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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"I'm allowed to have it!" Rory says gleefully, picking up the coffee cup. "Wilson said I can. And I'm not on the IV anymore, so I don't even have to worry about it. And...you really like annoying food-serving type people, don't you?"

"Me? No. Just French people in general. Well.... that and the look on your Dad's face when I order an Omelette."

Rory beams. "You called him my dad. That's...most people don't."

"I always assumed he was. Until that whole thing with your real Dad happened. Luke seems pretty cool in a grouchy kind of way."

"He is," Rory nods. "I've known him...pretty much my whole life, and he's really a great guy. And he's not half as grouchy as he wants everyone to think."

Marty gives Rory a wistful smile. "Yeah... well he seems to think the world of you. He certainly put up with the whole glitter fiasco on your birthday. If that doesn't say parenthood, I don't know what does."

Marty slowly pushes himself out of his chair. "I better get back to the dorm and pack for our trip tomorrow, but if you need anything let me know. I'll have Camilla come over and bring you whatever you need."

"Oh, has Camilla met Vladdie yet?" Rory asks. "He's around here somewhere. Possibly with Logan."

"I don't think they have. Camilla will be here over the break, so they might have a chance to meet."

"Fun stuff," Rory smirks. "Anyway, have fun with the packing, and good luck with Ange's dad if I don't see you before then."

Clinic Hours - Tuesday November 22nd 2005

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