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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Re: Front Desk - 12/2

[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?"

Re: Front Desk - 12/2

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Shaking his head, Wilson looked back towards the gradually filling clinic.

"Christian's here and we've got a fairly workable system in place, I think we're okay for the time being. If that changes, I'll ah..." Wilson lifted his hand and wriggled his finger at the angel, a loving grin on his face. "Panic."

Winking, he leaned in for a quick, hard kiss...because he knew that the next time he saw Phale he could be tending to the angel's wounds but he also knew they each had a job to do.

"Be careful."

Re: Front Desk - 12/2

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"I will," Aziraphale replied, touching his fingers to Wilson's cheek. "You as well. Take good care of our people." He smiled, then turned and headed out the door.