fandom_clinic | Clinic Hours for Friday October 21st

He was actually starting to make a dent in his ~~cross word puzzle~~ paperwork.

If you just didn't investigate all the new paperwork that was piling up in the meantime.

Coffee in hand -when wasn't there coffee in hand, the man did live on the stuff- Wilson whistled softly as he flicked on the lights and opened the Clinic up for regular hours ~~chaos and insanity~~.

Wilson was just settling down with his coffee and his ~~crossword puzzle~~ paperwork when there was a knock at the Clinic door.

Supplies had arrived!

Grumbling softly, he spent the next half hour receiving the boxes, going through the shipping manifests and finally signing off on the bill. Well...unpacking this lot was certainly going to keep him busy today. So much for his ~~cross word puzzle~~ paperwork.

Anyway, Doctor on Duty. You know you want to bleed at him.

[ooc: ~~Doctor is on duty but Wilson!mun is going to have to go into a meeting today for a couple of hours starting around 11:30am. So there will be the pauses today.~~ Back and bored out of my skull at work.]

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Chloe knocks on the Clinic door and peeks inside to see if anyone's there. "Hello?"

Wilson was head first in a box digging out masks so when he surfaced his dark hair was more than a bit mused.

"Over here! Good afternoon, can I help you?"

"Oh! Hi." Chloe smiles softly at the disheveled sight the doctor makes. "And yes, hopefully you can. This is going to sound odd, but I was wondering if I might be able to get some sort of blood checkup? I was exposed to something on Wednesday...I still don't know what the hell it was, but it made me really sick. And I feel better, but I don't know if I'm, you know, actually okay."

Wilson frowned softly with obvious concern but his smile was quick to return and making a note on the box with his pen, he straightened and moved towards the counter.

"Of course. Have you been to the clinic before?"

Chloe shakes her head. "Nope, I've been blissfully healthy so far."

Chuckling, he reached and grabbed a new file folder.

"Okay, come on back and we'll run through the good ole tried and true questions then draw some blood."

Waiting for her to round the counter, he held out his hand in a friendly manner.

"I'm Dr. James Wilson, by the way."

Chloe came around the corner and shook his hand, feeling a bit calmer at the idea of knowing for sure if she was all right. "Chloe Sullivan. Thank you for doing this. I really appreciate it."

"Well, that's one question covered." Wilson grinned and lead her on into an exam room.

Waving Chloe towards the table, he walked over to the counter opening the file and starting to fill it out.

"Okay, a few more questions. Are you on any medication? Are there any preexisting conditions that will show up on the results but should be marked as normal? What sort of substance were you exposed to? Gaseous, liquid? When you say it made you sick, what were your symptoms?"

Taking a breath, he turned towards her with a rueful smile.

"I think that's a good start."

Chloe sat down, watching Wilson fill out the file. "I'm not on any medication, and I don't have any pre-existing conditions. The substance...it was a liquid, in a vial. But the guy who was holding it dropped it, and it turned into a gas. I felt really dizzy, and my vision got kind of blurry. And I started feeling really, really claustrophobic. That was Wednesday night, and I didn't start really feeling better until Thursday afternoon. I felt kind of nauseous afterwards, but that might have been from the embarassment of how I acted."

Wilson marked down the symptoms, frowning a little as he tried to think of something that would cause vertigo and drew an immediate blank. Maybe a combination of somethings.

Making the last note he pulled on gloves and picked up the tubes and other equipment for the draw.

"Okay, well... let's pull this and see what comes back. Were there any other symptoms, like... a strange taste in your mouth, or burning in your nose?"

Chloe didn't like the way the doctor was frowning, but she didn't want to say anything about it right away.

"Actually, no, there weren't. I didn't even realize there was a gas at first, until I saw it. But it didn't taste bad, or burn."

Nodding, the young doctor motioned for her to roll up her sleeve and then wrapped the tubing around her arm.

"Close your fist." He requested softly and it was possible that the needle slipped in so quick and deftly that she might not have felt more than a quick prick.

Drawing out the full battery of vials, he withdrew the needle and set a bandage over the little point of blood.

"Hold that there, please."

And with a quick smile he set about marking on the vials.

"We should have results for you sometime next week. In the meantime if any of the symptoms you experienced on Wednesday return, please give us a call. Here, let me get you a card."

Digging around in a drawer he managed to locate a slightly wrinkled card which he flipped over and wrote out a second number.

"Here. This is the Clinic's number and my pager is on the back. Is there a good number where we can reach you?"

[ooc: And any idea what they might find in the blood, if anything? :) ]

"You're awfully good at that," Chloe remarked as he slipped the needle in. She looked away until he finally pulled away, holding the bandage in place, and nodded at the instructions, taking his card with the clinic number. "I'll definitely call if I start feeling weird again."

She gave him her dorm number, and the number for her voicemail. "Is there anything else you need from me?"

[ooc: I'm honestly not sure. That's something to ask Jonathan. I'm pretty sure nothing will show up, but I can double check with him, unless you want to.]

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