fandom_clinic | FTEC - Saturday evening shift [11/25]

Even with Wilson's driving, they were cutting it close.

Well, true neither Blair, River nor Phale had to be anywhere particular but Wilson did have the Saturday evening clinic shift to cover. Parking the BMW, everybody had been packed off with goodie bags full of whatever left overs anyone had wanted to taken with them and Wilson a long, lingering kiss to the angel's lips, Wilson had seperated from the small group with happy waves and headed on in to the clinic, soft sided brief case thrown over his shoulder.

First things, first...he checked for any occupants and then he started coffee to help him get through the night.

A little concerned as he saw that the exam rooms were indeed occupied, Wilson did a discreet check on the inhabitants before taking himself back to the front desk. He didn't want to needlessly disturb anyone who was resting back there.

Turning on a radio station with some warm and cheerful holiday music, Wilson sat back and grinned lopsidedly to himself. Over all, it had been a very pleasent three days away and he'd especially enjoyed having Phale, Blair and River along to enjoy it with him and now it was back to Fandom in all her glory.

Chuckling wryly, Wilson flipped on his laptop and got settled in to work on his paper, in between rounds.

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Wilson was at the front desk if you needed him.

For those who need to stay at Hotel Clinic for a few days.

Nadia was curled up on her side, facing the wall, not so much sleeping at the moment as staring blankly at the wall.

Well, at least she wasn't still on the boat.

During one of his routine checks, Wilson happened to notice that Nadia seemed... awake at least and he carefully moved into her line of vision, letting her hear and see him before coming any closer.

"Hey there." He said softly, giving her a warm but restrained smile. "How are you feeling?"

Nadia blinked a bit blearily at Wilson and tried to shrug, but one shoulder being pressed to the bed and the other being immobilized in a sling made that a bit difficult.

Her voice rasped a bit and she coughed once before being able to talk at all coherently. "Been better."

Turning towards the counter, Wilson picked up a pitcher of water and a cup and carried it over to a small table close to Nadia's head. Then he filled the cup and dropped a straw into it.

Hunkering down on his heels beside the bed, he carefully threaded the straw through the railing so that Nadia could sip from it if she wanted to without having to move.

"Yeah, I was reading up on your chart." He said simply so that she wouldn't feel the need to explain anything to him that she didn't want to talk about.

Nadia nodded slowly and took a small sip of the water. "Good thing I'm not American. Would have been a bad Thanksgiving."

"Sounds like." He said without letting his tone slip any particular direction. He didn't want her to feel pressured to talk to him but at the same time, he let things move at her pace.

Keeping the water where she could sip at it, he reached and careful readjusted her sling, where it had managed to slip a bit.

"Do you need me to call or contact anyone for you, Nadia?"

Nadia flinched ever so slightly at the contact, then shook her head. "No one to call. No family." She thought a moment. "El Professor. I want to talk to him. At least, eventually."

Moving the cup with the straw to the low table where Nadia could reach it pretty easily, Wilson sat back on his heels.

"Do you want me to leave him a message, that you'd like to see him? Also, you should probably prepare yourself for an angelic visitor. Aziraphale gets quite fretful when one of his students is injured."

"If you're too busy--" Nadia paused to cough again, grimacing. "--I can call him later, I think." She wasn't sure what to say about Aziraphale. It was nice that he cared, but she didn't want to offend Wilson by wondering out loud why the angel hadn't come to help El.

It didn't occur to her that he might have been out of town and hadn't known. She was a teenager, after all. The world revolved around her.

Actually, it wouldn't have offended Wilson who had had this conversation with Phale a couple of times in the near past. It wasn't so much the out of town part as it was the point Free Will. It was against Aziraphale's rules to assist where he had not been directly requested, something that was hard for the angel at times and that Phale himself struggled with keeping in balance.

"I'm not too busy, I'll give him a quick call before I go off shift tonight." Wilson promised and he quickly held the water back down where she could take another sip.

"I know--" another pause to cough, another small sip of water, and she started over. "I know some of the others were hurt. The nun. . . . John. . . ."

"You, need to stop talking." Wilson advised gently, keeping the water where Nadia could sip at it till the coughing stopped.

"I just started rounds, I'll tell you what. Let me check on the others and I'll come back and let you know how they are doing but then I want you to try to get some rest."

[ooc: And if you want to handwavey that is what he did, that's good for me. :D]

Rosette was still very much unconscious.

And Chrono was still at her side, on his knees, head bent with his hands clutching at her cold hand, as he had since earlier that day, after she'd been treated. This was all his fault; he should have done a better job of stopping her...

Doing a routine check, Wilson couldn't help noticing the young man who was staying very close to the nun the young doctor recognized as Aziraphale's friend.

After he had made note of the vital statistics he slipped quietly out to the front of the clinic and grabbed a second chair so that Chrono could put together a makeshift resting spot between the two chairs.

It was possible that some warm coffee in a mug also found it's way close to the young man's elbow.

Dr. Wilson could throw comforts at Chrono all night if he wanted, but Chrono would continue to refuse every one. He'd barely moved for his position of penance; it was almost as if he was praying, but, in truth, he had nothing to pray to. He had no where to go, either. Back to the church? The place would seem even more empty without her there, knowing where she was. He was going to stay here, like this, until they kicked him out.

John occupies an exam room, facing away from the door.

FTEC - Saturday evening shift [11/25]

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