FTEC, Tuesday Night, 2 January

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All of which had put him into a wretched mood, so that by the time he got back to the clinic, the angel was feeling withdrawn and bitter.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