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Clinic Open for Regular Hours - Thursday October 20th

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

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."

"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.

"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?"

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?"

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.

"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?"

"About the surgery after the infarction?"

Wilson obviously decided not to 'nevermind'.

She stares at him for a moment, with no emotion registering on her face, before there is a flicker in her eye of something...

"I shouldn't have brought it up. Not with you, that was... I don't expect you to betray his confidence, and I wouldn't ask that of you. Not for this."

"He doesn't blame you Lisa. You offered a tool, it was Stacy who choose to utilize it against his wishes."

Leaning back against the counter, Wilson crossed his arms over his chest and set his stance, watching her closely.

"We can not deny knowledge of a possible course of treatment because we believe that it would be abhorant to the patient. If we do then we're the ones who are guilty of making a decision for a patient in that we deny them the chance to review the option. You provided a sound and logical course of treatment for House's situation. Would it have been better if we'd all listened to him and had faith that he'd be fine, despite overwhelming medical evidence to the contrary? Maybe. Or maybe he would have died because, much as we all love to believe otherwise, everybody is falible."

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

"You're right. I know you're right. But sometimes I think...

It isn't about blame as much as where our real ethical responsibility lies, and our ability to help our patients. Do you ever doubt yourself? *cough* With everything that's happened here, and back in New Jersey, I think maybe I shouldn't...*cough* I wonder what the hell I am doing here, some days." She admits miserabley.

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?"

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)

Pulling the script pad off the counter, Wilson began to write out a perscription for the fun cough syrup as well as one for antibiotics.

"When you stop questioning yourself, Lisa...you've either bought into the 'God' Complex or you've just stopped giving a damn. And that, is when you need to get out."

Tearing off the two bits of paper, he held them out towards her.

"Our one rule as doctors is 'Do No Harm' but those three words are open to a myrid of interpretation. What is harm? Is physical harm greater than emotional harm? If I have a patient who is Stage IV, in incredible agony and I ignore his pleas to end it and instead keep his body alive for another few days is that the ethical decision? Am I a better doctor for it?"

Perching himself against the table next too her, he gave Cuddy a gentle smile.

"There are no easy answers to these questions, Lisa and yes...you will find yourself faced with ethical delima after ethical delima. It is not easy work and sometimes all you have to carry you is your belief in what you're doing."

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."

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.

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.

*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*

*Michael's cheeks flushed*

I know the routine. I just... *knits his brow and closes his eyes* Knowing this place, I'm sure you wouldn't be surprised if I told you I had a spell cast on me and sought out sex. *opens his eyes* We were safe, as far as I can remember, but...I know there's always a risk. Especially living with, and loving someone, who's positive already. I was tested regularly, back in Pittsburgh. I haven't been here long, though, and haven't had time to find a doctor to do that sort of thing yet. Guess that's next on my list.

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."

"Remind me to stay away from spell casters." Wilson muttered not unkindly.

"All right, well in the meantime we'll draw here as you need and if you do find a physician closer to town, lets us know and we'll have your records transfered. Sleeve up please."

He kept things simple and a little light. There was no point in DOOM and panic at the moment and obviously Michael didn't need the good ole 'safe sex' lecture.

*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?

I don't think you can step two feet in any direction and not run into some kind of magic-user around here. *rolls up sleeve* Thanks for your help, doc. And thanks for not lecturing me. *smiles* I get enough of that from my mother.

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?"

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