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Clinic Hours - Monday November 14th 2005

It had been a good weekend but now it was time to get back to the grind. Wilson listened to the radio he had flipped on as he puttered about the Clinic getting it opened, the lights turned on and the waiting room straightened out. Coffee was set to brew and soon the rich aroma was filling the reception area, bringing a smile to Wilson's face.

Moving towards the front desk, he sighed softly as he took in the amount of paperwork that he'd left behind when House had wisked him off for the weekend at the hotel. It was going to take a bit of work to get through all of it and if he was even going to have a hope of success, he'd need a To Do list.

Pouring himself some coffee, Wilson sat down and started to reach for a pen. Just as his hand had almost reached a cup, a pencil fell out of the ceiling, landing on the desk next to his arm. Almost afraid to look, the oncologist peered upwards.

Blink.

Taking a pad of paper, he wrote To Do across the top, then began to make notes.

Charting
Follow up with Red
Order supplies
Re-stock blood bank
Re-stock red lollipop supply
Figure out how the hell all those pencils got up in the ceiling!

Doctor on Duty, feel free to come bleed, drink coffee, chat, or D) All of the above.

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*Stark, who has been so very very absent from everywhere except classes lately, wanders in sometime between Art and Ethics. He looks like he might be expecting a smack upside the head for an unpardonably long absence from the clinic, but walks up to Wilson anyway.*

Hello, Doctor.
I wanted to apologize.

Wilson looked up from where he was working on requisition forms and he smiled gently at Stark.

"Good afternoon, Stark. Come here, have a seat."

Turning in his own chair, Wilson motioned for Stark to drag one of the waiting room chairs closer to the desk.

*Stark moves a chair over and sits*

I haven't been in. I've been...distracted. Strange things going on around here. But you know that. Everyone knows that. Strange place.

Just wanted to apologize for that. For not coming in. And to see if there was something I could do to make up for it.

Leaning forward, Wilson laid his arms along his thighs and listened to Stark attentively, nodding in agreement with a lot of what he was saying.

"I understand, Stark, believe me I understand." There was a gentleness to his wry smile.

"Stark, I know a lot of students have a lot on their plates with school work and with just, being in school. Working here, I don't want it to be a drain on your time or on your involvement with school and I certainly don't want it to ever interefere with your schoolwork but at the same time, there are responsibilities that if you tell me you'll be here, I'll mark out for you but then have to do myself when you can't make it."

Looking up at the other man, his expression nothing but kind and obviously concerned for Stark, Wilson asked because he had to. "Stark, are you certain you want to keep committing time to the Clinic?"

*Stark shook his head slightly. This wasn't the reaction he expected, but he rarely expected that he'd be treated kindly.*

School is not a problem. Schoolwork is fine. I can do that. Easy enough, mostly.
It was other things.

*He paused, then smiled.*
She's alive and she's here and I...I needed time with that. Didn't expect it, got confused, got distracted. But it's better, now.

I do want stay. If I can. But I understand, if I can't.

Wilson listened to Stark and after a quiet moment of watching the young man's eyes he nodded and smiled warmly.

"All right then. Just remember that I need 3 hours a week out of you to be able to submit a passing grade to Bristow."

Lisa strolled into the clinic, a few charts she needed to file under her arm. She noticed Wilson, and walked over to say hello.

He looked... awfully chipper.

"Someone had a good weekend," she joked, although not unkindly.

Wilson looked up and grinned broadly.

"Good afternoon, Lisa. Why...yes, I had an excellent weekend. If you haven't been I strongly suggest the Arms hotel for a night of luxury."

"I'll keep that in mind, although I would guess that the facilities were not what put that look on your face," she laughed openly. "Speaking of, it was a lovely weekend weather-wise, don't you think? Or did you ever make it outside?"

Smirking, the oncologist gave his head a slight nod.

"Getting laid to exhaustion tends to make me happy and actually I did...late last night, sometime before curfew. Did you have a good weekend?"

*Shep wanders in, looking pretty haggard*

Hey Doc, you got something for a headache?

Wilson looked up from his charting and blinked at Shep.

"Headache or a hangover?"

Headache. Honest. If I were just hungover I wouldn't be bothering you about it.

Pushing away from the desk, Wilson walked around to where Shep stood. Reaching for the young man's head, the oncologist began to study his eyes.

"Have you taken any OTC medication? Did you do something to cause the headache?"

The young man did look fairly well haggarded after all.

I tired a couple of Aleve earlier, but they aren't doing much. I don't *recall* doing anything stupid lately. I haven't fallen on my head or been hit with anything more solid than pumpkin guts in a while.

Wilson's brows furrowed and he moved his hands along John's head, checking for bumps.

"Have you been drinking enough water?"

