FTEC, Tuesday Night, 2 January

[drlambert.livejournal.com]

Natalie frowned as she stood behind the desk and flipped through Dr. Wilson's chart. An abdominal stab wound was a nasty thing, and got worse, depending on how much damage the weapon had done on the inside. In this case, the lung had been punctured; she could only imagine the tight, painful feeling of breathlessness that had immediately followed. It was not something she hoped to ever encounter herself, and she was curious as to how Dr. Wilson could have found himself on the receiving end.

She was also curious as to how the good doctor ended up with a fractured skull. Notes from the admitting physician -- Janet, she noted -- conjectured that the fracture was the cause of his current coma. With a sigh, Nat closed the chart. Sounds like one hell of a fight, she thought, shaking her head.

She moved off silently to check on her patient, then spend some time in the lab.

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Front Desk

[drlambert.livejournal.com]

The laptop was there, but chances are good Natalie was in the lab. Anyone needed assistance would likely have needed to call out.

Exam 1, James Wilson

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Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

As he had passed the night before, Wilson had been still and quiet through the day.

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

And Aziraphale was back at his side, curled up in the chair and watching the slow, forced rise and fall of Wilson's chest. The visit from Lana had been a great comfort, but after she left he'd gone for a walk in the park, and that had got him thinking about the things he would have missed out on if the young doctor hadn't come into his life. About how empty the world would seem if Wilson were to leave it, and how unfair it was to make the man -- to make them both suffer through something like this with no explanation or offer of hope.

All of which had put him into a wretched mood, so that by the time he got back to the clinic, the angel was feeling withdrawn and bitter.

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[untouchableskin.livejournal.com]

Marie showed up as soon as she could. She gave Aziraphale a sad smile and then sat on the other side of Dr. Wilson's hospital bed.



[no time to interact - must sleep]

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

He returned the smile with a little cheerless one of his own, and then went back to staring blankly at the figure in the bed.

[Night!]

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy had had a great time at the meet and greet, but hadn't forgotten about his decision. Finding out what had happened, might be a good step in trusting the Angel, and vice-versa.

He knocked on the door frame as he came in, and hissed in sympathetic surprise when he saw Wilson.

"Jesus, what happened?"

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Someone tried to kill him," Aziraphale snapped, looking up at Billy with a dark glower. "And do you think you might mind your tongue?"

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy didn't take immediate umbrage at the tone. It was to be expected after all. He was confused for a moment at the mind his tongue thing. "What? Oh, the Jesus thing. Right, sorry." He looked back at Wilson, his eyes narrowing. "When and where did this happen?" he asked. If there was another invasion coming...

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Los Angeles. Yesterday."

Really, sometimes the capacity of mortals to put their noses into other people's business was beyond Aziraphale's comprehension. On a normal day, it wouldn't have bothered him, but tonight he was full of anger that he had no way to rid himself of, and it focused itself on the only target readily at hand.

"Did you come to gawk, then, Mr Kessler?"

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy was momentarily relieved that it had not happened at Fandom. Street crime then. He hoped the people who did this would get what was coming to them.

"No," Billy said, still not quite getting offended. "I..." Making sure it was an isolated incident probably wouldn't go over well. "I came to see what had happened. I was hoping it wasn't anything serious." Billy was quite new at this.

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"You came to gawk. Or to pry."

Aziraphale's tone was flat, and his gaze accusing. There'd been no radio in the room last night, so he had no idea how Billy might have found out that Wilson was there. He could tell the young man was being truthful, but there was an uncertainty in Billy's manner that fed the uncharacteristically suspicous feeling the angel had been suffering from.

"You all do that. Mortals never could help wanting to wallow in the misery of others."

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Actually I prefer to wallow in the misery of myself." Billy said, starting to lose patience. Being pissed at this was one thing but taking it out on him? "I came because I was concerned. Mortals do that sometimes."

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Quite a bit less frequently than you'd like for people to believe," the angel shot back. At the moment, he didn't much care if Billy was getting angry. He was angry, and so perversely it made him feel better to see other people that way.

In some ways, angels weren't that different from mortals.

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Oh trust me," Billy said, his voice low. "I know all about that. The depths of cruelty and callousness a human being can sink to."

don't say it, don't say it...

"Made in God's image right?"

dangit

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson - Very Late at Night

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana slipped into the room quietly and watched both Dr. Wilson and the sad angel for a moment. She wasn't sure if she should stay or go, but it was almost as if a voice told her to stay.

After a few minutes she quietly went over and gave Mr. Aziraphale a kiss on the cheek before taking a seat by Dr. Wilson's bed. She put her hand gently over his for a moment. "It's Lana, Dr. Wilson. I came by to see you. I'm sorry you're not doing well."

She noticed the books on the bedside table and smiled before picking one up. "Mr. Aziraphale brought these for you. Perhaps you'd like me to read to you for a bit?" She opened to the first page and began reading to him quietly, prepared to stay as long as her voice held out.

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson - Very Late at Night

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Outwardly, Wilson remained still and quiet save for where the respirator helped his damaged lung move oxygen through his body.

Inwardly, well...it was hard to know how having a friendly voice nearby could affect a coma patient but deep within the fuzzy blackness of a mind tormented by demons older than Lana herself, her quiet voice cut through Wilson's nightmares and gave him a thread to grasp.

A thread he took hold of gratefully, clinging to the words as they bouyed him along, lifting him so that his head seemed to break free of the dark morase of his own mind. There was no outward physical change but inwardly...Lana's voice definitely made a difference.

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[demonbelthazor]

After Lana told Bel about Wilson, he felt compelled to go to the clinic. For appearances. Certainly not to gloat at his handwork, after all.

"What the hell happened?" he murmured, staring at Wilson with an appropriate expression of shock and dismay.

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale still sat glowering in his chair, although at the moment his wrath appeared to be fixed on one of the blinking machines. Underneath his anger, he felt that he ought to say something reassuring to Bel.

Unfortunately, reassuring took a back seat to accusatory.

"He went to Los Angeles, to talk to Angel. Because he was worried about you. About how being made mortal might have affected you." The look he gave Bel was cold. "They tried to kill him."

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[demonbelthazor]

"Who did?" Bel said, staring at Wilson. "He went to LA because of me? This is...my fault?" He sounded appropriately woeful.

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Good. Aziraphale thought he should sound woeful.

"I don't know who did it. But I intend to find out."

He paused, fixing Bel with a dark glare. "Unless you think you might know who it was?"

[ooc: I am so sorry! I never got this notification! And now I have to crawl off to bed. SP? :( ]

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[demonbelthazor]

"How would I know?" Bel said. "I didn't even know he was in LA. And he's my friend, do you think I would let something like this happen to him?"

[No problem! Night!]

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"If you hadn't gotten him involved in your problems, he wouldn't have felt the need to go running off to LA," Aziraphale snapped, his tone angrier than was warranted, because Bel had struck a chord of guilt in him.

He wasn't supposed to let things like this happen to Wilson, he was the one who had failed.

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[demonbelthazor]

Guilt that Bel was more than happy to seize upon. "Then why did you let him go alone?" he said smoothly.

Re: Exam 1, James Wilson

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"I didn't let him! James is a...a grown man, I don't own him like some sort of pet. He does as he pleases."

Aziraphale's words were a little petulant, as if he thought that this could all have been avoided if Wilson would just not be so independent.

"You took advantage of him," he added accusingly. "You should have gone to the clinic, and not made your medical problems into something personal."