Clinic Hours - Wednesday November 14th 2005

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Wilson was humming.

He was in a fairly rock solid mood and so he was humming as he moved around the clinic, weaving in and out of decorations and considering giving Death a hard time about the fact that Wilson was Jewish. But really, he didn't have it in him and it was the spirit of the holidays that was important.

The Christmas Blend coffee was brewing and classical music warmed the atmosphere in the waiting room.

Doctor is in. Come, bleed...or drink coffee...or both if you like to multitask!

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The Waiting Room

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Christmas Blend... yummy!

Re: The Waiting Room

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Coming out of exam room 1, Lee nods at Dr. Wilson, bleary eyed and looking pale. "Dr. House will probably have notified you that Kara Thrace's in there with a sports injury," he says dully. "I'll be back later to see her, I think," he says before moving out the door.

Re: The Waiting Room

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House had notified him before the older doctor had settled in to spend a long night worriedly trying the phone and fretting, so Wilson wasn't surprised when Lee appeared.

He'd been about to inquire after the young man's health, as Lee looked whipped himself but the man was gone before he could get the words out.

Wilson frowned, worriedly and after a moment's thought, made a mental note to move the more comfortable office chair into Exam 1. He knew what hell it was to sit by the bedside of someone you cared about and not be able to take away their pain.

Re: The Waiting Room

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Angel came in. He looked distracted.

Re: The Waiting Room

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Wilson was on his hands and knees under the front desk. He was trying to chase down one of the few pens that had escaped House's mad purge the other day.

Grumbling softly he hunkered down on his chest and tried to wriggle a little deeper under the desk.

Re: The Waiting Room

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Angel heard a noise. He followed it to find Dr. Wilson on his hands and knees. His eyebrows raised.

"Need a hand?"

Re: The Waiting Room

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It was so classic it was cliche but...>WHAM< the back of Wilson's head hit the top of the desk.

"Owfuck!" He muttered as he rocked back on his heels and turned to look up at Angel with a blink.

"Huh? Oh... hey there Angel. Ah...did we have a follow up for your hand today?"

Re: The Waiting Room

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"You hurt yourself." Angel squatted down to get closer to Wilson. He reached out to touch Wilson's head. "Let me see. I'm good with injuries."

Re: The Waiting Room

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"Given the number you've collected..." Wilson said with a rueful chuckle blinking a moment later when Angel's hand touched his head, knowing that warm, silky hair was probably in business for itself attaching to the vampire's fingers.

He really did have the most unruly head of hair.

But a half second after the shock of Angel...touching him wore off Wilson remembered that the vampire practically crawled up the wall to keep from touching people, especially after the souling and he chuckled.

"I'm hard headed take that anyway you'd like and I'm sure you're not here to tend my self inflicted concussion. What can I do for you?"

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[[Thread from last night (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/55305.html?thread=2637833#t2637833) Jack's spent overnight in the clinic and still is missing his memory... want to stick needles in him?]]

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[ooc: Don't know about needles but can make sure he's physically okay before releasing with the typical 'It might come back on it's own' speech? :)]

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[ooc: Since Kara is in Exam 1 I would say... Exam 2? :D]

Exam 2

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Jack wakes up and stares at the ceiling.

He remembers coming in last night. He remembers talking to the thin air that was apparently the clinic staff.

He remembers showing up for school. But as far as he can tell, he still can't remember anything from September 8 to December 11.

Re: Exam 2

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Wilson had peeked in on Jack back in the morning but as the young man appeared to be resting comfortably, he hadn't disturbed him. He'd read over DEATH's notes with a bit of a frown, but had made a note to check and see how Jack was today and go from there.

So as the morning wound itself into afternoon, Wilson once again knocked lightly on the door and poked his head into the room.

"Ah, you're awake. How are you feeling, Jack?"

Re: Exam 2

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Jack sits up. "Fine." He shrugs. "Perfectly fine."

Re: Exam 2

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"No dizziness, headache, nausea of any sort?" Wilson asked as he walked on into the room and over towards the young man.

Reaching into the pocket of his labcoat he pulled out his stethescope and tucked the buds into his ears to warming it on his hand before he moved to take Jack's vitals.

Re: Exam 2

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"Nope. Except for the small matter of my memory, I'm perfect." His voice is very, very grumpy.

Re: Exam 2

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Everything checked out normal and Wilson frowned thoughtfully, looking back at the chart.

"You didn't happen to sit down next to any strange trees and wish the past two months never happened did you?"

What was scary is this was a legitimate question.

Re: Exam 2

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"I don't know. I don't remember," Jack said, in a tone that said, 'duh'. "But apparently I got adopted in the last few weeks, so I really doubt that I would wish that away." His voice dropped and Jack starting picking at the edge of his blanket. "I dreamed about that as a kid. I can't imagine wanting to forget it."

Office

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Lisa comes blazing through the door to the Clinic from House's apartment (http://www.livejournal.com/users/gotcanewillpoke/7493.html), almost running toward the office.

"Wilson? Wilson?" she called, trying not to sound too strained and alarm him more than he needed to be.

Re: Office

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He was in the office working on supply recs when he heard Lisa's calling.

Standing, frowning he stuck his head out the door. "Lisa? What's up?"

Re: Office

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"Hey," she said softly. "Listen, I don't know how to..."

"I need you to come back to your apartment. House is okay," she said quickly to reassure him. "I think it's his mom. He said he's flying out in the morning, and he's been crying."

At his anxious look, she said quietly, "He needs you."

Re: Office

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At the words 'his mom' Wilson's doctor instincts took over, rolling back to the conversation a couple of days ago.

Nodding, he flipped off the light without a backwards glance and began to move down the hall. As he passed her, he gave Lisa's shoulder a grateful squeeze.

"Thank you, Lisa."

Re: Office

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Before he could quite get out the door, she called his name.

"Wilson? If you need anything..."

She knew he'd take her offer seriously, and gave him a weak smile as he walked out. Lisa sighed and sat down, letting her eyes finally give into a few errant tears, but in a strange way she felt better, knowing that House would be in good hands, the best hands possible. To occupy her mind, she looked over the papers on his desk, and started straightening them up and clearing out forms - lightening the load for both of them for a few days was the least she could do.