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Clinic Hours - Tuesday November 1st 2005

Wilson was up early again or perhaps he just hadn't gotten to sleep it was hard to tell. He'd come back to the Clinic after talking with Aziraphale and Crowley and settled in to work in the lab for a few hours.

He'd finished up Grissom's biopsy as well as the initial blood work for Lisa and Jonathan, the work taking him late into the night. When he'd finished with that work, he'd gone in and checked up on Jack before heading back to the apartment to grab a quick nap and a shower.

Going down to The Perk, Wilson had gotten himself an extra strong coffee, using the early morning walk to help wake himself up before returning to open up the Clinic. He made calls to Grisson, Lisa and Jonathan before actually opening the Clinic doors, the tantalizing smell of Jamacian Blue Mountain and the quiet sounds of Vanessa-Mae filling the quiet waiting room.

Doctor on Duty.

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Grissom walks into the Clinic, an obvious weight on his shoulders. He sits down in the lobby with what appears to be a novel, waiting for Dr. Wilson.

He came back to the front after checking on Jack and changing out the young man's IV bag. Spying Grissom, Wilson paused, catching his lower lip between his teeth.

He absolutely hated this part.

"Dr. Grissom." The doctor's voice was calm if perhaps a little soft. "I'm glad you could come down...do you want to step into the office, please?"

Grissom merely nodded, tucking the book away in his briefcase and following Wilson into the office, taking a seat and concentrating on keeping his pulse down and breathing regulated.

Wilson leaned against the desk, rather then sitting behind it. It was a subtle thing but it kept him from being 'distanced' by having the desk between them yet kept him out of Grissom's personal space by not sitting beside him. Watching the other man, Wilson didn't beat around the bush with the news.

"The biopsy was positive. That's the bad news. However, you're what we call Stage 0: TIS, NO, MO. Which basically translates to, we caught it early. Endoscopy to remove the affected area of you stomach, six months chemo to erradicate any possible lingering cells and we should come out of this with nothing worse then you'll have to adjust your diet a little going forward."

He went quiet then, letting Grissom soak it all up and waiting for any questions.

Grissom felt strangely calm. There was some sort of peace in knowing what was coming, and the news is not as bad as he may have feared.

"I'm familiar with the procedure. How often will I need to come in for the chemo treatments?"

"Well do stages with the chemo. For the first 8 weeks you'll have to come in three times a week, next 8 weeks twice a week and then the last weeks you'll just come in once a week. The first 8 weeks will be the hardest, I won't lie to you but if we hit it aggressively, while we have the odds in our favor, it betters the long term prognosis."

"If that's what is required, that is what we'll do. You have all the facilities here that will be necessary?"

Wilson nodded. "I will."

One nice thing about still being able to throw his weight around -so to speak- back on the mainland.

"We can schedule the endoscopy for Friday?"

He nods. "What type of recovery period am I to look forward to on Friday?"

"I would like you to plan to stay in the Clinic for the weekend, as long as there are no complications, you can be home by Sunday night. I know you want to continue with your classes...again as long as there are no complications and you feel up to it, you can resume your regular class schedule starting Monday. When we start the chemo...we'll probably have to see how you react and go from there as to the rest of your schedule over the next six months."

"I see. Well, thank you, I appreciate your prompt care of the issue. I will see you on Friday."

Anders slinks into the clinic after shop class, his face brilliant red. When he catches a whiff of the coffee, he lights up a little bit, sniffing, then shoves his hands as deep into his pockets as he can and tries to remember how to speak.

The soft slink of feet trying not to be detected caught Wilson's attention and the oncologist looked up at the bright red young man.

As silence spread he caught the tell tale sniffing of someone who appreciates coffee and a dark eyebrow rose.

"Would you like a cup?"

Anders let out a startled squeak and briefly lost whatever ability to speak he'd recovered. Then, finally, he managed a faint "Please?"

Standing up, slowly so as not to startle the poor lad, Wilson ferreted out a styrofom cup and poured a healthy serving of the delicious smelling brew. Setting it on the counter top, he sat back down, looking as friendly and unthreatening as possible.

"Thanks," replied Anders tentatively, picking up the cup and taking a sip. "Oh, wow . . . this is good."

Wilson grinned and nodded. "It is, I was pleased when I was able to get it delivered out here."

Of course he was curious as hell about what the young man might need...and why he was so shy about it but Wilson made no move to push, letting Anders come along at his own pace.

