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FTEC - Monday Evening [10/23]

Wilson had tacked a note to his office door saying that he'd have office hours on Tuesday, then spent another quiet day resting and getting the apartment in order while Phale was up at the school holding class. Sharing a small snack with his lover, the young doctor kissed the angel goodbye on the promise of dinner, dinner later and had packed up and headed down to the clinic.

With a brief stop at The Perk for a Maple Latte. Yum!

Whistling softly he came into the clinic and set down his stuff, checking in briefly on Marie and Zuko, careful not to disturb them, Wilson read through their charts, checking on the notes made by the other doctors, then he headed back up to the front desk.

Coffee was started and soon the little radio was playing some classic Glenn Miller. Wilson had his laptop open and was working on lessons for the rest of the week as well as starting to pull together an idea for a class offering in the Spring. Parents Weekend had totally given him this idea.

[ooc: Here for the evening, please come see your favorite sick people, snitch coffee or otherwise bleed if need be! OCDs ~~on the way~~ Are up!]</small

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For checking in with the doctor or the bringing of dinner!

Of course there would be dinner! Aziraphale had ~~handwavily~~ picked up Italian tonight -- portabello and cheese tortellini, a green salad, and fresh Italian bread with garlic and herbs. The scent wafted across the room as Aziraphale walked in the door.

"Good evening, love! I hope your patients are doing well."

Wilson definitely perked right up at the scent of Italian and he was smiling warmly as he stood up to help Phale carry the bags over to the desk.

"Evening, Raphale." He said softly, kissing the angel's cheek before burrowing into the bags eagerly. "This all smells wonderful, extra cheese just like I like."

Pulling out the salad, he set it on the counter for Phale to break into before turning his head and peeking down the hall.

"Quiet, for the most part. Resting, which is the best thing for them really."

"Perhaps I'll step in before I leave and say hello, take them some tea," he offered, thinking it might take a bit of the load off Wilson if he took over one of the frequent bed checks he figured the young doctor must be making.

Returning the cheek kiss, Aziraphale set about helping unpack their dinner, and then produced a bottle of sparkling cider.

"I'd have brought wine, but I thought you'd probably not be willing to drink it on duty, so we have cider instead."

"Good call." Wilson said, though he did sound a bit wistful. "No drinking while on duty."

He sat down and started in on the salad.

"They might enjoy a visit, if the rooms don't end up overrun by other students." Wilson said with a knowing grin, crunching into a tomato.

After he'd chewed and swallowed, it was his turn to ask. "How was class today, love? I'm sorry we didn't have time to talk earlier when you got home."

"Class was just fine, although it would appear that I have a few students whose weekend wasn't as enjoyable as one would hope. Certainly not, however, on the scale of the weekend your patients experienced," he added, with a wry smile.

Cocking his head at the papers on the desk, Aziraphale asked, "What are working on?"

"Oh... a bit of this and that." Wilson said with a grin. "Actually, I'm working on my classwork for the rest of this week and also playing around with the idea for a class in the spring."

After eyeing the food containers, Wilson simply scooted closer to the angel so that they could share the tin with the torts in it.

"Seems Parents Weekend left a string of casualties behind." He said a little ruefully.

"Yes, it does seem that way. Some psychological ones as well as physical ones, I think."

Aziraphale raised an eyebrow at the stack of papers, and pondered them quietly for a few moments while they ate. Finally, he looked over at Wilson and said, "Are you certain you aren't taking too much on, love? With the clinic and teaching classes?"

So, Wilson had managed to dodge the question about taking on too much work with the need to make rounds and Phale being a dear and going out for coffee but he knew it wouldn't last long.

Angel's were notoriously difficult to get off track, at least for long.

Flopping down into the desk chair, he tapped lightly at his laptop, staring at the screen thoughtfully and waited for Phale to return.

Not that it wasn't a clever ruse, the sudden need to check on his patients and a desire for a cup of coffee that had to be just exactly the way the Perk made it, but Aziraphale knew how the young doctor's mind worked. And any time Wilson went to those lengths to dodge a question, it meant he knew the question was coming, and didn't want to deal with it.

Which meant, of course, that the angel did.

Coming back in the door, Aziraphale smiled warmly, setting down the requested maple latte and then taking a seat, his own cup of spiced tea in his hand.

"So then, love...clinic work twice a week plus extra shifts, two classes a week, and office hours twice a week. As well as research papers, and don't think I haven't seen the letters coming in with requests for speaking engagements. Are you certain you're not taking on too much?"

Reaching for his latte, Wilson gave Phale a grumpy look that still managed to be affectionate, then sat back with a sigh.

"I...honestly I don't know, Aziraphale." He said softly, lightly spinning the laptop. "But...well, I don't want to let off on the clinic but I might back down to one course for the spring."

Wilson tried not to be stupid and Saturday had wiped him out. That wasn't fair to the angel and Wilson was tired of ruining his personal relationships through the dedication to his work.

"So, trying to put together a really good one."

"One class would be...a bit less work. It would give you more time for your research as well."

Aziraphale wasn't about to suggest he cut back on the clinic. Medicine was Wilson's calling, and he needed to practice it, not just write about it. Despite how tired he'd come home on Saturday, and the way the angel could see that old urge to shoulder all the world's pain creeping back in, Wilson was plainly happier now that he was back in the clinic. And Aziraphale was not about to try and take away anything that made his lover happy.

