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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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"And now they're dead but we need to check on that shoulder, Nadia in case you're needed again." When in doubt...use fuzzy logic!

Nadia thought about this, not yet relinquishing hold on her jacket. She thought that Marty and Dr. Wilson might not get it. She thought they might be confused.

Well, she supposed she could humor them. She was pretty sure they didn't want to hurt her.

"That's true." She slowly unclenched her hand from her jacket. "But I want it back when you're done."

"Of course." Wilson promised and it was a genuine promise. He had no desire to keep the jacket away from her, if it helped her feel better. He just needed it out of the way so he could take x-rays.

Once the jacket was off, Wilson gently ran his hand over the shoulder, then reached for the portal x-ray machine.

"It looks like it was already set?" He asked, looking towards Marty.

"I popped it in," Marty replied. "It was... well just flopping around out there. I figured it was better to field treat it and get her here for... the rest."

Nodding, Wilson moved the x-ray machine into position and waved Marty back and towards one of the lead aprons.

"Let me get a picture to confirm everything is where it needs to be."

The x-ray was taken with very little fuss and as Wilson waited for the machine to spit out the films, he asked.

"Did you hit your head, Nadia?"

Nadia raised an eyebrow at him. "They threw me." She shrugged, then winced and hissed. "I don't think so. Maybe."

Snapping the film up on the light board, Wilson reviewed it and gave a satisfied nod.

"Good work, Marty." He said to the young man before snapping off the light and moving to a cabinet.

Withdrawing a brace, rather than a typical sling, Wilson carried it over to the table. Stopping in front of Nadia, he pulled a small penlight out of his pocket and motioned for her to lift her chin and look into the small light.

"Why did you keep shooting a spent weapon?"

Nadia was pretty used to being checked for a concussion and calmly went along with Wilson's tests.

"I had to kill them." She took a slow breath. "Didn't realize it was spent."

"Had to kill them?"

No, honestly he wasn't as dense as to imagine that the trolls didn't need killing but he was interested to hear how Nadia answered the question.

"I don't want them to come back." Nadia was rather emphatic on this point. It really wasn't clear, possibly even to her, as to whether she was actually talking about trolls or not. She thought she was. Mostly.

"Them..."

Wilson had pretty good gut instincts but he was also moving carefully to confirm his concern. It was never an easy thing to suggest to a person that their own mind was becoming their own worst enemy and it wasn't something Wilson was about to do cavalierly.

But if, as he suspected, Nadia had finally had too much heaped upon her in too short a time, he was going to suggest how she could pursue getting help.

"The drug--the things. They have to die so they won't come back."

Bingo.

Wilson looked over his shoulder to see if Marty was still in the room or if the young man had ghosted off.

Marty was looking at Nadia with a mixture of alarm and extreme concern. "You want me to keep an eye on her?"

"Yes." He said, his brows knitted together worriedly. "I'm...not going to script out any medication at this time but if you notice any sharp change or struggling..." Somehow, having known Marty for over a year, Wilson had an idea that the young man would understand what he meant by struggling. "Call me immediately."

As he spoke, he picked up the brace and motioned for Nadia to slip her shirt down. Not off, just down so he could put it on.

"Nadia, do you know Dr. Susan Pevensie?"

Nadia hesitated, but reminded herself that she had no reason not to trust Dr. Wilson. He'd always treated her kindly.

She slowly slipped part of her shirt down. "No. Does she work here?"

Wilson moved with easy and clinical assurance as he set the brace on her shoulder, being as unobtrusive as possible.

"Yes." He said with a nod. "She's a therapist who works here with the clinic."

"She's a nice person," Marty piped up. "She's helped me deal with a lot of issues."

Nadia's eyebrows went up and she immediately went on the defensive. "A therapist." She looked between Dr. Wilson and Marty. "I'm not crazy."

"No body said you are." Wilson said calmly, inwardly blessing Marty for speaking up supportively, knowing it would definitely help.

"As Marty says, she's a nice person and sometimes it's good to talk to someone and know that what you say is only between the two of you."

Nadia vascillated. She knew she wasn't at 100%, but she was so used to not letting anyone else know. . . . "I could talk to anyone, though, right? My friends? I don't even know her!"

"Sometimes, Nadia, it's easier to talk to someone you don't know because you don't feel like you have to be a certain way around them." Wilson said kindly.

"It's important that you don't feel like you have to hold back or try to have a normal conversation, the way you might want to with a friend. Dr. Pevensie is there specifically to listen to you and she won't judge."

"You can trust her," Marty said added. "She knows everything about me. You can talk to her."

"B-but I--" Nadia cut herself off, realizing how stupid she must sound. When she spoke again, it was very quiet. "I don't want to need help."

Wilson sat down on the exam table next to Nadia, close but not touching.

"Nadia, I understand...I do but sometimes, we all need help and there are people here who want to help you and who want to see you get help." Wilson looked over at Marty and smiled gently, then looked back at Nadia.

"How about, I give Susan a call ~~as she is coming to the clinic anyway~~ and have her come down here and you can meet her, see if she might be someone you'd like to talk to?"

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