fandom_clinic | Clinic Hours - Thursday December 8th 2005

Mmmm, Jamacian Blue Mountain.

Jonathan enters early Thursday morning in order to make up for the hours he missed on Wednesday. Spotting the delcious caffinated goodnees he makes his way right over and pours himself a cup.

"Morning Dr. Wilson," he says hopping up onto the front desk.

Purposefully showing no outward reaction beyond shifting his feet on the desk, Wilson finished filling in 22 down and looked up.

"Good morning, Jonathan. You look, chipper?"

With a big smile Jonathan takes another sip of coffee, "I had a great day yesterday," he says, "What about you? Anything interesting happen?"

Wilson chuckled softly and firmly pushed all thoughts of his conversation with Phale out of his mind, least they show on his face.

"Nope. But that reminds me, I have something for you." Leaning to a shelf under the desk, Wilson picked up the package (http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/danaedark/fruitlol.jpg) that Aziraphale had dropped off the other day.

"Mr. Aziraphale stopped by and he asked me to make sure you received this with his warm compliments."

Jonathan opens the package and chuckles quietly. He pulls one out and unwraps it, sticking it in his mouth and sucking.

"Mr. Phale was here?" he asks after taking the sucker out of his mouth, "You two are pretty good friends right? I mean, he said the ornament thing was your idea. He's really nice isn't he? And such a good listener, plus his cookies are great ~~even if his tea sucks~~.

Leaning back in the chair, Wilson sprawled his long legs gracefully out under the desk and smiled neutrally.

"He stopped by specifically to drop off that gift for you. And you're right, he's a very nice man and it was kind of him to let us use the shop for the ornaments. Did you have a good time then? I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to stop by and talk but, things were rather chaotic."

"Well, it as very nice of him," Jonathan replies, "And I think everyone had fun Dr. Wilson, it was a great idea. Though it was a bit of a surprise to find out you were the mastermind behind it all."

Such a tricky bit of phrasing that because Wilson knew that however he answered would be an answering in and of itself to the young shrink.

"Well, I suppose I should just be pleased that I can still be considered surprising once in a while. So, was there something particularly special about yesterday?"

It's a clumsy attempt to hide... something and Jonathan doesn't actually know why. Not that he's going to ask, because something has Dr. Wilson a bit jumpy.

"Oh," he says, "I got to take a trip to the mainland yesterday. On a motorcycle, my first time."

He's smiling at Dr. Wilson clearly not at all put off by his really weird answer.

As long as the conversation was off him, Wilson was happy.

"Well, motorcycles scare me so I'll simply have to take your word that it was a good time. Still, I imagine the break from school with finals rolling up was a good thing yes?"

"Mototrcycles? I can't imagine why, I mean, as long as you drive carefully or ride with an experienced driver they're perfectly safe. No different from riding in a car really," he says, "You know, Dr. House was having a relly good time making ornaments, I'm glad you," and here he makes finger quotes, " 'forced' him to come."

Wilson chuckled and shook his head.

"Despite what he might have told you, Jonathan, I don't 'force' House to do anything he doesn't want to do."

He smiled. "So do you plan to be holding hours over the holiday break or are you headed somewhere?"

Jonathan returns his smile, "Yeah, that's what I figured, besides, he wasn't shackled to the table or anything," he says, "and I don't know about Holiday hours, I might have to go home over the holidays," he shrugs, "no clue where I'll be."

It's been seven days, not six, but since the clinic was closed yesterday, Shep figures it's not his fault. He just hopes it doesn't mess anything up.

"Hey Doc?"

Wilson looked up from the fresh mug of coffee he was about to sip and smiled warmly to Shep.

"Good afternoon, Shep. How are you feeling?"

Hand's still here. You wanted me to check back after a week? Tell me I can tell Lana she doesn't have a license to torture me any more.

Waving the young man over towards the desk, Wilson reached for the bad hand.

"By that statement I'm guessing she's being a good friend and making certain you do your PT regularly?"

