Clinic Hours - Tuesday November 15th

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Wilson wore an pensive expression as he moved around the Clinic opening it up for the day. He had quite a few things on his mind and was rolling them back and forth trying to come up on the right side of just how to approach the matters.

He'd checked on Jack, who seemed to maybe be feeling better today, Wilson was going to hope that this wasn't a lead on to another relapse and made a mental note to try to keep the young man quiet for at least another 24 hours.

The scent of coffee, the Jamacian Blue Mountain today, filled the small reception area and as he sat back down behind the desk, Wilson reviewed the To Do list. At least he'd managed to get some of the required rec forms submitted yesterday and could expect a shipment hopefully tomorrow. For the time being, he knew he should work on charts but his mind was a bit too distracted so instead he sat back behind the desk, feet up on the counter, cradling his coffee mug and staring off into space.

Doctor on Duty, come distract him from his ponderings...or weedle coffee out of him, either works.

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Waiting Room -Available for Broadcast-

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The area where the sweet smell of coffee is strongest.

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth smiles at the doctor, inhaling the smell of coffee, as she enters after speech class. "Good morning," she says.

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Looking up from where he was attempting to work on a chart, Wilson smiled warmly.

"Good morning, can I help you?"

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"I'm looking to start a birth control prescription," Elizabeth said, standing in front of the reception desk.

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Inwardly, Wilson winced. Sitting back he drummed his fingers lightly against the top of the desk.

"Have you ever had a prescription before?"

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[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She walks in wearing a turtleneck under a suit. She waits patiently]


((slow play is my friend today.))

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson was just getting off the phone with a supplier when he looked up and saw her. Was that a hint of a blush on his cheeks? Maybe it was just nice and warm in the Clinic.

"All right...thank you. Have a good day."

Hanging up, he stood up from behind the desk and moved around towards the front.

"Good afternoon, Professor Cregg. How can I help you?"

[ooc: Slowtime is everybodies friend...and that particular outfit always looks smokin on AJ]

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[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She smiles radiantly at him.] Dr. Wilson. How good it's you. I need to check and make sure I don't have any broken ribs or internal damage. Here. [She motions vaguely at her torso.]

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That... was not exactly the response he was expecting and Wilson did a bit of a double take as if trying to decide if she was playing with him or serious.

"Ah, well...come back with me to Exam 1 and we'll take a look." He decided it was safer to take her at face value and if it turned out she was playing with him, he'd get her back!

Stepping aside, he waved her towards the rooms set off from the reception area.

"And what prompted this concern for ribs and internal organs?" Fancy for What the hell happened?

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[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Jonathan exits his counseling area and heads towards the coffee. He'd scheduled the session for early in order to accomodate Tara but the coffee made him realize just how early it was.

Fetching himself a cup and drinking it black he hops up onto the front desk in the clinic, managing by some magic not to spill anything on the dress shirt and tie he normally wore to his counseling hours. "Morning Doctor Wilson," he chirps, sipping his coffe, "long time no see."

He's in a very good mood for it being this early.

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Wilson quickly saved a chart he was reviewing from Jonathan's ass and flicked a wry glance up at the young man.

"Good morning, Jonathan. You look quite chipper for such an early hour. Holding a special session?"

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[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Jonathan flashes a contrite look at Doctor Wilson when he sees him move the file. It doesn't last long though, because seeing Tara after Crowley's gift was really putting him in a good mood. In a personal one on one session it was much stronger than just seeing her in class.

"Yes sir, I couldn't get my weekend hours in due to detention so i thought I'd do it today and some one requested the morning," he tells him, swinging his feet slightly. His nose is almost healed and only the slightest trace of bruising remains.

"What about you doctor, what's new with you?"

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[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

There was no preamble. She had no patience, no tact, no subtlety. Not today. "Coffee. Talk. Private, please?"

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Well...that definitely got a lift of his eyebrows but rather then say anything, Wilson simply turned, refilled his own mug and poured her a styrofoam cup full of the coffee.

Handing it towards her, he made a motion with his head.

"This way. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/45193.html?thread=1940105#t1940105)"

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[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH walks in, dumping what has to be hundred of addressed envelopes onto the clinic desk. He takes a seat, while a pen, acting of its own accord, begins writing a letter. DEATH himself is working on hand addressing an envelope. There is a wet sponge in his mouth that he is using to seal envelopes.*

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Death would actually find a note pinned up to the counter.

House, Death or whoever gets this. I've been called down into town on an emergency call on behalf of Maia. I'm reachable by pager if you need me.

[ooc: Might be best and no hurry but I will be quite glad to read it when you send it to me! :D]

Exam Room 1 - NFB

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The Main Exam Room

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He waited until they had gotten into the exam room and the door was closed, assuring doctor/patient confidentiality before he turned to address her.

"Asked for it?"

Waving her up towards the exam table, his tone put the leaders into the simple question.

Are we talking punching violence or are we talking BDSM?

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[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I asked for it. I felt like sparring, and I picked an opponant far better than me. It was full contact, and, well...[She srgugs off her suit coat and pulls off her shirt as she speaks, her back to him. Long scratches are scabbed down her back, and when she turns her entire front from below her breasts down is mottled and purple-to-black.] It doesn't help that I bruise easily.

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Dark eyebrows rose, though it was not in a manner that bespoke shock and horror, rather impressive surprise at the damage.

Pulling on rubber gloves, he approached CJ, walking around her to investigate the scratches first, his touch gentle, warm and professional.

"Wrestling?"

Exam Room 2 - NFB

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Overflow Exam Room

The Clinic Office - NFB

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House and Wilson's Office

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[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," she said taking the coffee gratefully. Only now did it occur to her she'd not eaten yet.

Beka sipped the coffee, keeping her eyes trained on the space behind him. "You heard the news?"

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Wilson gave the door a firm close and he waved Beka towards one of the seats in the small office, moving to perch a hip up on the desk.

"I think I heard it in passing, something about Kitty Pryde and Angelus?"

It had been a rather busy day.

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[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Still not looking at him, and barely keeping her hands from shaking, though whether in anger, fear, or grief even she couldn't have said. "They've accused him of killing her."