fandom_clinic | FTEC - Saturday Evening [12/2]

Entry tags:

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Silent Bob carefully lay Jay down. He pretended to hulk for a moment, looking scary, then held up three fingers. He folded down two of the fingers, then mimed hitting someone over the head with a club. He looked up at Wilson, anxious.

It would be cause for Wilson to pause and wonder about himself later but...he understood that.

"He got hit by a troll? Was it a hit with a fist or with a weapon?" As he spoke he gently began to check Jay for concussion.

Bob nodded, then sketched out a troll-sized club with his hands, showing the length and breadth of it.

Wilson winced in sympathy, then frowned as he confirmed the concussion. Setting his penlight back into his pocket he began to run his hands across Jay's skull and down the back of his neck to check for any hints of a fractured skull.

"Any other injuries, before or after that?"

Silent Bob shrugged. He mimed being thoroughly beaten up and pursed his lips. General injuries. Probably a few dozen bruises and some minor abrasions.

"Right. Let me get him stabalized then we'll take a look at those cuts you're sporting. If you could have a seat." Wilson didn't try to make Bob leave, just nodded him to a stool by the counter and turned his attention back to Jay.

Bob was grateful for that, easing himself onto the stool and watching intently, concerned about his hetero lifemate.

Wilson didn't try to engage Bob in any small talk, rather he focused on Jay and with the help of the nurse got the young man comfortably situated in the exam bed. A CT was run to check for any bleeders in Jay's skull but when it came back clean, Wilson leaned over the bed and began to very gently slap Jay's cheeks.

"Hello there, I know it's probably pretty comfy there in the dark but I need you to wake up for a moment." He said calmly as he worked to coax Jay awake.

Looking over at Bob, Wilson smiled a little ruefully. "Can you tell me his name? He might respond better to that."

Silent Bob looked at Wilson for a long moment before leaning forward and saying, "Jay, wake up."

"FUCK!" Jay's eyes opened. "What the fuck fucking happened, fatass? We fucking dropped that fucking troll and then shit, I'm -" he suddenly noticed Wilson. "Who the fuck are you?"

"The guy who's going to help relieve the headache you're about to realize you've got." Wilson said but with a smile.

Obviously, lucidity was not a problem with this one.

Silent Bob sat back, satisfied, while Jay scowled. "What fucking -" he trailed off. "Whoa. Fuck. Ow."

"MmmHmmm." Wilson said, sympathetically as he coaxed Jay to lay back. "Why don't you lay back and let the nurse help you get more comfortable." Wilson nodded to the nurse who was waiting with an icepack and some Tylenol.

Jay awake and being settled by the -very pretty- nurse, Wilson turned his attention to Bob.

"How about we take a look at those cuts, hmm?"

Jay immediately went into Creepy Old Man Leer mode at the nurse and Bob rolled his eyes resignedly. He leaned away from Wilson, holding up his hands and waving them a bit. He was just fine. No doctoring needed.

Wilson arched a pointed eyebrow and looked at all the cuts. He then raised another pointed eyebrow.

Bob looked to Jay for a rescue. Unfortunately, there were boobs in Jay's line of sight.

He sighed and dropped his hands.

Nodding, Wilson made up a cleansing solution and got to work cleaning Bob up.

It didn't sting....much.

Silent Bob even hissed in pain silently.

Silent Bob was very stoic and for his bravery, he was rewarded with some Tylenol of his own as well as a bottle of water and permission to stay in the room with Jay, since they would be holding Jay overnight for observation.

Err...for the observation of Jay, not so that Jay could observe the nurse's rack.

Silent Bob gave him a grateful look for the painkillers, but more importantly for the permission to stay. Most people would have kicked him out.

Not unless Bob gave him a reason to. Speaking with the nurse, who went to fetch Bob another chair and a pillow to bed down on, Wilson gave the man a quick smile.

"I'll be around, feel free to grab me or the nurse if you need anything."

Bob gave him a thumbs-up and a painkiller-fuelled smile. Jay muttered some profanities.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

FTEC - Saturday Evening [12/2]

Re: Exam Room 4

Re: Exam Room 4

Re: Exam Room 4

Re: Exam Room 4

Re: Exam Room 4

Re: Exam Room 4

Re: Exam Room 4

Re: Exam Room 4

Re: Exam Room 4

Re: Exam Room 4

Re: Exam Room 4

Re: Exam Room 4

Re: Exam Room 4

Re: Exam Room 4

Re: Exam Room 4

Re: Exam Room 4

Re: Exam Room 4

Re: Exam Room 4

Re: Exam Room 4

Re: Exam Room 4

Re: Exam Room 4