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FTEC - Saturday Evening 10/21

Taking only an hour break between classroom meet and greets and getting down to the Clinic, Wilson refreshed himself with a quick shower and a small snack, planning to share dinner with Aziraphale later in the evening. He also changed out of his suit and tie in to jeans for the night, figuring comfortable took precedence.

Whistling softly as he carried his softsided briefcase into the clinic, Wilson set himself up behind the counter. He was a little surprised to find some flowers already sitting there and checked the card.

"Marie?"

Looking in the back, he didn't see anyone in the exam rooms so shrugged and figured that maybe someone had left them behind and would be back for them later. Taking himself back up to the front desk, Wilson settled in, tonight he didn't even pretend to work on his paper, he was playing with crossword puzzles.

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Bel shook his head. "No. The direct hits were for me and Zuko."

Nodding, Wilson finished taking Marie's vitals for himself and then, pleased with the nurse's work, he pulled over the CT scan and performed the same test on Marie that he had on Zuko, not wanting to simply assume that there wasn't any damage internally.

Once he'd assured himself that everything was kosher, he went to the drug locker and pulled down a medication he was going to use to try to stabalize Marie's heart. Knowing what little he did of her powers, he was working on the assumption that she'd absorbed the damage given to Zuko, vs taking direct damage herself.

If the medication didn't work before his shift was over, then he'd place her on an external pacemaker as well.

Drugs pulled and the heart medication administered, he palmed the pain meds and after a moment's thought, waved Bel over.

"I need to wake her, just a little, to make sure there's not brain damage. I know you're her friend, it might help her to have you here, if you don't mind?"

Bel moved over to Marie's beside. "Sure, I don't mind," he said. "She's gonna be okay, right?"

"Of course." Wilson said. "Have I ever failed to drag you lot through demon attacks, snake attacks, gremlin bites and family visits?" Perhaps the words sounded a touch arrogant but they were meant to reassure Bel, who looked like he was having quite the crappy weekend indeed.

Turning his attention back to Marie, Wilson reached to touch her head and frowned a little as he caught sight of the white shock of hair, now streaking down amongst her otherwise dark hair.

"Bel, did Marie get her hair done for the weekend?"

Bel peered down at Marie. "Wow, no," he said. "That's new. She used to have red streaks in her hair."

Frowning, he gently probed the area of scalp just below the roots of white and gave his head a shake.

"I'm going to try to bring her a little further up than I did Zuko, just to make sure there's no cerebral trauma."

With that, he began to very lightly pat Marie's face, while also giving her hand a squeeze.

"Marie? Marie, it's Dr. Wilson, can you hear me? Can you open your eyes for Belthazor and I?"

Marie groaned and stirred slightly, but didn't open her eyes.

"Marie!" Wilson didn't necessarily raise his voice but he snapped it off with a bit more of a command tone, again lightly tapping her cheeks.

Marie's eyes flew open suddenly, her hands coming up to cover her face. "Fire, no!" she exclaimed.

Sharing a quick glance with Bel, Wilson reached for Marie's wrists.

"No, Marie. No fire. It's all right, you're in the clinic, you're safe." He said in a calm voice, pitched to hopefully break through to her.

Still confused, Marie tried to pull her hands away. "You can't touch me," she said.

Remembering their last meeting and not wanting to further distress her, Wilson let her hands go and held his up, showing her the thick gloving on his fingers.

"Gloves, double pair. It's all right, I promise. I'm being very careful and Bel's right here also." He said with a reassuring smile.

Marie finally managed to focus and she turned her head, seeking Bel. "Zuko," she said, remembering. "Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he's gonna be okay," Bel assured her. "He's in the next room. His sister split when she realized she couldn't take me out."

Okay, not entirely the truth, but close.

Marie reached up to rub her eyes and realized her hand was bare. "My gloves. Where are they?"

"Uh, I think they got left behind," Bel said. "I can go get them if you want."

"I need gloves so I don't hurt anyone," Marie said. "Zuko... Oh, God," she closed her eyes to fight off the onslaught of memories.

"You're not gonna hurt anybody here," Bel said. "Just relax and get some rest. You'll be okay."

Wilson stayed quiet and let Bel talk to and reassure Marie further but as she started to get upset again, he stepped back into the conversation.

"Marie, listen to me. I'm going to give you something to help you sleep. Bel will go get your gloves and they'll be here when you wake up. I promise you, no one will touch you, bare skin to bare skin while you rest, all right?"

Marie nodded. She was sore, confused and rest sounded really good. "Please call Jamie and Willow," she requested.

"Jamie and Willow." Wilson repeated to names to assure Marie that he'd heard them. "We'll call them immediately."

He gave her another warm smile, then injected the happy drug ~~not drunk~~ into the IV line.

"Thank you," Marie mumbled, her eyes already growing heavy.

As he turned to put the needle into the sharps bucket, for some reason, Wilson's mind danced back to the flowers.

"Marie." He said softly.

Snapping his fingers, he made a motion at Bel to stay there for a moment, then ducked out and up to the counter where the flowers were sitting. Picking up the card, he reread the name...yep, Marie.

Picking up the flowers, Wilson carried it back into the room.

"Marie? Don't ask me how but I think these are for you." He said softly, setting them where she could see them and then carefully placing the card in her hand.

Marie managed to open her eyes and blink at the flowers. She glanced at the card in her hand, but the letters were dancing and she couldn't make her eyes focus.

"Read it, please?" she requested, holding the card out.