Clinic Hours - Thursday November 3rd 2005

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Dawn had found Wilson still in the Clinic working in the lab. He’d started on Ten’s blood work immediately and after some thought had gone ahead and started with Paige’s and any other back log that was waiting as well.

He’d poked his nose into the apartment long enough to kiss House and tell the older doctor that he was going to be working through the night and then he’d gone back to the Clinic. It was rather convenient having the little apartment tucked just off in the back but it also made it harder for Wilson to stay away.

Not that he’d ever been any good at that back in Princeton either.

The oncologist had spent the night running the lab, reading up on the endoscopy procedure he had scheduled for Friday as well as current literature on gastric cancers and occasionally sticking his head in to check on Jack and on Ten. Upon discovering that Chaucer seemed settled in to stay the night Wilson cut back his intrusions to bi-hourly checks so as to disturb the two men as little as possible.

When the sky started to shift from grey to pink –around 6ish-, the oncologist took a break, going back to the apartment for a shower and a change of clothes before walking down to The Perk for coffee. The walk helped wake him up and shake off the cobwebs so that he was smiling and whistling softly as he set about opening up the Clinic for his regular Clinic hours.

Settling down at the front desk, he set a pot of Jamaican Blue Mountain to brew and reached for the telephone. He had calls to make and favors to call in to get the necessary permits and medical equipment here to treat Grissom.

“Good morning, can I talk to…”

Doctor on Duty, ask nicely and he might share the coffee.

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[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor wakes up again. There is coffee, but no Geoff, whom he can vaguely remember bidding farewell to at some point. Once he can hear Wilson get off the phone, he calls for him.] Dr Wilson?

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson was in mid-stretch when he heard The Doctor's voice. Pushing away from the front desk, the oncologist headed for the room.

He still knocked lightly on the door, waited a beat and then opened it.

"Good morning. What do you need?" His smile, though perhaps a little worn, was still sunny and friendly.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor is polite--Wilson's been a good enough guy--though he's not exactly warm and cuddly.] I was just wondering when I could head for home. I have a lot of things to do like make out an apology list a mile long.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

He'd been expecting this since about 5 in the morning. Walking on into the room, Wilson pulled his stethescope out of his lab coat and with neat, low key motions went about checking Ten's vitals.

We just won't discuss the dual hearts, Wilson had spent part of the night formulating a baseline for 'normal' with Ten from the initial exam and the notes the man had given him about his physiology.

Pleased with the results he stepped back and hooked the scope around his neck.

"I'd say you're a free man. I would strongly advise you not hold classes today, give yourself a good 24 hours of rest, keep the bite site clean and if you notice any change in it's apperance, come back in."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He nods very slowly and gets out of bed.] Understood. I wasn't planning on going in today or maybe ever anyway.

[Then he turns and looks at Wilson, straight in the eye.] Dr Wilson, I apologise for being a bit cold. I had a bad experience with a hospital not all that long ago, and I try to avoid them. Thank you for your work. I appreciate it.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson watched Ten with a professional eye, making sure the man was not about to wipe out on the floor but his eyes lifted to meet The Doctor's direct gaze and after a breath, the oncologist smiled.

"I understand." He said in a warm, good natured tone. "You don't trust what I represent." Wilson had lost count of the number of instances where grief stricken family members had taken out their impotant rage at the cancer killing their loved one against him.

"I know it wasn't comfortable for you to be here but that said, I'm double glad you came in to be checked over." Dark eyes twinkled with genuine friendliness.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He closes his eyes and nods, then reopens them to reach out to shake Wilson's hand.] Better here than not at all. Have a good morning, Dr Wilson.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

He took Ten's hand and gave it a firm shake before releasing the man. For the record...of course he was curious about Ten's physiology...what medical professional wouldn't be and the comment about hospitals was intriguing as well but...now probably was not the time to be pushing around on sensitive territory.

Maybe some other time.

"You as well, Sir. Grab a cup of coffee on your way out if you wish. It's fresh."

And with one more smile, Wilson set about getting the room cleaned up so it could be put back into use.

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Lisa walked into the clinic, looking a little tired but otherwise no worse for wear.

"Hey, Wilson. Good morning. I don't know if House told you, but I am going to start doing a few hours a week stocking, doing paperwork, you know... all the stuff he's been making you do," she prattled on trying to avoid the touching, emotional scene. "Oooh, coffee?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Was there to be a touching emotional scene? Damn it, he didn't get the script change.

Looking up from the chart he was marking up, Wilson blinked. "Oh...he might have meant to tell me last night. Did he explain the new requirements to you?"

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

She's a teeanged girl, but one that tries to avoid emotional confrontations. What do you want from her?

She listened to his question and then gave him an incredulous look. "What do you think?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Right, stupid question."

Sitting back, Wilson rubbed a hand over his face, tempted to smack himself to help wake up.

"I cleared it with Dean Bristow that any assistants from the student body who work in the Clinic an average of 3 hours per week, will get academic science credit, since I felt it was hard, asking you guys to juggle volunteer time as well as course work. But, this is a pass/fail situation. If you don't maintain 3 hour average, you fail the credit."

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"I don't care about the credit," she answered truthfully. "House mentioned it, actually, but not quite in the terms of doom you managed to use, so well done."

