Clinic Open for Regular Hours - Thursday October 20th

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

It probably went without saying that Wilson was going to be dragging, just a bit, this morning. Whether it was simply the after effects of the privious day or whatever he'd gotten up to the night before, could be a source of speculation for anyone who...spent such time doing those sorts of things.

For now, he was setting out a sign in sheet, checking on the waiting room to make sure the water cooler was full and the chairs were mostly straight. It was a small thing but a tidy waiting room tended to help people relax.

Covering a yawn, he took a swig off his super charged quinti shot coffee nummy and headed back to the front desk. Okay...he hadn't gotten a chance to work on much of his paperwork last night and it was starting to pile up.

Sitting down, long legs were kicked up on the desk -the man honestly could not sit straight in a chair to save his life- and Wilson yanked the clipboard down into his lap. Time to work on some scheduling.

Don't anybody laugh.

Doctor on Duty, come poke, pester or bleed on as you so desire.

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[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Lisa stumbles in, eyes red and coughing painfully. "Hey, I need to talk to you. Got a minute?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson looked up from where he was staring at Jack's schedule in a combination of horror and awe and his eyebrows arched.

"Looks like you're in need of a professional consult as well. Sure, what's up? Come on back, let me take a listen to that cough."

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"Okay," she acquiesces, following him into the back with her shoulders slumped. "It's just a cold though... I'm fine," she mutters before another fit of hacking coughs.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"I'm nosey." He responded easily and waved her up onto the exam table while digging up a stethescope.

Walking back, he tucked the buds into his ears and reached to lay the scope against her back, just under her shoulderblade. He trusted she knew the drill.

"So, what's on your mind?"

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

She tries to take a deep breath, and ends up coughing again. "Son of a bitch."

She lets out a low, frustrated wheeze. "How did you know you wanted to be a doctor? Did you always know?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wincing sympathetically, Wilson stepped back and looked at her.

"Lisa, are you working on a nice fat case of bronchitis?"

Shoving his hands into his pockets Wilson pursed his lips thoughtfully and then gave a nod.

"Pretty much. My uncle was diagnoised when I was young so I grew up in th shadow of his illness and death. Started out just wanting to be able to fight back against the monster that caused my family so much misery, then that morphed into a genuine curiosity over the puzzle of how the human body worked and I didn't really look back from there."

And given his age and ranking in his field, once committed he'd excelled.

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"I'm in denial, Wilson. Don't pop my *cough* balloon."

"Yeah. I've always wanted to study medicine... that's what I've been working for since I can remember. I'd steal my parents' stethoscopes from their offices and give my friends fake check-ups... *cough* *cough* mostly against their will... " she trails off for a moment. *cough*

"Has House ever said anything to you... you know what? Nevermind. That's none of my business." She looks to change the subject. "So, umm... can I get the fun cough syrup, Dr. Wilson?"

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael enters the clinic hesitantly. He signs the sign-in sheet, and sits down to wait.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

It was maybe ten minutes before Wilson surfaced from some door. He saw Michael long before he even bothered to look at the clipboard and smiling in a friendly manner, motioned the man up towards the counter.

"Good afternoon, how can we help?"

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Uh, hi. I'm Michael Novotny-Bruckner. I work in the town. Dr House said I could stop by to get an HIV test. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/335.html?thread=1023311#t1023311)

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson smiled with friendly ease and nodded.

"Of course. Did Dr. House explain that since you're not a student of faculty we'll have to charge you full expense for the test? About $85 dollars."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's what I figured. the cost's not a problem. It's just important I get tested. Some things...just happened. I don't know how at-risk I am from it. *shifts a little* My life-partner is HIV positive, too, so it wouldn't hurt to be tested even without those other...events going on.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson gave a gentle tilt of his head, indicating that Michael should follow him towards one of the rooms. As soon as the door was closed, since this seemed a sensitive subject, Wilson waved Michael towards the exam bed and walked over to the counter to get out the necessary equipment.

