fandom_clinic | Clinic Hours - Thursday January 12, 2006

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Clinic Hours - Thursday January 12, 2006

Wilson whistled softly as he walked about getting the Clinic opened up for the day. He was anticipating a delivery of supplies and so was dressed a little more casually than usual in jeans, a t-shirt and a flannel shirt under his pristine lab coat.

He'd been in Fandom for going on four months and had finally settled into the routine of lugging his own supplies and other wise handling details of a medical facility that he'd had orderlies and nurses to cover over the past couple decades. It was rather nice to be back into the habit and to know he still remembered the 'basic's' so to speak.

There was coffee brewing in the waiting room, though Wilson himself was enjoying a cup of tea as he sat behind the front desk, reading an oncology journal and waiting for the back door to buzz.

Doctor is In, come have coffee, bleed, emo all of the above!

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There is coffee and big band swing music playing.

Since he didn't have any classes until later, Victor figured he'd stop by the Clinic to try and figure out what had happened at the bonfire.

"Um, hello?" he called over the music.

At the sound of a shy voice, Wilson looked up from his journal and...blinked.

Then he remembered Hank from a few months ago and with a slight shake of his head, he reached over to turn down the music and smile at the young...he was going to go with 'man' here.

"Good morning!" Wilson called out cheerfully. "How can I help you?"

"Um...yeah..I was wondering if i could talk with you about something? Y'know, doctor to patient?"

[ooc: sent ya an email]

"Sure!" Wilson said with a nod, marking his place in the journal and then standing to motion towards Exam Room one (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/59684.html?thread=2791460#t2791460).

"Right on through here, we can talk privately."

[ooc: Got the e-mail, will work it in! :D Thank you!!]

Pip drops by after stubbing out a cigarette.

"Hi, I hear you guys need to drain some of our blood? Also, I think I need to have occasional regular eye exams. You know, to make sure that I'm not having trouble with this thing," he says, tapping the left side of his head by his eye-patch.

Wilson looked up from a chart he was working on and smiled at Pip.

"Good morning. Yes, we are asking for routine blood samples for the new school year but I'm afraid that for eye exams what we can do is write you a permission note to leave the island for care on the mainland. Unfortunately neither Dr. House nor myself work with eyes."

Pip nods. "Okay, I understand. Might as well drain the blood from me, at least?"

"Might as well." Wilson agreed, grabbing a blank file and handing it out to Pip with a pen. "If you would follow me. I'll need you to fill out the pertinent information like name, age, species."

What was frightening was the fact that he wasn't kidding about that last one.

Following Dr. Wilson, Pip fills out the form.

Pip Bernadette
16
Human male

He scratches his eye-patch. He'd have to ask Dr. Wilson about that form, the empty socket had really been itching lately.

Waving Pip up onto an exam table, Wilson headed over to the counter where they had put together the kits for all the blood draws in advance. Sliding gloves onto his hands, he carried the kit back to the table, setting it safely to the side before reaching for the chart.

"Other than the blood draw and the eye, is everything else all right?"

Pip hopped up onto the exam table. "Yep. Eye's been gone for, ohhh, four, maybe five years now."

Nodding, Wilson reached for Pip's arm and began to lace him up for the draw. The oncologist was rather quick with a needle, in...out and done with very little fuss and hopefully even less discomfort.

"If you have previous medical records, we could put them on file here at the clinic." He suggested gently. They had so little background information on well... all of the kids. It made the job just that much more difficult.

"I think I've got some medical records back home I could send for," Pip responds. "My grandfather's... group had to keep an on-staff doctor. He's probably got everything."

Stark, having decided that classes would be fine again this semester, dropped by the clinic before the lunch hour. Just to see what was going on and if his occasional assistance could still be occasionally helpful.

"Good morning, Doctor."

"Stark!" Wilson cried out warmly. "How are you doing today?"

"Today, today I am doing well. I just talked to a spider. And you? How are you?"

Well now as conversational gambits went, that got a blink out of the oncologist mostly because, as this *was* Fandom after all...it was all together possible that Stark had been talking to a spider.

"I'm doing fairly well. What brings you down here today?"

"I haven't been here in a while, " Stark said. "Now that everyone is back and classes are starting, I thought I should see if I could still be of help here."

"Actually yes, even more so this semester if you have the time. I'm not going to be working here exclusively, as I was last term and I know House will be needing some extra help?"

Wilson leaned against the desk and smiled at Stark.

"I have time. Not on Mondays, but other days I have time. And it's better to be busy," Stark smiled back at Wilson. "You're working somewhere else?"

"I am. I've opened a clinic down in town for the town residents, since they aren't allowed up here on campus." Wilson was obviously pleased with this development, though he held both clinics high in his affections. "I'll still be pulling a good number of hours here but it will help House to have someone else who can help him move stuff around in and around, also he'll need the extra set of hands in general, I'm certain."

On her break between classes, Nadia swings by the clinic to get a wrap for her ankle and maybe some pain killers.

She's just glad she doesn't have to steal that stuff this time. And that the self-defense club didn't leave her with any visible bruises.

And, ooooo, coffee!

Indeed coffee and as he became aware that someone appeared to be eyeing it, Wilson looked up with a warm smile.

