Clinic Hours - Wednesday November 9th - Afternoon forward

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson had spent the morning lounging with House, just simply spending time together enjoying really bad early morning game shows and -cough- other morning activities but he was now heading to the Clinic to put some time in.

If you left paperwork for too long, it multiplied at you. Plus the restlessness had returned and Wilson felt the need to escape the shadows that stillness brought close by working.

Whistling softly to himself, he opened the doors and flicked on the lights before setting a pot of Kona to brew. He checked in on Jack but had Archie's chart with him, reviewing it with an eye towards springing the young man. He also had Grissom's chart tucked under his arm and there was a small packet of messages that needed call backs, including one from the mainland.

Wilson was eyeing that last one with suspicion. He had a bad feeling it was a peer of his, calling in a favor. Setting it aside for the time being, the oncologist settled down at the front desk and began to weed through the paperwork in front of him.

Doctor now on Duty, come bleed or otherwise if you wish.

[ooc: Archie!mun, did you want your pup sprung or are we assuming he was already sprung?]

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[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

[OOC: I was assuming he was still there -- if he can go home by evening that'd be great. Will not have much time to actually play until about 6PM Pacific, though . . .]

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

[ooc: I'll put up a tag of Wilson going into his room to talk to him about getting outtah here and just tag it when you have time?]

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna came in, in an almost normal mood. Faithful had hidden in her bag, and was poking his nose out every once in a while.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson looked up from the paperwork he was working on and gave Alanna a smile.

"You here for a few hours, Alanna or just passing through?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna set down her bag carefully. "I'm here until class, starts, sir."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Leaning to his right, Wilson tugged MegaPager off his hip and flipped a couple of buttons, then he started to fold up his paperwork.

"All right then. I've got some phone calls I need to make and an errand I need to run but I have my pager with me if there are any emergencies."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna nodded and settled down. "No problem sir. I'll be here till one and then come back around sevenish. Oh, and um, what is the policy about cats in the clinic?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"The policy is, I didn't just hear the question." Giving her a wink, he headed towards the back office.

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Jonathan walks into the Clinic at a few minutes to three with his bookbag and one of his many posters.

"Hello Doctor," he says giving Wilson the once over as he digs through a drawer for tape, "here for my counseling hours."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson who so has the better ass gave Jonathan a friendly smile as he stretched lazily in the chair.

"Good evening, Jonathan. Is it that time already, then?"

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Jonathan looks up at Doctor Wilson from the floor where he's digging through one of the unlocked drawers for the tape. He tilts his head to the side and takes a moment to appreciate the way Wilson's body looks, stretching like that. When he's done, he looks back up at Doctor Wilson's face to answer him.

"Wednesday afternoon Doctor, one of my three guaranteed opportunities of visiting you, it's possibly the highlight of my week. I mean, otherwise I have to get attacked by Pond Monsters or vicious Southerners to see you and frankly, I'm running out of good excuses," he says.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

There was no missing that glance, Jonathan was rather... blatant with it but as he had the night before Wilson put it down to some sort of game or other youthful bravado and he rolled his eyes.

"Oh for Christ's sake Jonathan, lay off it." Wilson said with a snort and a shake of his head as he stood up and grabbed a bunch of files to move to the office.

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

"You have a nice evening Dr. Wilson," Jonathan calls after him, admiring the view as he walks away.

he clearly works out

Archie's Room

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Sometime in the late afternoon, before Jonathan and Alanna come in, Wilson picked up Archie's chart and headed into the young man's room.

He knocked on the door waited a beat and then pushed his way on through.

"Good afternoon, Lt. Kennedy...can I interest you in blowing this pop stand?"

Re: Archie's Room

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie looked up and smiled. "I'm sorry -- what do you mean by that?"

But the doctor -- because he knew now that this was what this man was -- had a manner about him that seemed to make his meaning clear.

"If you mean to say that I'm ready to get out of here and resume my daily routine, then I would most definitely be interested." He paused for a moment, his forehead wrinkled in thought, then added with a wry smile, "There is, of course, the small matter of reconstructing what exactly constitutes my daily routine, but I think I can manage that."

Re: Archie's Room

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Flipping open the young man's chart, Wilson reviewed the last set of vitals he'd taken and then he nodded and looked back to Archie.

"I'm sorry, that is precisely what I mean. You are still shy a few important pounds but I want you to be smart about how you put them back on. No junk food, nutritious meals and try to drink at least three 16 oz bottles of water a day. I've contact Dean Bristow to tell him you were here but I think you should probably check in with him yourself and maybe he can help you reconstruct your schedule and work with your teachers to help you get caught up."

Re: Archie's Room

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie nodded, though he was a bit puzzled over the measurement unit to which Wilson referred. "Water and nutritious food. Understood. I appreciate your care, doctor, in contacting the dean. I'll deal with arrangements for my classes tomorrow. Tonight I think I may just need to adjust."

He sighed and swung his still slightly weak legs over the edge of the bed, then stood and took a couple of careful, experimental steps. Much to his relief, though he wouldn't be sprinting any time soon, he didn't feel as though he might fall down.

Running a hand through his tangled hair, he tried to get used to being upright again, and chuckled. "Getting my sea legs back again may take a while, I see."

Re: Archie's Room

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson watched the young man with a clinical eye but he made no move to help him, knowing that the more Archie moved under his own steam, the better.

Still...

"Archie...is there someone I could call to come and help you back to your dorm room?"

Re: Archie's Room

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie stopped and looked up at Wilson, bewilderment creeping into his gaze. "I . . . don't know," he replied, shamefacedly. "I'm not sure I remember who my friends are yet."

He shook his head, his jaw set with determination. "It's room . . . 115, isn't it? I can make it. God knows I've done more difficult things."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Still flushed from Study Hall playtime with Daddy, Beka made a stop at the clinic. Having gotten Angelus's OK, she felt Dr. Wilson deserved any answers he might be looking for.

"Doctor," she said pleasantly, approaching his desk but eyeing the coffee behind him.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson was finishing up with some paperwork and it took him a moment to look up as he responded slightly absently.

"Yeeess." Slowly his head came around and when he saw Beka he blinked and then smiled. "Oh, hello, Beka."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Hey." An almost-fond engaging smile warmed her face. "I wanted to thank you. You were fantastic fantastic the other day."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

One dark eyebrow arched in her direction but then he smiled and straightened, turning around to lean in the chair, long legs kicked out haphazardly.

"I was doing my job, Beka but...thank you." Watching he for a moment, he rotated the chair back and forth pensively before speaking again. "It must have been hard...for you."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Mind if I grab a cup of coffee?" She nodded toward the pot behind him. "I can't stay long, but I could use it. It's been a hard couple of days, as you say."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Did you guys get my last email? Detailing what will happen? I never got a reply from either of you. :(]