http://dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandom_clinic2006-12-06 10:33 am

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.

Re: Front Desk - 12/6

[identity profile] lovechildblair.livejournal.com 2006-12-06 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Blair rolled his eyes and submitted to the check up. "I had a headache for most of the weekend and part of Monday, but nothing yesterday or today. I don't really remember being nauseous as much as being hungry and cold."

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.

Re: Front Desk - 12/6

[identity profile] lovechildblair.livejournal.com 2006-12-06 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hard head: one. Drooling concussion: zero." Blair said with a smirk before biting into a cookie. Penlight or not, he was still going to eat the cookie.

"Things are good with River. We had our first couples counseling session and it went pretty good."

Re: Front Desk - 12/6

[identity profile] lovechildblair.livejournal.com 2006-12-06 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"River means a lot to me and I really want to work things out." Blair nodded. "She was a little nervous because of her past dealings with people...but I think Dr. Pevensie put her at ease."

"Thanks for your advice, man. I'm really glad that I had you to come talk things over with."

Re: Front Desk - 12/6

[identity profile] lovechildblair.livejournal.com 2006-12-06 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"She is pretty special." Blair grinned happily and snagged another cookie. "So how are you doing, man?"

Re: Front Desk - 12/6

[identity profile] lovechildblair.livejournal.com 2006-12-06 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Blair looked out the door again and sighed. "Whatever you bring needs to come with hot chocolate."

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."

Re: Front Desk - 12/6

[identity profile] lovechildblair.livejournal.com 2006-12-06 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Blair grinned up at Dr. Wilson from underneath the hat and bounced forward to give him a quick hug. "I can probably manage some of that."

"See you later, man." There was a bounce, another quick cookie grab and then he was out the door.