You make it sound so innocuous. Yeah, she's been after me like clockwork. And... *he rolls his head back and forth, clearly not thrilled about the admission he's about to make* ... the range of motion is increasing and it doesn't hurt quite so much when I move my fingers.

Dark eyes flicked up towards the young man as Wilson carefully tested out the hand himself.

"It's funny, we never want to perform the PT because...it hurts and it sucks on so many levels but sometimes the very act of working the damaged soft tissue is a medical miracle in and of itself."

Gently turning the hand over, he reviewed the stitch work, then gave Shep back his appendage.

"It looks good Shep."

Shep shrugs. "It's getting better. It's still a pain if I get it under me when I'm sleeping or something, but I've hit that place where it doesn't always hurt, so sometimes I forget not to use it and grab a door that's shutting or something and *then* remember why I shouldn't do that with that hand. You know?

"So... what comes next?"

Wilson stood up and disappeared into the office. There was the sound of a filing cabinet opening and shutting and he came back with Shep's file.

"You graduate to the next level of PT."

Flipping through the chart, Wilson found the sheet he was looking for and pulled it out, handing it over towards Shep.

Yay me. All the way to the head of the class, huh?

... so what exactly is 'the next level'?

Turning the paper around to read it, Wilson leaned an elbow against the arm of his chair and reeled off the instructions.

"Maintain the same number of therapy sessions per day but increase reps to by half. So if you were doing 10 you'll do 15. Add into exercise regime work with a handball. One of those pink rubber balls or a racquet ball works, you'll just be holding it in your hand and squeezing it, no less than three times a day but patient can work this exercise at any time for any duration."

Wilson scaned on through the list and he grinned towards the bottom.

"You are also cleared to receive therapudic massage work on the wrist and hand. If you know anyone who would be willing to do such for you."

Flipping the paper around, he held it out towards Shep for the young man's review.

Shep makes faces at the increased PT, but the last bit did give him a perfect opening for the other thing he'd needed to stop by the clinic for.

"Yeah, speaking of that..." He wasn't normally shy about such things, but this was tantamount to announcing his plans for the evening. He casts a wary glance around the waiting room to be sure no one was around to overhear. "Didn't there used to be a bowl or a buletin board or something with condoms in it around here somewhere?"

It was on the tip of Wilson's tongue to give Shep a hard time, it really was but he reined himself in because at the end of the day, Shep was a student and Wilson knew he had to behave himself.

Standing up, he walked back into the office, returning with a handful of about six condoms, which he held out towards the young man.

"I'm assuming you don't need the instruction manual?"

Hey, after Ander's visit that time, Wilson had totally learned to ask.

"Thanks." Shep thinks for a minute... "The what? Do they really make those? Seriously... did someone ask you for one, because, you know... if they need one, then maybe they aren't ready for these." He holds up the condoms before shoving them in inside jacket pocket and zipping the pocket closed.

Wilson set his hands on his hips and chuckled softly.

"I've needed to give the odd demonstration and strangely enough Shep I asked the exact same question about their comfort with thinking about sex but...well...better they at least know the mechanics."

You know there's only two people around here who can possibly be both that naieve and doing it at the same time. If it's them... well, it doesn't surprise me.

Although with all the cyborgs around here, is it possible that the 'mechanics' line wasn't a joke? Or if it was, it was a bad one...

Wilson blinked and then gave his eyes a slight roll.

"Just when I think I'm getting used to this place..."

"I've learned that around here "standard operating procedure" really means, "Don't ever get comfortable. Something *will* rear up and bite you in the ass. Frequently, literally"

Pauses.

"Yeah, maybe that wasn't the best euphemism to use right on the heels of our last conversation."

The oncologist was chuckling and he had to nod in agreement.

"Perhaps not, Shep. Anyway, did you need anything else?"

He's looking a little perplexed now. "No, I think on that note I should probably get the hell out of here." He waves the PT instructions at the doc. "Thanks. For... you know... all of it."

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