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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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Thursday was there, but she hung back in the waiting area, a concerned expression on her face.

The Tick ducked through the door, carrying Logan to the bed. "Here we go!"

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.

"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.

....

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?"

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?"

"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."

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.

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."

As Wilson set up the CT, the nurse came in to help remove Logan's upper clothing and by the time she had done that, he was ready with the scanner.

A careful scan revealed no bleeding but from a physical scan, Wilson could definitely diagnose some internal organ brusing and then there was the matter of the head wound.

The nurse had taken steps to stem the bleeding when Logan came in, slowing the bleeding so Wilson could inspect the cut for the need for stitches.

"Do you know if he's on any regular medication for his legs?" Wilson asked as he worked, cursing under his breath that they didn't have a better medical profile of the man.

"A fairly strong painkiller, I believe," Thursday supplied, watching the proceedings with concern, her voice calm throughout. "I'm not aware of any beyond that."

"Oh boy." Wilson said, leaning against the bed for a moment.

Medical wisdom dictated that Logan should not receive those painkillers for at least twenty-four hours... definitely not until he was conscious but at the same time, Wilson was used to dealing with someone who needed pain management for a chronic pain issue.

Not to mention the pain Logan was going to be in when he woke up to the bruising.

Checking the man's pupils once more, Wilson tried to rouse him but when he had no success to the gentle attempt he made a decision.

Helping the nurse treat the rest of Logan's wounds, making him comfortable in the bed and getting him settled, Wilson picked up his chart and wrote out very particular instructions for Logan's follow-up care.

Thursday watched, then spoke up as Wilson finished writing. "I'd like to stay," she said firmly, looking over at Logan. "If that's at all possible."

"Of course." Wilson said. "It'll be very helpful for you to be here. Please, let me or the doctor on duty know the moment he stirs or his condition changes. I'll have the nurse bring in some blankets and a pillow for you."

She glanced at Wilson gratefully and nodded. "Thank you. I definitely will do so."

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