Clinic Hours -Friday November 4 2005

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson was whistling, and yes he had a damn good reason to be whistling thankyouverymuch, as he set about opening up the Clinic for the day.

His eyes kept sliding towards the windows and little sighs escaped him as he enjoyed the sunshine, idly he considered heading out with MegaPager on his hip but...no, he needed to finish checking in the equipment he'd ordered from the mainland and of course today was the endoscopy for Grissom.

Setting a pot of coffee to brewing, the lanky oncologist threw himself down into the desk chair and picked up the phone.

First he called House to remind him to call Duce with her test result and then he called through to Paige with her test as well.

That bit of bookkeeping done, he had just reached for a chart when he heard the back door buzz. The shipment he was expecting both regular supplies as well as the extra necessities he'd tacked on for treating Grissom.

Laying a clipboard up on the counter for people to sign in as they needed to, Wilson headed for the back.

Doctor on Duty, come bleed if you wish.

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[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*Sara enters the clinic, taking a seat in the waiting room. She intends to remain there until Grissom is out of surgery.*

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson didn't immediately recognize Sara and after a few minutes, he stood up and leaned against the front counter.

"Excuse me? Is there something you need help with?" His tone was kind, more curious then anything.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*She shakes her head.* A friend will be having surgery this morning. I wanted to wait. I'm Professor Sidle. *She offers a hand.*

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Ah." Wilson said, understanding immediately. Reaching he took her hand and gave it a firm shake. "Of course. It will be a little while but you're welcome to wait. Help yourself to some coffee if you wish, it's fresh."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Doctor. *She gets herself a cup and opens a magazine. Amazingly enough, it's only two months out of date.*

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Morning, Doctor Wilson," Sam waved cheerily as she entered the clinic. The morning was just beautiful, and the walk over in the warm morning sunshine had cheered her. "I"m here to check on the moron. How's he doing?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson looked up from where he was reviewing the shipping manifest for a box labeled 'Medical supplies' and smiled.

"He's doing fairly well. Go on back."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Thanks."

With another wave, Sam walked quickly down the hall, and sat down in the chair next to Jack's bed. He seemed to be still sleeping, and his breathing was raspy, but sounded quieter.

She checked her watch. She was supposed to meet Janet for lunch, but she could hang out and wait to see if Jack woke up before then. Besides, as long as he wasn't using it, she could leaf through his astronomy book.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Stepping into the clinic and looking around hesitantly, Geoff spots the doctor who had been on call the night before. He walks over and clears his throat.

"Ah, excuse me?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson surfaced from the cabinet he was in, hair slightly mused from his burrowings but a ready smile on his face.

"Good morning! What can I do for you?"

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Actually, I just wanted to stop in and say thank you for the help you gave Ten the other night. Also I think I was a little rude, not introducing myself when I was here, so I thought I'd remedy that as well." He offers his hand. "Geoff Chaucer. I teach here at the school."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

There was a momentary blink and then Wilson's smile widened and he reached to take Chaucer's hand.

"Dr. James Wilson and for the former, I'm just glad he was willing to come here and get treated, as for the latter, I understand how nerve racking it can be when a friend is in hospital, certain social niceties tend to take a back seat. But, Professor Chaucer, I have heard of you and it's a pleasure to have a face to go with the name."

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Call me Geoff, please. And I'm not certain that coming here was really Ten's choice, but I doubt he had much say in the matter." He returns Wilson's grin.

"I'm starting to become concerned about what sort of reputation I have around here, that people say they've heard of me. Although I suppose the gossip mill is pretty active in such a small community."

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom enters the clinic, looking happy as a clam because pre-surgery regulations don't allow patients to eat or drink anything prior to a procedure. Or maybe not, he's pretty grumpy.

He takes a seat, putting a small bag he's brought with him down by his side, flipping through a magazine absent-mindedly and participating in other uncharacteristic, nervous behaviors until his appointment time.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*His shoulder is squeezed as Sara moves to sit by him.* Morning.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He turns, looking a bit startled. "Good morning."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

My physics class was happy all they had to do was an experiment. *She is determined to be calm--not cheerful. That would only irritate him.*

Grissom's Surgery -NFB-

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson had set up Exam 4 for the surgery and he'd tugged House out of the small apartment to run the anethesia for him.

Carefully taking the time to make sure that everything was prepared he gave the older doctor a quick nod of his head and went out to the waiting room to get Grissom.

Re: Grissom's Surgery -NFB-

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Following Wilson from the waiting room, Grissom is freakishly calm. He has a seat and waits for Wilson's instructions quietly.

Re: Grissom's Surgery -NFB-

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

A screen had been set up in the room and Wilson held a hospital gown -sorry open back and everything- out to Grissom.

"If you would, please change into this. There is a cabinet behind the screen where you can put your belongings and keep the key."

House was already in a blue surgical gown and Wilson was over by the sink getting similiarly prepared. There were new lights hooked into the ceiling, stronger surgical lights and a full battery of monitors for the surgery.

It was good to have friend's in high places.

Re: Grissom's Surgery -NFB-

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom took the small bag of items he had packed for the weekend and stepped behind the screen.

After a few minutes, and the sound of a locker closing, Grissom came out in his gown, looking at the impressive facilities and giving Wilson a sharp grin.

"So many technological advances, and I still can't get a johnny that's... sufficient," he jokes, although he doesn't seem to be particularly uncomfortable with the situation.

Recovery

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*She has been in hospitals innumerable times before, but the shock of seeing a loved dear friend hooked up to machines never quite goes away.*

*Taking a seat near his bed, she pulls a stack of papers out of her satchel. Might as well be productive while sitting vigil.

Re: Recovery

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom is fully out of it in his recovery room for several hours after the completion of his surgery, eventually snoring lightly as he moves from full sedation into a more natural sleep, which looks fairly peaceful considering the setting.

Re: Recovery

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*She smiles, noticing the transition and the ease of his breathing.*

*The blanket had slipped down at some point and she carefully tucks it back around him, making sure a glass if iced water and a book are within reach.*

*Closing her eyes, she falls asleep in the chair.*

Re: Recovery

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

When he finally wakes up, his mind is foggy and he's mildly uncomfortable, noticing that it is now dark out. Rubbing his eyes, he turns to try to find a clock as he recalls his watch is still in the locker Dr. Wilson provided, but instead sees Sara, remembering vaguely that she had come to see him before his surgery.

Very slowly, he puts it together that she must have stayed at the Clinic for most, if not all, of the day with him. He's seen her sleeping before (and strangely enough, every time in a chair), but never deeply, and never with the dreamy, innocent quality true sleep always brings to the face.

He's also never allowed himself to watch her while she slept, but he figures it couldn't do any harm, and the sedatives have warn away his usual resolve. Despite his fatigue and soreness, he smiles for a few long minutes, gazing at her in the dark before finally whispering her name, knowing he should wake her and tell her to go home and get some real rest.

"Sara?" He's not shocked by the dry, gravelly quality of his voice, but the whisper grates his throat.