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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"She brought me a stake," Logan grinned. He pulled it out from under the pillow and waved it at Rory.

"Ooh. Though I don't like that you bring that out in response to her asking that question," Rory said, peering at the stake and blushing very slightly. "It's pretty, though. You have good taste, Callisto."

Why is everyone responding like that? It's just a weapon. "I figured that if you could pass them off as something other than what they are, you'd get in less trouble if you get caught with them."

Logan coughed. "Yeah. That's an excellent suggestion."

Rory giggled. "Yeah. If you hadn't told me it's a stake, I wouldn't have known, and I would have wanted to have a serious discussion." Rory's color was beginning to come back full-force.

She coughed as well, and took a seat by Logan's bedside. "So. Anyway. Enough about the stake that looks like something dirty. What should we do to amuse ourselves? Because I'm bored."

Something dirty? Wha...oh. "I'd love to stick around Rory, but I promised Parker I'd be at Caritas tonight." Callisto grins "It was good to see you both. I'll catch you around."

"So," Logan said, patting the bed next to him. "Wanna watch some Galaxy Quest with me?"

"Mmkay," Rory said, gingerly curling up next to him on the bed. 'I'm glad she gave you a stake, by the way," she added too-casually.

"Did she give you one, too?" he asked, wrapping his good arm around her.

"I showed you, remember?" Rory said, leaning her head on his shoulder. "It looks like yours, except...less dirty. Same kind of wood, though. And D'anna brought by hair sticks that she said could be used as stakes, too." She smiled. "We have people looking out for us. It's nice."

"Oh, right," Logan said, rubbing his eyes. "It's been a long, uh - does it count as the weekend still, if I don't go to class?" He rested his chin on the top of Rory's head.

"Why not?" she said amicably. "I haven't done any homework. Which feels very odd to me. And I wouldn't expect you to remember. You're on Vicodin and stuff."

"Mm-hmm. Remind me to introduce you to my friend Jameson tomorrow," he said sleepily.

Clinic Hours - Tuesday November 22nd 2005

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