fandom_clinic | Clinic Hours - Tuesday November 22nd 2005

The passage of air was LOUD today and Wilson moved very, very carefully in an attempt to keep the air as still as possible. He was late opening the Clinic not because he was late getting *to* the Clinic but because he was moving very slowly…in the hope of keeping the air really quiet.

Getting the doors open, he started a pot of coffee and sucked back the third 20oz bottle of water he’d been drinking since about oh…not too many hours ago. Putting a happy face on, he managed to do rounds without passing out, which was a blessing, checking in on Rory, Logan and Jack before crawling back up to the front desk.

Sitting down, very carefully –DAMN AIR WILL YOU SHUT UP!- Wilson leaned forward till he could cradle his head on his forearms. Seven…liquors….what the hell had he been thinking last night?

That it felt good to laugh a little and not hurt…andohGodI’mnottwentyanymore

Dragging his water bottle down into his lap to snuggle it close, Wilson reached for the half a piece of bagel he’d been trying to choke down for over an hour now. He was about half-way through it. By noon he might be finished with it.

If I live that long…Crowley is going to kill me.

Taking a slow breath, Wilson sat up and reached for a chart. He was being in his charting and really needed to catch up, if the little black squiggly lines would just stay still long enough for him to read them.

Doctor on Duty.

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"Cool!" Rory happily takes the book and CD, and begins flipping through the book. "Y'know, I heard really good things about this when it first came out. ~~If they ever make a movie of it, I should so be in it.~~ I think Lane read it and told me to. Thanks! And thanks for the CD, too. I loooove Blondie."

She looks out toward the waiting room. "Am I allowed to have coffee? They took me off the IV yesterday, so I'm assuming it's okay..."

"No problem," Angela says, happy that Rory seems to like the gifts. "I seriously would not be able to stand being stuck in bed this long without people bringing me music and stuff to read."

"I'll go ask Wilson about the coffee," she says, heading to do that. "You want it black, right?"

"If I'm allowed," Rory nods. "If I'm not, see if I can have it as long as it's diluted or whatever, please."

A moment later, Angela returns, bearing the largest mug she could find filled exactly halfway with Jamaican Blue Mountain. "Wilson said half a cup," she explains apologetically. "I obey the letter of the law, right?"

She sits in the chair at Rory's bedside. "SO are you going to be stuck here all week, or what?"

Rory gratefully takes the coffee. "Um, I think I get to leave tomorrow night. Not sure. I want to leave now, but I'd just end up in my own bed instead of this one."

"Yeah ... you definitely don't want to push it," Angela says. "At least you're out for Thanksgiving. Are you guys doing it at Luke's?"

"Probably?" Rory guesses. "I haven't talked to Mom or Luke about it. Are you going to go home?"

"Yeah," Angela says. "I thought I mentioned it, but I understand why you'd forget with -- everything," she gestures vaguely. "Marty gets to meet my dad, and I get to try and keep everyone from embarassing me too thoroughly. It should be thrilling."

She looks pretty happy, though. "We're taking a train out tomorrow morning."

Rory grins. "Is your sister going to be there? Because I don't think the whole 'not embarrassing you' thing is going to happen, then."

"I live in hope," Angela says, rolling her eyes. In a happy way.

She stretches her arms over her head. "Normal is going to seem so weird after this place, y'know? But good weird."

"I know what you mean," Rory says before taking a sip of her coffee. "When I was visiting my grandma, I went down to the basement and half expected to find a squid."

"You sure there wasn't one there?" Angela laughs. "I'll be happy with no gremlins myself."

She shrugs. "I should get to journalism. See you later, okay? And let me know if you like the mix. Or don't like it. Whatever."

When Angela stepped out, Logan gave Rory a kiss. "I'm gonna go to my room and sleep some more," he smiled.

"Okay. Thanks for staying with me," Rory said quietly with a smile and a slight inclination of her head. "Sleep well, okay?"

Clinic Hours - Tuesday November 22nd 2005

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