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FTEC Saturday Evening [10/28]

After spending a delightful afternoon shopping around with Phale, getting what they needed for the party and then settling in back at the apartment to do some prep work, Wilson headed down to the Clinic for the evening shift.

He knew from talking with Phale the night before, that Walter was in residence and Wilson peeked in there first thing, careful not to disturb anyone who was in there with Walter as he did a vitals check, then took the file to review back up to the front desk. Wilson was frowning deeply as he flipped through the information. Even being warned it was worse than he had expected.

Sitting down at the desk, Wilson had started coffee as an automatic thing and now he perched on the chair, reading up on Walter.

[ooc: And he is here for your Saturday evening bleeding needs!]

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Check in at the front desk.

Alfred came in early in the evening with a folder. "Excuse me, are you the doctor on call?"

Wilson looked up from where he was reading through an on-line PDR...well actually he was cursing the on-line PDR for not being complete but he quickly collected himself and stood up.

"Yes, Sir. Dr. James Wilson. How may I help you?"

"My name is Alfred Pennyworth. I'm Walter Dolneaz's employer and I have some information from his guardian that may help in treating him."

Wilson practically jumped at the file.

"Yes, Mr. Pennyworth. Indeed this could be most helpful, thank you."

Alfred passed the folder, sent by the fastest courier supernatural friends could provide.

"It includes all the notes by Walter's father. Has there been any improvement?"

"Really?" Wilson said, looking up hopefully.

"There... I'm afraid there hasn't been any improvement but something in here might give us a new direction to follow up on." Wilson said in a calm but definitely positive voice.

"Is there, I mean...Walter has worked for you for a while, is there anything about this he might have spoken with you about in the past?"

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Lyra had ~~handwavily~~ found out that Dr Wilson was at the Clinic this evening. Since she couldn't do anything with the files, and he might want time to review them, she decided to drop them off.

She eventually ended up in the lobby of the clinic, wearing an oversized mackintosh and dripping on the linoleum.

"Dr. Wilson?" she called, not seeing him beind the high desk.

Coming back from where he'd just peeked in on Walter and Nadia, Wilson smiled, a little tiredly to Lyra.

"Good evening, Lyra. Oh dear, it looks a bit damp out, would you like to coffee?"

Lyra grinned as she peeled off her raincoat and hung it on a convenient coat rack.

"Nah," she said. "Just the outer layer's wet. I got a bigger raincoat so I didn't get so wet. And anyway, I like tea better. A British thing, I suppose."

She walked over to the desk, digging in her messenger bag, which had been protected under her coat. "Here are my test results. I though you might want to look over them."

There was a pause then Wilson chuckled softly and nodded.

"I understand about the British thing." He said, with obvious affection for why he understood about the British thing.

Sobering then, he moved to the desk but waved for her to take the chair while he leaned on the desk itself.

"Yes, Aziraphale told me you would be bringing these by." Taking the messenger bag, Wilson pulled it open and began to remove the files for reviewing.

"How have you been feeling this week?"

Lyra blinked and bit her lip. She was starting to think that Dr Wilson and Professor Phale were more than just flatmates. Huh.

"Fine, mostly. A little tired, just from trying to catch up, but no real nightmares or sleepless nights." Lyra leaned her elbows on the desk, wondering if he could actually decipher the physician-speak in the papers.

Err...just a bit more than flatmates. Cough!

Nodding, Wilson held the films up towards the light to give them a quick read, frowning slightly before setting them back in his lap and looking through the small paperwork sent along with results of EEGs.

"Lyra, are you on any medications?" He asked in a general way.

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Late in the evening, Aziraphale received a ~~handwavy~~ call from Wilson, asking if the angel wouldn't mind bringing him something to eat. Which of course the angel didn't mind a bit.

So, arming himself with a fresh green salad, some apple spice bread, and a thermos of mulled cider, Aziraphale headed down to the clinic.

"I get the feeling you've had a busy night, love," he said quietly, as he came through the door.

By the time Wilson had called Phale and ~~begged~~ asked him to bring down something to eat, his head was spinning and he needed a break.

Sitting at the desk, face in his hands, his voice was muffled from behind his palms.

"What makes you say that, love?"

Without answering, the angel set his packages on the desk and walked behind Wilson, leaning down to wrap his arms around the young doctor.

"I brought something light, since I thought you might be too tired to eat heavily," he murmured softly. "Do you want to talk about it, or just eat?"

"Food, for the moment." Wilson admitted with a gentle smile as he leaned back into the angel's embrace.

"Walter is... better and Lyra stopped by tonight with her test results."

"I'm glad to hear you say both of those things," Aziraphale replied, the relief plain in his voice at the mention of Walter in particular. Since his afternoon with Pippi, he'd been worried that they might not find a way to help the young man.

Brushing a kiss against Wilson's cheek, the angel gestured encouragingly toward the food, which had totally always been neatly unpacked and laid out in front of the young doctor. Then he began to very gently rub Wilson's neck.

Indulging for a moment, in the neck rub, Wilson eventually reached for the salad.

"I hope." He said softly, his mind once again taken up with the decision made for Walter and his part in it.

Wilson had spent the past few hours coming to a much greater understanding of the position Lisa Cuddy had been in back when Stacy had given the okay to do surgery on House.

Had it been right then?

Had it be right, now?

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...

And in this exam room, unexpected things came to pass (http://walter-n-wires.livejournal.com/44960.html?#cutid1).

As soon as the preceedure was completed and Wilson ~~handwavily~~ let her know she could, Nadia was back in the exam room.

She was actually watching Walter much more closely, now, really hoping that he would be waking up soon.

Several hours later, possibly after Nadia had started to doze, Walter cracked his eyes and cautiously looked around without moving his head.

Those walls were quite familiar. And so was the girl sitting there.

"Hey," he said a little raspily.

Nadia may have started to doze, but less than a second after hearing his voice, she was standing up by the side of his bed, smiling a little shakily. "Hey."

He blinked a few times to try to focus properly before remembering that the last time he could remember anything he hadn't been wearing his contact lens.

"You look tired." Tact? What is this tact of which you speak?