"I, um . . ." Anders kicked at the floor, his face turning even brighter red. "I think I might -- um, that is. Me an' my girlfriend . . . er, there was . . . we wanted to . . . and then there were those, y'know, posters in the hallways and we thought maybe. Um?"

Since there was no one in the outer office to be eavesdropping at the moment, Wilson very matter of factly filled in the blanks.

"You need condoms?" His voice was gentle but relaxed and professional.

Anders squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and nodded, feeling extremely stupid and once again robbed of the ability to speak.

Poor Anders...it was strictly because of the way he was acting that Wilson felt he was duty bound to ask the next question.

"Do you know how to use them?"

Anders gulped hard, and much to his consternation couldn't manage to fight back sudden, distracting mental images of balloon animals, no matter how fascinating his shoes had suddenly become. He shook his head, then nodded, then shook his head again.

Years of practice kept his face straight as Wilson gave a gentle sort of nod and then moved to sit up.

"Wait right here."

He went back towards the office, returning a few minutes later and walking up to the counter. Crooking a finger towards Anders, to draw him close, the oncologist set a handful of condoms on the counter and then withdrew a rather impressive, 14"x 6" dildo.

Hey, it had to be one of the big ones to make sure that the demonstration could be seen in the back of a classroom and it had to look realistic so that everything was properly covered.

"Okay...so have you ever put one on?"

Suddenly, the mental balloon animal images were gone, along with Anders's self-esteem, bludgeoned to bits by the oh my gods what the frak was that thing gigantic dildo.

He opened and closed his mouth to no avail before managing to force out a very squeaky "No?"

[OOC: Apologies -- I had to wait until I got home from work to pick up because there was no way I could keep from laughing.]

Pardon the slight double take that Wilson gave Anders, the oncologist had been...precocious and a master of the one handed roll by the time he was thirteen.

But nothing but professionalism was evident on his face as he reached for one of the little foil packets.

"All right. First of all, it's important to store these properly. Don't keep them where it's too hot or too cold, the latex can become damaged and cause the condom to break at ah...critical moment."

Cough, throat clear.

"Which besides being incredibly painful can leave you with a couple anxious weeks."

Anders nodded furiously, the gesture more of an attempt to disguise his flailing than anything else. "Right, right . . . not too hot or cold. Um. Uh. Oh, frak." His eyes darted to the giant dildo again, and he added, "Um. Putting it on. Is there, like, stretching involved?"

[ooc: My turn to apologize, was watching House!]

"Ah, well...if you mean, stretching the condom? Yes. Ah, as a rule there should be no stretching on your part."

Clearing his throat, again, Wilson popped open the foil wrapper and pulled the little latex ring out.

"Okay, you'll find that condoms come in many different types. Lubricated with spermicide, unlubricated -which I don't recommend- ribbed..." Wry smile. "Glow in the dark and flavored...to name a few. The latter of those I do not recommend as they tend to be less then good quality, more for novelty than actual practical use."

There was no sound for a few moments, as the word 'flavored' caused Anders's brain to briefly explode. He stared at the unwrapped condom with a beleaguered expression.

"Um. What would be better for rookie level, um, play?"

Reaching for a couple from the small stack he'd brought out, Wilson held the foil packets out to Anders.

"Lubricated with spermicide. Now, these things don't come with instructions on the wrapper so, here are the basics. You put it on when you're erect, trust me do not deviate from this plan, the result is...messy. See this little bubble here at the tip? Pinch it with your fingers and then set the condom like so."

Err...honest, they taught this in doctor school, it had nothing to do with the fact that Wilson was a bit of a pro, nupe....not at all.

"Then unroll it to the base. Now, you'll hear a lot of talk." Pause, look at Anders. "Well, you might hear a lot of talk but let me give you the facts. There can be active sperm in precum, so it is not safe to 'screw around' and then put the condom just before climax. Okay...now...you try."

Anders fumbled with the packet, which could have been made of carbon composite for all he could manage opening it, and did a fabulous impression of a beached fish for a few seconds. "Try . . . putting it where?"

Because he sure wasn't practicing on himself. Not in front of Wilson, and not in front of that gigantic . . . thing.

The gigantic thing was pretty much guaranteeing he couldn't practice on himself anyway.

Wilson pulled an expression that was usually reserved for House, along the lines of I did not just hear you...yes...yes I did just hear you say that and he gave his head a slight shake.

"Put it..." Taking the dildo, he grabbed the condom he'd unwrapped over it and tugged it off...Anders might not have wanted to watch that. "On the dil...err the practice dummy."

