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Unofficial Clinic Hours -Just in Case-

Wilson really hadn't been planning to hold any sort of Clinic hours on the weekend but this wasn't just any sort of weekend after all. He still spent the morning and the first part of the afternoon back in the apartment with House, sitting and watching really bad Saturday morning cartoons and mocking them in a way that would make T. Servo and the rest of the MST crew proud.

Eventually, the itch had gotten to him and Wilson had decided to head down to the Clinic to finish up some paperwork and ... well ... just in case anyone needed to stop by. They hadn't been told by the school that they had to be open but it was unlikely that Wilson would ever completely lose the office political animal side of his nature.

So in the later afternoon, early evening the Clinic would be officially unofficially open for a few hours, just in case anyone needed to swing by, Wilson was at the front desk and actually he was working on, work...not crosswords.

Pester if you so desire.

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Again with the watching from the shadows, House is rather partial to the view. There is something different about the way Wilson handles his paperwork, flittering from file to file, studying the information scribbled by his own left handed slant.

House is fascinated by the attention to detail, the way Wilson looks on his files as more than paper - they represent the people whose names are imbedded within.

He doesn't want to interrupt that concentration, he's perfectly content to observe it from a distance, a look of complete love and pride softening ihs scruffy features.

[OOC: Not really here, just kind of passing through]

"Dr. Wilson?" Rory called as she and Obi-Wan entered with Marty. "Marty's sick or something..."

Wilson looked up from his files with a blink, then he frowned gently and stood up.

"What's happened?" He asked in a calm, serious tone as he moved around the counter towards them.

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"I wasn't actually there. Anakin just wanted us to bring him in," Rory replied. She gently nudged the still-sleeping Marty. "He's been saying stuff in his sleep."

"Kitty..." mumbles Marty. As if on cue.

"Kitty?" Rory asks, glancing at him. "There aren't any cats in here, Marty."

"Why don't we put him down so the good doctor can take a look at him," Obi-Wan said. "Where's best?"

The younger doctor gave a nod to the bearded man with Marty and Rory and turned towards the back of the Clinic.

"Bring him through here." Wilson led the way towards one of the exam rooms.

"Do we know anything, other then the fact that he's been saying stuff in his sleep?"

Who the heck was Anakin? He'd ask that later if he had to, for now he was motioning them to put Marty up on the exam table as he grabbed all the fun equipment.

"The unconsciousness is somewhat, hmm, induced," Obi-Wan explained. "It should wear off on its own shortly. As for the rest of it, I'm afraid I don't know any more than Miss Gilmore."

[OOC: Couldn't Obi-wan contact Anakin through the force and get the details? Just for simplicity?]

[OOC: Good idea. There isn't really Force telepathy that I recall, but, um, I'm sure Obi-Wan still has his comlink on him. Yes.]

"Induced...with a thorazine dart or a blunt force trauma?" He was serious with the question, around here...who the hell knew.

In the meantime, he was making the most of the unconscious state, taking it into account as he went through Marty's vitals.

[ooc: Gremlins?]

"He went kind of nuts, I think, and messed up the bake sale. But that's all I know," Rory said, looking down at Marty. She glanced apologetically at Obi-Wan and Wilson.

"Um. I'd stay, but I kind of left my grandmother alone with my boyfriend back there..." she said, gesturing over her shoulder.

[ooc: yup.]

"You go on, Miss Gilmore, I'll get the full story from Anakin from the doctor." Obi-Wan pulled his comlink out from a robe pocket. "It was a pleasure meeting you."

He clicked the comlink. "Anakin, do you copy?"

"Likewise, sir," Rory said, nodding and waving as she exited.

[ooc: FOR the doctor, not from. Stupid fingers.]

Anakin's voice came back immediately. "Yes, Master?"

"Anakin, Doctor Wilson is wondering what prompted Marty's collapse. I've told him the unconsciouness was induced through, um..." Obi-Wan eyed the doctor, wondering what would sound reasonable. "...through something rather like hypnotism. Can you fill in the rest of the details for him?"

He held the comlink out to the doctor.

Anakin's voice responded. "Marty came into the bake sale screaming loudly about how the some of the cookies were made of people." Anakin's snort echoed though the comlink. "This is obviously ridiculous. I went over to calm him down and he began to hallicunate about bunnies, of all things." He paused. "It seems a lot like what happens to students when they get bit by gremlins, Master. But I didn't see an attack, if there was one."

At this point, the simple little mortal doctor was learning to just roll with it and he gave a nod at the explination for the unconscious state. He tilted his head towards the little...whatever that was... in the man's hand and listened to the voice of someone he had yet to meet come throug it, explaining the situation.

Well, hallucinations...possible gremlin attack.

"Okay. Thank you." Wilson then began to mutter to himself. "Need to run a blood test and, sorry Marty but..."

Reaching down under the table, Wilson began to strap Marty down to the bed.

Marty slowly comes to.

