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FTEC - Saturday Evening [12/2]

After a close call on his way from the apartment down to the clinic, Wilson came dashing into the clinic sans his usual latte.

Somehow stopping at the Perk seemed like an unwise idea.

Moving quickly through the door, Wilson tossed his satchal behind the desk and moved swiftly through the back halls of the clinic to see if anyone had been dropped off already and baring that, if they were stocked up.

"Large, mean beings...I almost would have rather had the zombies, at least they moved slowly." He muttered.

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"Yeah." Jude wilted and looked away. Maybe he was wrong and Chad just had been really, really drunk.

Letting the two young people talk for the time being, Wilson carefully probed Bridge's ankle. He didn't feel any immediate broken bits but brought the x-ray machine around, just so he could take a picture and be certain.

As soon as Logan was on the bed, Wilson moved to his side and began to examine the man.

"What exactly happened? With the porch?" He asked briskly, penlight out to check on pupils, first thing.

Chad definately recognized wilting when he saw it. "Something wrong?" he asked, with a bit of a frown. "I mean, aside from the whole leg having been bent in unnatural positions thing."

"N-nothing," Jude stammered. "Forget it."

"He met the porch and found out that they weren't meant to be friends," Tick said. "However, there may still be fiendish trolls about, so I should get back and stand guard at the house! Good night, Doctor! Treat my landlord, colleague, and friend well!" With that, Tick hurried out of the room.

Chad gave Jude a look that told him very succinctly that he was not going to forget it, but he also said "Okay," to show him that he wasn't going to push, either. "Sorry."

Eeep. There went the guilt.

Jude was quiet for another moment. Then the soothing effect of the drugs compelled him to speak, a low mutter. "Did you just kiss me 'cause you were drunk?"

....

Wilson rubbed his hand over his face and continued with his exam. When he came to the leg braces, he frowned. They seemed to be standard equipment but .. equipment for what exactly? An underlying spinal problem?

"Damn it..."

Wilson stepped out of the exam room and looked around to see if he could find the other person who had brought Logan in. Spying the woman, he motioned towards her.

"Could you come here a moment?"

Thursday walked over, nodding to Wilson as she came near. "Yes?"

"I'm pretty sure it's not broken," Bridge offers helpfully. Because he has the medical training to make such judgements, except not. "It'd be all... black, if it were."

The tacked on apology always worked. Chad had renewed his confidence in being one hell'uva practicer of the no-pressure pressure trick.

Of course, now he was being prepared to soon be asked to leave as he admitted with a slight shake of his head, "Nope."

Wilson gave her a subdued but friendly smile.

"I need a bit more information, if you can. In my exam, I noticed he's wearing leg braces. Do you know why?"

"Oh." Jude didn't know if this made things more or less confusing. You kiss one guy, get hit on by one swan, and next thing you know . . . "Okay."

"I'm making a collect...humor me." Wilson responded with a small smile and he continued about his business, taking the x-ray then continuing with his exam of some of Bridge's other bumps and cuts while he waited for it to develope.

"Besides, you know what they say about wrenched ankles. It would hurt less if it was broken."

Chad frowned, sensing Jude's awkwardness, and feeling it edge a bit on him as well. "Y'sure you want me to stay? I won't take offense if ya don't..."

Jude looked at him, his hair falling in his eyes, and smiled. "Nah, bro. Stay. I like you." Beat. Crap. "To stay. Like you to stay."

Chad may seem slow, but he rarely missed a beat. He grinned lightly at Jude, at the hair in his eyes. "Good."

"He was shot in the back several years ago," she said, thinking back to what he'd told her. "He has limited mobility; I know that without the braces, he is confined to a wheelchair."

"They do?" Bridge frowns. "Somehow, that doesn't seem fair," he says, slightly petulant.

So it was an existing spinal issue. Wilson frowned but it was a thoughtful expression rather than a worried one.

"Okay, good to know. The man who brought him in with you, he said that...err...okay never mind what he said. How did the porch fall on him exactly? Was he upright? Prone?"

As he spoke, Wilson lead her back into the exam room. He was already reaching for the portable CT scanner, wanting to check for and hopefully rule out actual internal bleeding.

"A break usually get immobalized in a cast. Soft tissue injury gets a wrapping and ligaments, tendons and muscles are vindictive."

Straightening, Wilson picked up the film and gave it a quick once over.

"Annndd...nothing is broken, so you were right."

Giving Bridge a smile, Wilson moved to a cabinet and got out the supplies he needed to wrap up the ankle and also treat Bridge's cuts.

"Psychic." Bridge points to himself. "It's pretty hard to lie to me. Well, I mean, you *can*, but the odds of me believing it are kind of low."

Thursday followed, lingering near the door to allow Wilson some room. "I'm not sure, as I wasn't within sight of him at the time," she said. "I would probably say upright though, as the entire thing collapsed rather suddenly."

"Ohh," Bridge nods in understanding and files that information away. "That makes sense, I guess."

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