"Good morning. Can I help you?"

Nadia smiled back. "Hi. Um, I just need a wrap for my ankle. And maybe some ibuprofen."

Dark eyebrows arched up towards his hairline and the smile grew as he stood up.

"And what have you done to your ankle that needs a wrap?"

Nadia shrugged. "Self-defense club last night. Kinda twisted my ankle during the fight. It's not bad or anything, but it kinda hurts, so I figured I'd just wrap it up."

Giving a nod, Wilson began to move towards one of the exam rooms. "Come on back, I'll take a look and get it strapped up for you. Self-defense club?"

Nadia limped after Wilson. "Yeah. I figured it'd be a good group to join around here."

Leaning down to push a stool over towards the edge of the exam bed so she wouldn't need to strain her leg getting up on the bed, Wilson stepped back to give Nadia room.

"It...ah...well." Wilson stumbled a bit over his words, thinking that so many of the dangers around Fandom were so far beyond you basic physical combat skills it was frightening but he didn't want to scare Nadia so instead he smiled and nodded. "Well, it's at least a good way to meet your fellow students. Have you been to the clinic before?"

Nadia climbed up on the bed bed and held out her injured ankle. She noted Wilson's search for words, but figured he was just trying to promote anti-violence. "Nope. I'm usually pretty healthy."

Smiling with a nod Wilson curbed the urge to respond that Fandom would soon take care of that and he walked over to pull a blank chart from the desk.

"Okay, while I check out your ankle I need you to fill this out." It was your standard form...

Name
Age
Known allergies
Species.

Nadia took the card and glanced it over. She blinked at the last question. Of course, at this school? That was probably a fair question. She quickly filled it out.

Name: Nadia Santos
Age: 15
Known allergies:

Nadia thought about that one. How the heck was she supposed to explain the Rambaldi thing? After a moment she wrote:

Known allergies: Rambaldi elixer (I don't know what's in it. it's green)
Species: human

She set the card aside to watch as Wilson examined her ankle.

He did this with a gentle but clinical expertise, testing the flexibility and also the integrity of bone with a few key presses of his long fingers.

"I could x-ray it but I'm fairly confident that you've only wrenched it fairly impressively and soft tissue wounds are notoriously more vindictive then actual breaks. Have you been keeping it iced and elevated?"

Nadia blinked. "I didn't know I was supposed to. I just figured, you know, ankle hurts, you wrap it up, eventually it doesn't hurt any more."

He lead Victor back to the Exam room, closing the door behind them and waving the young man towards the exam bed.

"So, what's on your mind?"

[ooc: BREAKTHROUGH!!! Hahaha! Me:1, Internets:0]

"Well, a couple of nights ago I was at this party, and I guess I got drunk. The thing is, though, all I had was root beer. here, I brought you a can to show you." He opened up his backpack and pulled a can of Willy Wonka's Fizzing Root Beer.

Leaning against the counter, Wilson had happened to grab the file from Victor's visit with Dr. House and he read through it real quick, confirming that House had drawn blood for testing and he nodded to himself before smiling over at Victor.

"Well...lets start with some of the basics. Did you leave your drink alone at any point during the party or did someone bring you the root beers already opened? Or did you always get them yourself and open them yourself?"

"Pippi Longstoking bought them and brought them to the party, and I grabbed them and opened them myself."

Nodding Wilson made a note. He'd pretty much been expecting that answer but he wanted to make certain.

"All right. So no real chance that the rootbeer itself got tampered with at the party."

Pushing away from the counter he walked over to where Victor held out the rootbeer and took it from his hand, flipping it around so he could read the ingredient label.

"Do you know if you have an allergy to any of the following?" With that, he reeled off the list of ingredients found in the rootbeer...all the while making a mental note to NEVER eat or drink anything from Wonka's himself.

"I don't think so. I mean, I've had root beer all the time before, so i don't know what'd make Wonka's so special."

Wilson chuckled softly and looked at Victor with a gentle sort of ruefulness.

"You'll quickly learn that around here, everything is a little 'special'. We had an incident last term where a ham and cheese sandwich from the cafeteria caused students to sing ABBA any time they opened their mouth."

Victor laughed at that. "I'll have to be more careful around here, then," he replied. "So, you're saying that there might be something in the soda that gets me drunk?"

"Well, normally I'd say no. But given that your physiology is obviously altered from the normal baseline, I'd say that just about anything is possible. You say you gave a blood sample, yes?"

Wilson turned the rootbeer over and over in his hand, looking distinctly thoughtful about something.

"Yeah, I came in when they had that announcement and gave Doctor House one. Why, is anything wrong?"

"No." Wilson responded quickly and calmly with a smile. "But it is all together possible that something systemic in you is not responded favorably to whatever is in this rootbeer. I'll test it when we run your blood work this weekend."

Wilson paused, thought about that and inwardly cursed House as the man had left him with all the bloodwork to do.

"Anyway, I suggest that you stay away from this particular beverage and perhaps any other soda products on the island until we confirm or deny what's going on."

"No soda? All weekend?" he whined. "Man...well, I guess if I want to stay sober, it's juice for me. Thanks," he added sadly.

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