly but didn't push any further. Bruises were rather useful footprints in time and they tended to tell their stories clearly without need of translation from the poor soul wearing the bruises.

The oncologist continued with his physical exam, frowning gently at some of the deeper wounds that spoke towards treatment that was a hell of a lot harsher then just walking drunk into a tree.

"Okay, so short term around the actual events is fuzzy...how's the long term? Any nausea or vomitting recently? Trouble focusing your eyes...err...I mean besides the normal without the glasses."

Daniel frowns. "Not really... apart from the hangover on Sunday morning."

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

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