FTEC - Saturday Evening [12/2]

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

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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Front Desk - 12/2

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Front desk triage. Your first stop in the medicating or bandaiding journey.

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[sexydoctor.livejournal.com]

Christian was still conveniently at the clinic. "What's the rush?" he asked.

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Sort of spinning around on his toes, Wilson looked surprised, then relieved to see Troy there.

"Hey, I'm not sure what they are but they're large, pretty nasty looking, impervious to a demon's fireball, with large clubs and a fairly solid ability to take a preternatural punch as well as looking fairly ill tempered. Ogre maybe...or troll?"

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[sexydoctor.livejournal.com]

"We're being attacked by fairy tales?" Christian said skeptically. He should've known better, what with jello dragons and all.

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[fh_extras]

Bart was walking through town and muttering about his bad toys when he saw him, just outside of the doors to the clinic. A trooper.

Stomping up to the trooper, Bart ripped his blaster away and bonked him over the head with it. "Bad toy! Stop running from Bart! Bad!"

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson, who was still lurking at the windows, saw the trooper...saw the ... uh... okay fine, he was going to go with troll here and before he even thought about what he was doing the oncologist pulled open the door and stepped outside.

"Hey!" He yelled, to try to distract the troll from the blaster bonking.

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[fh_extras]

"Hay?" Bart looked around, swinging his stick as he looked for hay. "No hay, toy!"

He pointed to the now unconscious trooper.

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty came in carrying Nadia. "Where do I take her. She hurt her shoulder and doesn't seem to be with it."

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson had just gotten the trooper who doesn't get an exam room due to NPC status settled where he could shake off the troll bonk, when Marty came in with Nadia.

"Exam two (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/242171.html?thread=6671867#t6671867)." Wilson said in a no nonesense tone, leading Marty in that direction.

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale had decided that was never going to go on a shopping trip to the mainland again. He was right in the middle of his errands, arms full of purchases, when the shock of a sudden sense of surprised fear hit him. Fear that wasn't his, and was slightly blunted by the distance.

James.

The fear was quickly replaced by a more typical feeling of determination, coupled with annoyanced, and the angel almomst laughed at how that was exactly how Wilson reacted to emergencies. And although the sensation of...a sort of uncertain wariness persisted, Aziraphale was able to assure himself that the young doctor wasn't in immediate personal danger, and hadn't been hurt in any way.

Which meant that, although his instincts were to drop everything and rush to the man's side, what he did instead was to finish his errands, calmly take the taxi back to the end of the causeway, and even pay the driver without giving any impression of panic.

The minute he'd crossed back into Fandom territory, though, Aziraphale unfurled his wings and made a beeline for the clinic, arriving in a rush of wind and music and slightly ruffled feathers.

"Good Heavens, James! What the devil is going on?"

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson surfaced from where he'd been helping Nadia and his face lit up as he saw that Aziraphale was home.

"There you are!" He said joyfully, stepping up to touch the angel's arm lightly.

"I'm not entirely certain, love. They're big, strong, impervious to fireballs and it sounds like they're all over the island. Ogres or maybe trolls? I saw one outside, he was really strong but not too bright."

Wilson ran down the facts with the same clinical precission he used in an ER though his dark eyes spoke to how completely relieved he was to see the angel.

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Just as relieved as Aziraphale was to see that Wilson was unharmed. He took a moment to indulge in a tight embrace, then stepped back and nodded to show that he understood what the young doctor was telling him.

"The clinic is safe enough as long as you stay inside," he said, with a pointed look. "I'll go see if there's anything I can do to help. Is there anyone any of you need here, though, before I go?"

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[pure-blooddraco.livejournal.com]

Draco stumbled into the clinic. He was holding a wand awkwardly with his left hand. His right arm was swinginglimply (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/900029.html?thread=69779645#t69779645) on it's own. His blonde hair was stained red from blood from being hit (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/900029.html?thread=69794237#t69794237) on the head. Despite being covered in bruises and cuts he looked reasonably calm.

"Um, hello. I was wondering if you could help me out with this?" he asked, lifting up his swollen right wrist with his left hand.

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[sexydoctor.livejournal.com]

Christian looked Draco over quickly. "Come with me (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/242171.html?thread=6683387#t6683387)," he said.

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[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Silent Bob, a shiner on his chin and moving stiffly, appeared in the doorway of the clinic with an unconscious Jay in his arms, resembling nothing so much as the iconic scene from Gone With the Wind.

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Too bad they didn't have a sweeping staircase for Silent Bob to stride purposefully up.

...

And now that that brain breaky moment has passed...

"Bring him along to exam 4 (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/242171.html?thread=6672379#t6672379)." Wilson instructed, grabbing a blank chart to fill out and leading Silent Bob down the hall to the room.

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[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

A unfortunately snot-covered Chad came in carrying a more unfortunately leg-broken Jude. His request for help came out as a long grunt.

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

They were now starting to run out of exam rooms.

Frowning, Wilson moved away from where he'd been reading a book.

"Bring him along this way (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/242171.html?thread=6672635#t6672635)."

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

As it became late, Aziraphale made his way back to the clinic. He had a feeling there was going to be at least one doctor there who wasn't paying attention to his own well-being, and was going to need a little coaxing toward taking some rest.

Stepping inside, he looked around for Wilson, staying quietly out of the way of any actual medical work going on.

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge came in, limping and leaning rather heavily on Z.

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[multiplez]

"Is there anywhere I can set this guy?" Z asked.

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[nadiathesaint]

After talking with Susan, Nadia headed to the front desk. "Dr. Wilson? I'd like to ping in and establish Nadia leaving so's there won't be any confusion later on go home now, if that's okay."

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson looked up from where he was working on charts and gave Nadia a smile.

"Of course, Nadia." He said.

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[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

Thursday arrived first with Tick carrying Logan Cale not far behind her. "The porch fell on him," she explained to the first person that approached them.

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[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

The Tick carried Logan Cale not far behind Thursday. "Coming through! He's been porched!"

It added nothing except possibly extra drama.