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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Re: Recovery

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*She never sleeps well, even in Fandom, and starts awake as soon as she hears her name.*

What--oh, hey. How are you feeling? *She brings the cup of water over with her, knowing his throat has to be parched.*

Re: Recovery

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He takes the water gratefully, taking a small sip so that he can speak more clearly. Trying to work out the cobwebs in his mind, he looks at her, shaking his head slightly. "You were here all day?" he says drowsily.

Re: Recovery

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Pretty much. And before you say anything--I wanted to be here. Dr. Wilson says you came through fine and you'll be all right.

Re: Recovery

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"You must be upset, don't get my spiders now," he mumbles, closing his eyes for a minute.

"You should go home, get some rest," he says a bit more clearly.

Re: Recovery

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

You're right. *She sighs, but smiles softly.* I'll come by later. Get some rest.

*Packing up her things, she dares to kiss his forehead before leaving.*

Re: Recovery

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He considers cracking a joke that she must be tired to agree with him so quickly, but thinks better of it.

He smiles lazily - somewhere in his reptilian brain stem wanting to reach up and touch her, even if just to squeeze her arm as a sign of his thanks, but with his IV it's impossible to even make an attempt.

"Okay, I'll be here..." he jokes, and then says more seriously, "Thank you."