Paperwork...anyone got a Bic and some lighter fluid?

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Sundays were usually a good time for the week's paperwork to get done. For some reason the majority of people did not, as a rule, get hurt on Sundays.

Of course, who knew if this place was going to follow that particular rule, but the size of the apartment -or lack there of- made massive paperwork projects somewhat impossible, so that left the Clinic.

Really, he was going to have to start getting out more.

For the time being, however, he was puttering about in the front of the clinic, using the chairs in the waiting room to help him sort and work on filing. He had his little radio with him and the dulcet tones of some song he yoinked off the internet played throughout the front room of the Clinic, keeping him company for the time being.

[ooc: Lazy Sunday if anyone would like to poke or needs to bleed.]

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[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce wanders by to see if the Clinic is open. Noting the lights are on, she wanders in and looks for Doc.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Coming out of the office with another armfull of files, Wilson startled a little, then smiled.

"Good afternoon, can I help you?"

He recognized her from the one evening but couldn't remember if he'd been given her name before he'd left her to House and moved on with the rest of the cases.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce nods at the man in the lab coat, curious why her mind identifies him as 'Volleyball'. "Hi," she starts, fidgeting, "Is there anything that can be done about nightmares?"

Her colour is off, fatigue lining her face as though she hadn't slept properly in far too long. Even the snakes are limp and listless. The all black ensemble is doing nothing to help, bringing stark contrast to the paleness.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige walks into the clinic, she looks terrible, but that's nothing compared to how she feels,

She sits waiting for someone to her, trying desperately not to think about everything the evil one had done. It wasn't really working

[http://users.livejournal.com/___lily_evans_/]

Lily waits with her until the Doctor can come over.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

"You don't have to wait you know. I'm sure I'll be ok, well physically at least. I found this note (http://www.livejournal.com/users/geoff_chaucer/8571.html?thread=144507#t144507) earlier, I'd not had chance to read it. paid in full doesn't sound good does it?"

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH walks into the clinic, carrying a large number of poster boards, some rulers, and a pack of magic markers. He also seems to have a bundle of papers. For those that can see him, he is wearing a number of random, mismatched political activism buttons all over his robes and, hung on his scythe, is a sign that says, "ZOMBIE ARE PEOPLE TOO!". Those that can't see him get the impression of a general, misdirected sense of dread.*

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Okay, the whole idea of Death as a sentient single being, still freaked the hell out of Wilson and he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about the situation. After all, one of the reasons he was here was due to the death of...

Well, of more people then was right.

Still, House had hired the...err... Grim Reaper and Death seemed to be good at the job so Wilson was trying to keep from breaking his own brain on it.

"Hey there, Death. No mortally wounded today, it's been kinda slow actually but I've got some paperwork and some blood work to do so if you could catch anyone who comes in that would be great. Give me a yell if you need me.

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH takes a seat at the desk and begins writing out protest signs relating to the general character and fashion iniative of the undead.*

[conathon.livejournal.com]

Sawyer wanders in clutching the side of his head, this headache wasn't responding to his tylenol or anything else and it weirded him out. Groaning, he takes a seat and waits for the doctor to come over to him.

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH approaches Saywer, leaving his scythe at the desk. Unsure if he can be seen, DEATH uses a more authorative voice than usual.*

[conathon.livejournal.com]

Glancing up with a glare, "My head hurts." he says as he realizes who he's talking with, it's not wise to piss of Death. Sighing, he closes his eyes and rubs him to take the edge off the pain.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Shep's mun is home. Thanks so much for 'stashing him somewhere' for me while I was out of town. Feel free to bounce him from the clinic any time you think he might be ready. :)]

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Whoops! Thought he might have been sent home to the bedrest if you want him to have been in the clinic however, would be more than willing to play out springing him if you'd like! :D]

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Oh! I actually had to leave before we resolved that. It'd be easier for him to get out of class if he can explain that he was actually in the hospital. -g-]

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"Hello Dr. Wilson," Jonathan calls out as he enters the clinic. Before he stows his bookbag beneath the front counter he opens it up and removes a large piece of paper, "How have you been?"

Jonathan moves around looking for some tape.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Jonathan. I'm well, you getting set up for next week?"

He asked a little curiously as he watched the young man.

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

((sorry, family shanghaied me away from the computer))

"Next week sir? Do you mean Parent's Weekend? Hmm, do you think we should do something here in the clinic for that? Decorations or something?"

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack comes into the clinic and gives DEATH a waver before making his way towards House's Boy.

"Here for my check-up."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

The doctor was perhaps looking a tad frayed at the edges but that was nothing new. Smiling to Jack in his habitually friendly manner, Wilson waved the youngster over and rather then dragging him back into an exam room he just quietly began to go over him behind the counter.

The tests weren't that invasive after all.

"Dizzy, nausea?"

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Only when Locker 327 tries to eat me. I've managed to convince it that it's a vegetarian thus far."

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH looks up from his charts*

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Hey DEATH, how've you been lately."

[stykera]

*Stark has been absent for a lot of days. He lost track. But he wanders into the clinic now hoping he can be of some use, or at least sit quietly and not bother anyone.*

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson gave Stark a friendly wave as he moved from an exam room to the office, carrying paperwork.

It was good to see the assistants!