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Clinic Hours - Thursday November 17th 2005

Wilson moved quietly through the Clinic getting the waiting room set up for the day, starting a pot of coffee and opening the doors.

He had restocking to do and paperwork and... more paperwork and it would be nice if he could figure out his own mind somewhere in all that but honestly, he just didn't want to think about some things so...yeah.

Paper Work
Coffee
Restocking.

But first, he swung through to check in on the patients, Jack and Phoebe.

Doctor on Duty, come sneak off with his coffee, Jonathan, you know you wanna.

[ooc: Phoebe!Mun, I'm going off the posting thread last night with House that Phoebe stayed overnight. If this was changed later, please let me know and I'll edit this post accordingly. :)]

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And then there was ~~OMGMasterandMistressoftheUnderworld~~ sweetness.

Phoebe tried swallowing and she let out a soft moan. She opened her eyes, only to close them again when she saw the lights. She didn't know where she was, but she wasn't at home.

She tried to speak and started coughing. After the coughing stopped, she realized that someone was holding her hand. She turned her head and smiled slightly when she saw him asleep and holding he hand.

"Cole?"

~~TheFutureMasteroftheUnderworld~~ Cole woke up at the sound of Phoebe's voice. "Hey, sweetheart," he said, leaning forward over the bed. "How are you feeling?"

~~DarkQueenoftheUnderworld~~ Phoebe smiled, or tried to.

"I feel ill and weak. Where am I?"

"In the clinic," Cole answered. "I brought you here last night. The doctor insisted that you stay so I spent the night here with you."

Phoebe squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry, love."

"It's okay," Cole said, dropping his head on her pillow and kissing her cheek. "I don't mind so long as you get well. We'll have to see if the doctor will release you this morning, but you'll have to stay in bed for a few days."

Phoebe looked worried. "Cole, I can't miss classes. And there are so many things I need to do."

She sighed softly. "As long as they let me go back to our dorm, I'll be fine. We'll decide from there what I do."

"No," Cole said firmly. "If the doctor says you need to stay in bed, you stay in bed, even if I have to tie you there. I'll talk to your teachers. There's nothing that can't wait, right?"

~~Oooh! Bondage!~~

Phoebe heard that tone in his voice and knew that arguing with him will do her no good. When he's got his mind made up that he's taking care of her, nothing will dissuade him.

She sighed softly. "Alright. If he says stay in bed, I'll stay in bed. Just...give him a list of my teachers please so he can write notes for me?" She looked at him. "I can assume that I won't be pulling my Safe Walk shift on Sunday night?"

"We'll see how you feel on Sunday," Cole said. "Wait...safe walk? You signed up for that?"

Phoebe bit her lip. "Yeah, Marty needed volunteers and since it was Student Council set-up..." Her voice trailed off. "My shifts are Wednesday and Sunday nights."

He raised an eyebrow. "We'll talk about that later," he said, not comfortable with the idea of Phoebe walking through town in the middle of the night. "First we see if the doctor will let me take you home."

Cole looked around and tried to get Wilson's attention.

Would this be a good time for a certain white lab coated figure to walk distractedly along the hall to have his attention grabbed?

Bel saw a certain white lab coated figure walking distractedly along the hall and grabbed his attention.

Thus grabbed ~~but not in the fun way damnit~~ Wilson poked his head around the door and smiled.

"You two are awake. How are you feeling today Miss. Halliwell?"

"Like I've been run over with a truck, Dr. Wilson. What's wrong with me?"

Wilson walked on into the room and moved to the counter to pick up a thermometer.

"You have a very healthy case of the flu. Coupled with a fever that is causing you to feel like a truck hit you and I imagine some stress exhaustion on top of that. Let's see what a night with some IV fluids did for the fever shall we?"

He gave Cole/Bel a gentle smile and waved him to keep his seat, Wilson would just work around him.

[ooc: She still going to have the fever?]

"This is so not the best time for me to get sick. I don't know how to pencil it in between everything." Phoebe sighed and let him take her temperature. "My teachers are going to bounce me if I miss class..."

[[OOC: Fever has come down some, but it's still there.]]

Eyeing the readout when the little machine beeped, Wilson pulled the thermometer out of her mouth and went to dispose of the cover.

"Well, luckilly you will have a doctor's note to explain your abscense as there is absolutely no way you can continue to go to classes with that fever."

Then because he had a feeling there was an argument on the horizon, he followed-up with, "Because setting aside the fact that it would be a serious invitation towards pneumonia, while you have that fever, you're contagious and I don't think your classmates would thank you for sharing the flu with them."

"Listen to the doctor, Phoebe," Cole said, squeezing her hand. "He knows what's best for you."

He looked up at Wilson. "Can she rest in our room or does she have to stay here?"

"Who the hell ever rests in a hospital." Wilson said with an understanding grin.

Turning back to Phoebe he crossed his hands in front of his belt and did his best stern expression.

"You can go home, I'll release you. You need bed rest until you go 24 hours without the fever, without medicating for the fever. This means no taking Tylenol till the fever goes down and thinking your fine. 24 hours, no meds, no fever. In the meantime, lots of water, lots of juice, Tylenol for the fever and the aches and strict bed rest, keep visitors to a minimum both for your sake and theirs."

He grinned. "I see you back here for pneumonia...I stick you in a room with Dr. House and he will inflict the most God awful soap operas and games shows on you, understand?"

Phoebe hid a smile.

"Thank you. I promise I'll follow your orders and make sure notes get to the teachers...but I...being here scares me." She looked up at Cole. "And I'm sure he'll monitor my visitors and make sure I rest."

~~House watches Soap Operas...?~~

"I'll call Bristow to let him know you need to be out of classes at least for the rest of the week and will write up notes for you to send to your teachers."

Wilson affected a wounded look. "But...we're friendly here, really." He even managed a wounded sniff before the smile crept back through.

"I'll be at the front desk, writing notes. Get yourself pulled together and then Bel can help you home."

Turning he headed for the door.

[ooc: Scary as it sounds, that's canon. House is always watching soap operas, knock off of General Hospital.]

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Phoebe nodded, closing her eyes again. Sorrow was radiating from her. She had picked a hell of a time to get so sick when her ~~Futurehusbandkingrulerofallthatisdarkevilandfun~~ soulmate was needing all of his focus to be on clearing his best friend of a frame-up.

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