[ooc: help? Is he going to find anything?]

I think so. I had a hell of a time waking up this morning too. I'm normally a morning person, so that's kind of weird. But then again, maybe it's just Monday.

*wrinkles up his face as he's sure his hair is even more multi-directional than normal, but he feels too lousy to actually try and do anything about it.*

[ooc: not a bump or anything. I'm not going for anything in specific... maybe a sinus headache or something. Feel free go all doctory on him and come up with something]

Hrmming softly to himself, Wilson brought his hands around and placed his thumbs on the bone just under Shep's eyes.

"Tell me if this hurts."

He put pressure there, not enough for it to hurt just from his actions but if John's sinuses were infected, it probably wasn't going to feel too good.

Ow! If you're trying to poke my eyes out you missed. If you're trying to push my eye sockets into my brain you're doing just fine.

*rubs eye sockets and pouts*

"You my friend are the proud owner of a sinus infection."

Wilson announced as he walked around the counter to where a script pad lay.

"Antibiotics, rest, fluids and Tylenol, extra strength. You should notice a marked improvement after 24 hours on the antibiotics as the pressure from the infection in your sinus's lessens."

Oh yes... very proud.

And um... antibiotics make me puke.

"The penicillin based or the synthetics?"

Pencillin and all the little -cillins I'm actually allergic to. Hives, puking, not breathing the whole bit.

Sulfa, Ceflex, something called Vibratab and a whole group of other I can't think of the names of... they just make me puke.

Exhaling a soft breath, Wilson pinched the bridge of his nose and then nodded to himself.

Shep, after all, was a healthy young man, not an immunocompromised cancer patient.

"All right, then we do it the old fashion way. OTC decongestant, Sudafed is pretty good, Tylenol and a warm wash cloth across the front of your face...that should just help you feel better in general."

Okay. Though now I'm having bizarre images of cutting out eye holes in a washcloth like a mask and going to class. But I have a feeling that has more to do with having had some strange experiences in life than my current headache.

... at least I hope so.

Wilson arched an eyebrow and wrote down what he's just listed out for treatment, not because Shep needed a prescription for any of it but just so he would remember.

"We'll hope so. Try this for a week, if you get worse or you don't notice any improvement in that time, come back in and see me."

[ooc: Hehehe A convert!]

Thanks Doc.

Oh, by the way, you guys only take students here, right? 'Cause there's this new hypochondriac in town. And... you know, you're a nice guy and all, so you're fresh meat the way he sees it. The last doctor he and I both knew was a nice guy too. McKay made him absolutely insane. So you know, if you have to deal with the townies... consider yourself warned.

[ooc: OMG, so converted]

A dark eyebrow arched upwards and then Wilson chuckled softly, giving his head a shake as he leaned against the counter.

"I wish you'd given me this warning before last night. I met your Mr. McKay last night, he was talking to me about his lemon allergies."

Sorry. I wasn't sick yesterday, so I didn't come into the clinic.

Anyway, Rodney will pontificate about this allergy of his to anyone who stands still for more than 30 seconds. I swear, as paranoid as he is, he could have outgrown this allergy when he was 6 and he'd never know it. You could hand him a glass of milk and he'll ask if there's lemon in it. When you tell him no, he'll still want to run thirty chemical tests on it to be sure.

And wow is he not 'my' Dr. McKay. Not in any sense of the word.

Chuckling softly, Wilson gave his head a slight nod.

"Well, that's why pagers were invented. You'd be amazed what they'll get you out of. Still, I told him I'd speak with Mayor Red and get back with him on the procedure for those folks in town to follow to recieve medical care."

I think I'd be more afraid of what they can get you into.

Tell Red that you'll only take 'real patients'. That'll give you an excuse to tell McKay to shove off.

"Can't dispute that, especially around here." Wilson muttered.

He straightened with a gentle smile.

"I'll definite keep your advice under advisement, Shep but I'm afraid as a general rule, he's got a captive audience with me, one of the side effects that come with the MD."

The doctor moved to turn around but he paused and winked back at Sheppard.

"However, I have no problem in making sure patient's understand their place in priority list."

Fair enough. Like I said, you're a good guy, so I know you take that whole Hippopotumus Oath thing seriously. But I'd still keep that pager handy, if I were you. *grins*

Thanks for the help, Doc... I'm gonna go soak my head...

Have a good night.

"I thank you for the warning." He smiled after the young man. "Have a good night, Shep."

Welcome! Night.

(('Sudafed is pretty good'

and with enough of it you can make meth!!!Q! *runs away*))

[ooc: You are soooo not getting your cut.]

((of the meth or the profits? Cause what FH really needs is a heaping helping of meth, to help the crack go down.))

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