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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.
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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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.
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"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?"
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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.
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"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."