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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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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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