"Mmph? Wha?"

Marty looks at the straps and then Wilson.

"What happened?"

"Doctor, if you don't need me for anything else, I'll get out of your way. I think I'm wanted elsewhere."

"Anakin, I'm about through here -- I'll make my way back to you."

Wilson gave Marty a friendly, concerned smile.

"Hey there, you sound... more awake. Well, from what this gentleman," he nodded towards Obi-Wan respectfully, "and someone named Anakin tell me, you were tearing through the bake sale ranting about cookies made from people and bunnies."

"That is why, though I apologize for it, you are currently restrained, we weren't sure what sort of mood you might wake up in. I'm going to run some immediate blood tests but... what can you tell me about what's going on here?"

He gave Obi-Wan another nod. "Of course, thank you for bringing him in, Sir."

Marty blinks and looks down at his outfit which includes a sock, boxer shorts with aliens on them and a gas mask.

"I'm not sure. I remember going back to my room after brunch... and then waking up here."

Marty looks at his boxers.

"I don't even own a pair of these!"

"What scares me...is that while I would never want to have to think closely about that statement ... in the interest of thoroughness, did you drink anything before you went up to your room? Did a stranger buy you a drink or did you leave a drink unattended?"

Hey...he had to ask.

"No. Someone threw a hard boiled egg at me. But I was kind of asking for it."

[OOC: Egging them on if you will...]

It worried Wilson, on some level, that all he did was nod in response to that.

Turning towards the counter he dug out the blood draw kit.

"Okay, well... let me pull some blood and run some tests here and see if we can find anything going on."

[ooc: Puns like that are likely to get you shelled in return.]

Marty would roll up his sleeve, but he wasn't wearing a shirt.

So he offers his arms.

[Some people can't take a yolk.]

The blood draw was relatively painless...he was getting good at these things after all.

"Okay, let me run some tox screens and at least we can see about getting you out of the restraints."

Wilson at least grabbed a blanket it and lay it across Marty before he slipped from the room to go down to the lab and get the tests started.

[ooc: I would certainly hate to poach upon your pun territory.]

Marty waits patiently for Wilson to return.

[That's all white you're a good egg.]

Wilson returned about an hour later with a definite frown on his face. He held the results in his hand and was not at all happy with what he was reading.

"Well...I've got backwards good news. There is something here, which means something caused your freak out, the bad news is, I'm not at all sure about these compounds."

[ooc: Need some help here on what would be on the results? :)]

Marty blinks a few times.

"Backwards good news? What exactly does that mean?"

[OOC: Received a large dose of fear toxin a few days ago. Character doesn't remember a thing that happened.]

"Well...just what I said. There is something in your system but I don't recognize it as any toxic agents I'm used to seeing."

Flipping the file up, Wilson reviewed it with a frown as he leaned against the counter.

"I recognize...some of these compounds but...I've never seen them arranged in this manner before. There's a hallucinagenic, an anxiety agent a few other things...but they don't make much sense in this formulation."

[ooc: Winging it, request adjustment if I said anything wrong.]

Marty thinks back to yesterday morning when he found himself at Chaucers and didn't remember what happened the night before.

"Is there anyway you can give me information on what those compounds exactly were? I'm doing an investigation into what happened to the students last week in town. I think one of the students was brought here last week. Evelyn Carnahan? I think that's what her name was."

Marty thought about it for a second. "Do you know if any bloodwork was done on her? Could you compare it to mine?"

[OOC: Perfect winging.]

Wilson frowned slightly.

"I don't recognize that name I'm afraid." He mentally tracked through the blood tests he knew of and...no...no Evelyns.

"I can write you up a detailed list of the compounds and their individual properties, then list out how they've been formulated together, would that help?"

Marty nodded. "That would be perfect. Um... Is there anything you need from me? Or can I go back to the dorm though if you happen to have some pants..."

[OOC: Thank you. You're egg-cellent]

"I'll get the information written up tonight, you can stop by tomorrow to pick it up from the front desk."

Leaning down, he dug out a pair of scrub bottoms, then walked over to free Marty.

"Here you go, these should fit."

[ooc: *Blush!!* My pleasure! I like plot bunnies.]

"Thanks Dr. Wilson!" Marty says and heads back to the dorm.

After he puts the pants on of course.

[OOC: So other than Vicodin and House, what's Wilson's favorite treat?]

[ooc: *Snerk!* Scotch, single-malt. ;D]

The next day a package arrives for Wilson containing:

And a note saying:

Thanks for the information, the pants and the excellent medical care.

-Marty

Buzzing about the next day, getting Jack settled in and the like, Wilson finally slowed down near the front desk long enough to...spy the package.

Burrowing into it, he grinned as he pulled out the scotch, whistling softly under his breath as eyed the label. Digging into the packaging, he pulled out the note and read through it.

The grin softened. Scotch -especially mighty fine scotch- was always appreciated...but just the words...the words made it all worth while.

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