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.*

[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."

[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.

[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?"

[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]

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?"

[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."

[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."

[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.*

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

They did try to keep things up to date...of course every month Wilson had to explain to House all over again why he couldn't put the nudie magazines out in the waiting room.

[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."

[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.*

[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]

He nods and gives her a soft smile. He considers joking with her, but he's a little too nervous underneath his calm exterior to pull it together. "I see. What kind of experiment?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Laughing, goodnaturedly, Wilson slid his hands into the pockets of his slacks and leaned back against the cabinet he had been burrowing about in.

"Well all I've ever heard has been positive rumor mill type of stuff. That you are a poet extrodinaire, a loving man and a good friend." Wilson grinned, dark eyes twinkling. "Okay, that last bit would be my personal addition to the mill, since it takes a good friend to stay the night and sleep on those gawd awful chairs we keep in the rooms."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Calculating time dilation, among other things. They seemed to be enjoying themselves.

*Unnoticed, his shoulder is squeezed again.*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Good, that sounds good." Rubbing his hands together nervously in his lap, he turns to look straight ahead. "I didn't realize... you'd be here this morning. With your, ahhh, class."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Hee!]

Where else would I be? *A quiet tone--she is also looking straight ahead.* I made sure my students had work today and saw it through. Then I came here.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"He wasn't in the sort of place, in his mind, that he should have been left alone. I'd like to think he'd do the same for me." Geoff perches on the edge of the desk, smiling. "Although I will have to say I've had enough of sleeping in chairs for a while."

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Of course," he says firmly. "I wouldn't expect anything else." he turns again to look at her, pausing for a moment.

"Thanks."