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fandom_clinic2006-12-06 10:33 am
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FTEC - Wednesday Day Shift [12/6]
Wilson wouldn't claim to have slept well.
After getting home, he'd sat in the dark of their bedroom, the fire burning in the fireplace and casting the only light across the space while Wilson watched the snow fall. On a whim, he'd picked up one of his notepads and written out a letter to Aziraphale, which had helped...a little. Enough to allow the young doctor to curl up around the angel's pillow and eventually find some solace in sleep.
Walking through the softly falling snow, Wilson had stopped by the Perk for caffiene and something to eat, then headed on down to the clinic. His satchal was slung over his shoulder and he was humming some carols as he pushed through the door and waved to the night nurse.
The nurse came over to him with a group of faxed files and a worried expression on her face. While Wilson started a pot of coffee they discussed the patient in Exam 3, a Mrs. Martha Kent, admitted by Dr. Lambert the night before. Flipping through the file, Wilson's expression shifted and his shoulders slumped slightly.
Pancreatic cancer was a monster.
Sighing softly, he nodded to the nurse, who headed into the back to change shift and then he carried the file to the front desk. It never failed to anger him when cancer came to Fandom. Trolls, vampires, snow monsters, zombies...those monsters he could handle but the one he'd been trained to face down, was the boogeyman in the closet, the darkness that never seemed to want to let him go.
Damn it, Raphale...I wish you were here.
After getting home, he'd sat in the dark of their bedroom, the fire burning in the fireplace and casting the only light across the space while Wilson watched the snow fall. On a whim, he'd picked up one of his notepads and written out a letter to Aziraphale, which had helped...a little. Enough to allow the young doctor to curl up around the angel's pillow and eventually find some solace in sleep.
Walking through the softly falling snow, Wilson had stopped by the Perk for caffiene and something to eat, then headed on down to the clinic. His satchal was slung over his shoulder and he was humming some carols as he pushed through the door and waved to the night nurse.
The nurse came over to him with a group of faxed files and a worried expression on her face. While Wilson started a pot of coffee they discussed the patient in Exam 3, a Mrs. Martha Kent, admitted by Dr. Lambert the night before. Flipping through the file, Wilson's expression shifted and his shoulders slumped slightly.
Pancreatic cancer was a monster.
Sighing softly, he nodded to the nurse, who headed into the back to change shift and then he carried the file to the front desk. It never failed to anger him when cancer came to Fandom. Trolls, vampires, snow monsters, zombies...those monsters he could handle but the one he'd been trained to face down, was the boogeyman in the closet, the darkness that never seemed to want to let him go.
Damn it, Raphale...I wish you were here.
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He was seriously considering eating part of Wilson's snacks now. He was waiting to see if one of those tiny flashlights made an apperance before he started stealing back baked goods.
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"Well, sounds as if your hard head came to the rescue." Wilson teased gently, then waved Blair over to the front counter, so that there could be a sharing of snacks.
"Other than the trolls, you doing okay? How are you and River?"
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"Things are good with River. We had our first couples counseling session and it went pretty good."
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"Couples counseling? Really...that's...that's really good of you two Blair." Wilson said, genuine surprise but also pride evident in his tone.
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"Thanks for your advice, man. I'm really glad that I had you to come talk things over with."
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"It's good, that River was willing to give this a shot then. To overcome a phoebia like that for something like wanting to make it work between you two, that's pretty special, you know?"
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"I'm good." Wilson said with a warm smile. "Trying to think what treats to bring your class tomorrow morning. What do you think, pastries or doughnuts?"
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He thought for a moment and grinned. "Uh...maybe both. Just so that nobody feels left out. Wouldn't want there to be emo pastries wandering around town."
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Looking back at Blair, Wilson gave his young friend a very fond smile, then he stood up and reached for that gawd awful hat Blair liked to wear when it was cold. Plunking it down on the young man's head, he dropped his hand to Blair's shoulder.
"Listen...thank you." He said softly, with understanding. "Now...scoot. Go find River, take her for a walk in the snow, make a snow angel...then go back inside and enjoy some hot chocolate and each other's company. Okay?"
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"See you later, man." There was a bounce, another quick cookie grab and then he was out the door.
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