"Just...so long as you aren't working yourself into illness," he said softly, with a warm smile that said he wasn't about to nag on the topic. "I'd like to help with some of the cooking for Sunday, love, if you'll let me."

Wilson grinned.

"If you think, with my not getting out of here till 2am on Saturday that you're not helping with the prep work, you're nuts my dear."

Lana came in quietly. "Hi, Dr. Wilson. I was wondering if I could check on Marie."

Coming back up from Marie's room (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/221552.html?thread=6240624#t6240624) Wilson smiled at Lana, noticing that Phale was still out being an absolute dear and picking up a Maple Latte refill for the young doctor.

"Good evening, Lana. Of course you can go see her, she's awake and would probably love the company."

Walking over to the counter, where the left over Italian was neatly stowed in containers, with the bread wrapped up on top, Wilson dug out a couple packets of utensils and napkins.

"Do me a favor? I promised her food. Food and a friend is just what the doctor ordered, you mind taking this back to her?"

"Sure, I'd be glad to," Lana said with a smile, taking the food. "Thank you."

"Thank you, Lana. Oh! If she needs to see me just give me a shout."

"I will." Lana smiled at him as she started towards Marie's room.

...

Marie was awake for a change. And starting to feel restless.

Wilson tried to keep his check in's down to every hour so as to disturb the residents of the rooms as little as possible. On one of his check in's thought, it seemed as if he might find Marie awake?

Light knock on the door.

"I'm awake," Marie responded, wondering who was knocking.

At the sound of her voice, Wilson pushed open the door and peeked around it.

"Hello there, Marie. How are you feeling?"

Marie paused before answering the question. "I think I feel okay," she said. "I'm not as sore or confused as I was yesterday. I'm still pretty tired though."

Coming the rest of the way into the room, he flipped through the chart, giving a slight nod.

"That's probably going to be the case for awhile. Try not to push yourself or stress yourself. Your body had a pretty serious shock to the system."

Putting on a double pair of surgical gloves, he turned to the bed with stethescope in hand.

"I need to run your vitals, see how they've improved since this morning, okay Marie?"

"Sure, that's fine," Marie said, happy to see him taking precautions. "You were the one that took care of me Saturday, weren't you?" she asked.

Setting about the clinical duties with calm precision, Wilson smiled at Marie and nodded.

"Yes, I was on duty, Saturday night. I'm a little surprised you remember...but that's a good sign." He said softly before pausing to listen to her heart rate.

Reaching for the blood pressure cuff, he fitted it carefully on her arm and performed that little task as well before speaking again.

"Everything looks good, you hungry?"

[ooc: Did you want to spring Marie tonight or later? :D]

"Yeah, actually," Marie realized. "I think I am."

[ooc: hmmm, I'll let her stay one more night and get released during Christian's shift tomorrow.]

"How about some Italian? I don't have any salad left but there is some portabello and cheese tortellini and garlic bread." He held up his hands and grinned. "And I promise, there isn't an adult cootie in sight. What do you say?"

"I say that sounds heavenly," Marie said, her stomach rumbling in agreement.

Giving her a grin, he winked and headed back out the door to go get the still warm food.

Marie waited anxiously for his return.

Lana knocked on the edge of the door, carrying Wilson and Phale's leftover Italian food. "Marie?"

"Lana!" Marie smiled. "And you brought food. You might be my new best friend. Just don't tell Willow I said that."

"Don't worry," Lana said with a smile. "I know it's the hunger speaking."

She started to set the food out on the tray table where Marie could reach it. "How are you feeling?" she asked. "I'm sorry I didn't stop by sooner, just... Parents Weekend, you know."

"I'm feeling a lot better than I was two days ago," Marie said. "And don't worry about it. I take it you had a visitor?"

"Unfortunately, yes," Lana said. "But I'm more concerned about you. You're feeling better, but is there anything you need? I'm free all morning tomorrow, I could pick you up things if you wanted."

"Willow brought me a care package yesterday," Marie said. "So I think I have everything I need. I'm hoping they'll let me go home tomorrow. Tell me about your weekend?"

Lana sighed. "My supposedly former guardian showed up, insulted Jim, made some veiled threats, and tried to almost coerce me into dumping Jim and moving back home. Not the best of weekends."

Marie frowned. "Well, I'm glad it didn't work."

Lana rubbed a hand over her face. "I'm not moving back there. Which means I may not have anything resembling a home anymore, since Lex's mansion was all I had left there.

She sighed. "So, I'm working on accepting that."

"I'm pretty sure that once my parents find out I'm a mutant, I won't have a home either," Marie shared.

Lana smiled ruefully at her. "Well you'll always be welcome at any home I have. Maybe I should start my own."

"Same goes for you," Marie promised. "I did propose that StuCo plan some holiday celebrations for kids who don't have anywhere to go," she said.

"That would be nice," Lana said. "Though Lex is pushing pretty hard for me at least to come back for a visit soon. I'm trying to decide what to do. He's always been really good to me and I hate to lose that, but at the same time I won't let him dictate my life."

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