Clinic Hours - Thursday November 3rd 2005

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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?

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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.

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[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.

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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."

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[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.

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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.

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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.