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Clinic Hours - Wednesday November 14th 2005

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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Christmas Blend... yummy!

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.

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.

[[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?]]

[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? :)]

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

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.

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?"

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

"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.

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

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.

"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."

*dies and is dead*

Wilson ignored the 'gee doc you're an idiot' tone and instead filtered through what was already on the chart and what the young man was telling him now.

"Well this doesn't appear to be a physical trauma induced amnesia which means it's emotional or...given Fandom, magical or some other sort of third party influence."

Crossing his arms over his abdomen he looked genuinely regretful as he eyed Jack.

"Let me pull blood to test for toxins but to be honest, Jack unless you want to go to MCV and undergo a battery of imaging tests looking for a tumor, which your symptomology doesn't support I'm not convinced I'm going to find anything medically wrong with you. I just...I want you to be prepared for that. Because that means...your memories will either return on their own as your psyche deals with whatever trauma has buried them...or there is a possibility they won't return at all."

Jack bit his lip. "A couple of people have said that they thought this was something that was... done to me. But I don't know from magical or anything." Jack looks pleadingly at him. "Does that help? Maybe if it was done on purpose, it could be undone on purpose, right?"

It was times like these when Wilson had to let go of all his 'formal' medical training in science and do what he liked to call 'Fandom doctoring'.

"In theory, Jack...yes. If it's a spell or a potion there is support to say that it could be undone but you're well beyond my area of expertise if that is the case. From what I do know about such situations, you'd need to find out who, what was involved, where you might find a counteracting....whatever and how to administer it. The keys there being the 'who' did this to you and 'how' did they do it."

*Meeps and performs CPR*

Angel came in. He looked distracted.

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.

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

"Need a hand?"

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?"

Jack looks hopeful, then his face falls. "And... I don't remember how this was done to me." He sighs. "Thanks anyway. I'm okay otherwise? I can go, right?"

Wilson nodded. "Yes, you can go...Jack, if it's important to you, maybe you ought to ask people...see if someone knows something that might help you figure out what happened?"

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