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Clinic Hours - Thursday January 19th

The fever had broken a little more than 24 hours ago so Wilson knew he was no longer contageous. Simply congested, tired and achey none of which were good reasons to keep away from the clinic another day.

So, despite the scolding he knew he would get from Aziraphale, Wilson trekked his way up to the school and set about opening up the clinic for the day.

Doctor is in. There is coffee and the makings for tea. The bump in the chair behind the desk working the crossword is your doctor.

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Coffee, tea...help with the crossword grab a lollypop.

He had no good reason for avoiding the clinic for a few hours, except that avoiding the clinic was one of the things he did best. And he figured it was about time for Wilson to re-emerge, and he didn't want to show up oo early and appear to be...hovering.

He finally wandered in a little past noon, with Cash in tow. He'd bee working with the puppy on basic commands, with emphasis on keeping hiim from goin after people's feet. The puppy was twice as big as he'd been when House adopted him, and had doubled his weight. House couldn't easily hold him under one arm anymore, without stressing his bad leg.

He glaced toward the desk, but went to the coffee pot without comment and poured himself a mug full. He leaned against the counter and shook his head at Cash, who promptly crawled up under the desk to his usual spot.

It had been blessedly quiet all morning and eventually the younger doctor's head had found it's way to his forearm, which was stretched out on the desk top.

He was snoring quite sweetly actually.

House stayed against the counter for a few minutes, trying to decide what to do. He could close the doors and flip the on call light on, but would likely make enough noise to wake Wilson.

If the younger doctor hadn't been recently sick, House would smack his cane on the desk and wake him up rather abruptly, but he thought that would be a little cruel given the circumstances.

So instead he went to Exam One and dragged the stool from there to the other side of the desk and sat down, carefully extracting thecrossword puzzle book out from under Wilson's arm.

Wilson made a soft sort of grumble but only cuddled closer to the desk, staying asleep.

Which was a clear indicator that he still wasn't up to snuff, since usually just House's thump/tap rythmn of walking would have woken him up.

Precisely why House didn't even consider leaving.

He worked the crossword for a few minutes, filling in a good bit of it, before he propped his head up on his arm on the desk, sinc ehe couldn't exatly lean back on the stool. Wilson's breathing was normal, his complexion looked good.

House seriously considered calling the book shop to see if Aziraphale was around to come and collect Wilson, but decided he'd wait Wilson out instead. He sighed and shifted his attention back tot he puzzle, only occassionally glacing at the younger doctor.

Wilson snoozed for another good hour before eventually the sensation that he was not alone sunk in to his fuzzy brain.

Grumping softly, he reached for his water bottle as he pushed his head up off the desk, looking over at House silently, then down at Cash where the puppy lay near his feet, then back to House.

Then....

He yawned.

Cash sighed and rolled over under the desk, his sleep disturbed by Wilson moving around above him. House had given up on the crosswords and had pushed the stool around the clinic lobby, looking at DEATH's condom display and Alanna's pencils in the ceiling and whatever else there was to look at. He rolled back tot he desk when Wilson stirred.

"Welcome to the land of the living."

"Knew I should have made that left turn at Albakur..yeah you know what I mean." Wilson grumped softly as he lay his head back down on the desk and peered at House.

"What brings you....here?"

House narrowed his eyes.

"Better question is what are you doing here? You should be at home. In bed. Or at least on the couch. Parked in front of the TV. Even the lounge at the shop. Resting."

"I just came in so that someone would be here in the morning...though it's been quiet so I guess everyone is feeling all right." Wilson pointed out and he exhaled softly.

"I'll go...in a few minutes... as soon as..." Just as he spoke, his pager went off.

Reaching down towards his hip, Wilson yanked it up and looked at the number and the message that flashed across it.

"Crap!" He cursed, sitting up quickly. "Emergency down in town."

Cash jumped up barking at the high pitched sound. When Wilson shut off the beeping, the puppy retreated under the desk again, his head down.

"I'd offer to go with, but I'd slow you down." SOmething he'd never said beofer. He'd gestured to the cane or the leg or the sky in the past. But he was truly at peace with himsel fand his limitations, for the first time in, oh, six years. "Call me, if you need me, yeah?"

Susan's working on papers again. Feel free to stop by and make an appointment.

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