"Just like I showed you."

Anders struggled with the wrapper for several more seconds and finally got it open, narrowly avoiding sending the condom flying across the room.

Tentatively, he approached the "practice dummy" with his eyes closed, muttering, "Pinch the tip and set it . . ."

It was sloppy and definitely required the use of both hands, and merited absolutely no points for technique. And the expression on his face, an unholy blend of terror and desperate concentration, couldn't possibly have been more comical.

Surveying his handiwork, he ran a hand through his hair and instantly regretted it, since spermicidal lubricant did not make the best hair gel. With a kicked-puppy expression, he looked up at Wilson.

It wasn't so much the practical application...pun intended...as the look of sheer horror on Ander's face as he approached the whole subject that had Wilson watching the boy with a concerned glance.

Reaching behind the desk, he grabbed a wetnap from a container and held it out to Anders.

"Umm...if you don't mind my asking, are you two really...sure you're ready for this step in your relationship?"

He nodded, miserably, and took the wetnap. "We've talked about it, yeah. I'm okay with her. Just get stupid around other people."

Wiping off his hands, he took the wetnap to his hair and only succeeded in making a worse mess of it.

Wilson pushed his hands into the pockets of his slacks and eyed Anders thoughtfully for a long moment before he simply gave an easy sort of nod.

"All right." Picking up one of the condoms he ripped open the top and held it out towards Anders. "This is a tool. Used properly, it can be very effective in preventing pregnancy and STDs but it's not 100% effective and human error lowers the percentage even further."

Wilson's tone wasn't unkind. "It can actually be a fun tool...but that's something for you and she to figure out on your own. Now, try again, think about what you want it to be protecting you both from and see if that helps."

Anders nodded and fumbled the second condom out of the opened wrapper. Only Wilson's advice didn't exactly help make it any easier, because ~~no babies on Galactica, OMG~~ thinking about the possible consequences was just too much for his brain to handle.

Staring at the giant dildo with maniacal concentration, he circled it twice and then approached it much like an overzealous (and hungry) hunter going after his prey, the condom dangling from his fingers. He had bizarre mental images of creeping through tall grass tufted with diapers as he rolled the condom onto the dildo with an almost fanatical sense of purpose.

As he watched this ~~and his player fell out of her chair laughing~~ Wilson crossed one arm across his chest so he could brace his elbow on his wrist and cover his mouth with his hand. It was an estudious pose that hid the twitching of his lips.

It's probably best I didn't use the good ole standby banana...I'm afraid the boy would never eat fruit again if he had to wrap up a food stuff.

"Better." And it had been, from the technical perspective, though Wilson did not want some pissed off girlfriend here in the Clinic asking why her boyfriend was approaching his dick as if it were a toaster. ~~though you know, Cylons and the whole one eye...never mind~~.

"At this point...if as you say it's easier when it's just you and she or...you..." Wilson picked up the last of the pile and held it out to Anders. "I suggest some exciting thoughts and a little ahhh...practice...solo."

[[If Anders approaches his dick as if it were a toaster, there will be OMG BAD CONSEQUENCES WITH CALLY. ZOMG, GNOS, BOOM-EXPLODEY OW.]]

If Wilson expected him to practice this solo right this frakking second, he was absolutely out of his mind, Anders decided. Because exciting thoughts? So not happening now.

"Right. Um. Practice." He nodded furiously, his eyes fixed on some point well away from the dildo ~~because ZOMG, what if it's a Cylon~~.

"You, uh, don't want me to do that right now, do you?"

"No." Quick and to the point with an inward curse to himself for not having made that clear at the start.

Anders sagged with comical relief. "Well, um. Thanks." Looking down at the condom in his hands, he managed to add, "So do I just get the one for now? Like a learner's permit?"

"They're not reusable." Delicate inward *shuuuudddeerrr* at the thought.

Smiling he nodded to the pile of about 10 condoms sitting on the counter next to the giagantic ~~Cylon~~ dildo.

"Go ahead and taken those and if you need more you can come back here or just about any drug store will have them."

[ooc: And I must drop. This has been hysterical, thank you so much for stopping by!!! :D]

Anders grinned awkwardly and pocketed the condoms, once again determinedly not looking at the ~~Cylon Heavy Raider~~ dildo. "Thanks, doc. I appreciate it. Really."

Stopping to retrieve the now-cold cup of coffee, he ducked out of the clinic as fast as he possibly could.

[OOC: It really has been awesome. Thank you so much!!!]

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