She laid off for a second, seeing his fatigue. "Have you been home yet?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"I'm trying on his doom cloak to see if it fits. This is actually supposed to be something built in to help students, Lisa not harm them. A science credit towards graduation for 3 hours a week worth of work and no tests? Surely it's not that ardurous."

Sprawling back in the chair, Wilson cradled his coffee cup against his trim stomach and arched a dark eyebrow.

"Of course, I popped in this morning to shower and change. It's just down the hall after all."

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that counts," she scoffed. "Well, what would you like me to do? I could do your charting."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson just gave her a gentle look but he did move to stand up.

"That would be heavenly and if you could, catch and treat any blood draws or requests for condoms? I need to go back in the office and nap make a few confidential phone calls."

Giving her a warm grin, he started to head that way, a clipboard and a chart in his hand.

"Throw something at the door, if you need me."

[ooc: Oh bless you! :)]

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"Sure," she smiled warmly, happy that he was going to get some rest. She sat down in the office, quickly locating her remaining hidden candy stash, and stuck a Blow Pop in her mouth as she pulled together the charts.

Jack shows up to the Clinic (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/36302.html)
Crane and Cuddy come down with Pond Plague (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/36810.html?thread=1558986#t1558986")
Shep hates his crutches, yo (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/36810.html?thread=1565130#t1565130)
Grissom gets more bad news (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/37283.html?thread=1577379#t1577379)
Anders needs to protect Cally from a mini-Anders invasion (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/37283.html?thread=1577891#t1577891)
House checks in on Jack (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/37602.html?thread=1582050#t1582050)
Maia comes in for a follow-up to the emo coma (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/37602.html?thread=1595362#t1595362)
Cuddy gets test results from House/her job back (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/37602.html?thread=1606882#t1606882)
Crane gets his test results and some rubbers (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/37847.html?thread=1641175#t1641175)
Paige needs an STD test. Heh. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/37847.html?thread=1647575#t1647575)
The Doctor is bitten by The Gremlin (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/37847.html?thread=1662935#t1662935)
Jonathan treats Beka (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/37930.html?thread=1657642#t1657642)
The Doctor leaves the clinic (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/38378.html?thread=1687274#t1687274)

Lisa shook her head, trying not to laugh as she looked at some of the notations on the files.

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

((you should totally add gremlin blood and gremlin bites to fandom_clinic's user interests.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce wanders in. Spotting Volleyball, she heads over, "Hey Doc. It's been almost two weeks.. have the results from my blood test arrived yet?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson was pulling some sort of form from a cabinet and he looked over at Duce with a friendly smile.

"Hello, Duce. Dr. House was running the tests on your blood. I know he muttered something one afternoon but I'll need to get in touch with him to have him give you a call with the results."

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce nods, salutes her thanks, and heads off to Study Hall to viciously torture celebrate her friend's birthday.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Is the Doctor here? The Doctor, I mean, not a doctor. The one that got bit by a gremlin yesterday."

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Lisa looks up from her work. "Hi there, let me check... nope, he was discharged earlier (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/38378.html?thread=1687274#t1687274). Sorry."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Oh, well. That's good, right? Thanks."

[OOC: You're right, I'm just IC sending my character looking for him.]

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"Well, he went out the front door, and not the back, so yes, that's a good sign." She give him a smile, obviously kidding.

"I'm sure he'll be fine, Dr. Wilson would not have discharged him otherwise. Have a good day."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Around Noon, the phone rings] I'm calling to check on Ten. This is CJ.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

The voice that caught the voice was perhaps a little rough but that could be either because the person who owned it had just woken up or was distracted, hard to tell.

"This is Dr. Wilson..." Pause, righting the mental world and then. "I'm sorry, CJ yes? He was released this morning."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Oh. This morning? All right. Thank you. Was he ok last night alone?

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Oh but he hated these sorts of questions. It was a subtle hook but it was there, in the word 'alone'.

"He had a night with no complications from his wound."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Hesitantly] Did he...ask for me?

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

At least Wilson could answer this one without having to spin it.

"Our conversations were brief and only of a medical nature, Professor Cregg." Reminding himself that it was impolite to just use a lady's first name without her permission. "I don't believe he was entirely comfortable with being here." There was a gentle ruefulness in his voice as he said that last bit, because it was a bit of an understatement.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Why not? [She's clearly concerned about this]

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Sucking thoughtfully on a tooth for a moment, Wilson spun the pen he'd been writing with earlier, between his fingers.

"Professor Cregg, I think that would be a question best directed towards Professor Ten."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

All...all right. Thank you for your time, doctor.

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH walks into the clinic, wrapped in ducttape and his rubber duck still on his shoulder.*

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson absolutely adored the rubber duck and he smiled warmly to Death.

"Good evening, Death. The help is most welcome, it was a long night last night and I think, if it's all right with you, I might head on out for the evening. I'll have my pager with me if there is an emergency."

[ooc: Do you mind opening an 'Clinic evening Hours' thread? So that it helps folks keep some idea of the passage of time? :D *Hugs the duckie on Death*]

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Did Wilson blush? Maybe, just a little.

Giving Death another warm grin, the oncologist waved his hand and headed on down the hallway towards the small apartment.

One of these days, he really was going to need to sit down and talk to Death, it would probably help but...not a night when he was already exhausted.

[ooc: And again... I love the ducks. It would be great to find some time when Wilson and Death could have a more serious conversation. How does your tomorrow during the day EST look?]

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]