"If by 'just happened' you mean...just recently, you know you should get tested again in three months and then again at six, given incubation period of the virus."

He didn't ask about condom use and all that good stuff. Used or not, it was still possible for mistakes to happen and something told him this was a sensitive spot that didn't need hammered at by questions that were pointless in the long run.

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*Jonathan walks into the clinic with a spring in his step and a song in his heart. It really is far to early for him to be this cheerful. It's neither natural nor right.

Setting his bookbag down underneath the front desk he hops up onto the counter and notices Lisas latest Poster (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/28247.html#cutid1). He's slightly jealous of her Poster-fu and as such decides to make one of his own. Something that he can put up so people will know when his office hours are. Maybe with Inkblots on them.

Looking up, he notices the other man in the clinic. He's wearing a tie and doing paperwork of some kind.*

"Umm, just to let you know, only Clinic staff are supposed to be behind the front desk. And Dr. House isn't some one you want to mess with. Do you need assistance? I'm sure one of the clinic staffers is around" *Jonathan looks around*

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson finished the note he was working on and then looked up at Jonathan with an easy, friendly smile.

Inwardly he was amused. Amused at the assumption but also a little amused at the fact that House had already started to train his staff so well. He applauded Jonathan for calling him on being there, though that wasn't going to stop him from correcting him.

"But...I positively adore messing with Dr. House. It gives me all sorts of warm and fuzzy feelings." He was tempted to string it out a bit but if this young man was staff, it would do well to stay on good, professional terms.

Standing, he offered his hand. "My name is Dr. James Wilson. I was a colleague of Dr. House's back in New Jersey and have come here to help him with this Clinic. I promise, all my paperwork is in order and filed with the admin's office."

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*Jonathan blinks*
"Oh, I guess that's all right then. Although I can't imagine messing with Dr. House is very good for you."

*Jonathan extends his hand*

"I'm Jonathan Crane, I work as a counsellor here. I'm trying to set up regular office hours so hopefully you'll be seeing more of me. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to make them yesterday but I figured having them a day late is better than not having them at all.

So how has it been today? I heard there was a lot of activity yesterday. Something about Professor Ash being buried in a tree?

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson smiled and took the hand in a firm but not punishing grip. He let go the conversation about House because that was just something that had to be seen to be believed anyway.

"Actually, I think it was under his bed but I'm not entirely sure. Still, stay away from Exam 5. It's a pleasure to meet...is it Dr. Crane?"

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*Jonathan blushes*

"No, not Dr. Crane yet. But someday, you know after High School."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

He was having a devil of a time keeping track of who was what age around here, honestly.

"Good to have goals. Okay, so do you have a particular room you use? A sign in sheet?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker stalks in, looking thwarted.

"Lollipop. Patch. Now. Please."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Dark eyebrows winged upwards and Wilson unfolded himself from the chair he'd just recently sat down in.

"Sure. Come this way. I feel special that you remembered the please."

He lead the way back towards the office.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You really, really should." Parker's arms are folded, a finger's tapping, and she looks like she's chewing on tinfoil. "I'm having a bitch of a week, and I still didn't smoke. I won $20 and I probably have detention for this weekend." She lets out a breath. "And how are you, Dr. Sunshine?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Well, your prize for not smoking is one of House's red lollipops." Which he proceeded to produce and hand over.

"Feel free to tell him I was the culprit then come by and watch him fuss me for it."

He went to a cabinet in the room next to the office and reached in for another packet of the four patches.

"What do you think...ready to step down or do you need to remain at the maximum dosage?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker sucked on the lollipop moodily, and considered. A week on the basic dosage had kept her from killing anyone. Anything less *would* be stressful, but... what the hell. She could do this. Most people were being helpful, she might as well make an effort.

"Step down. At least for a few days."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson eyed her for a moment then turned and there was rustling to be heard.

When he turned back he held out a packet that was clearly marked as a step down dosage.

"And..."

Walking back to the office he returned with a handful of red lollipops.

"Maybe these can help take the edge off till you settle into the new dosage."