fandom_clinic | FTEC, Friday Night, 5 January

Unlike previous nights, Natalie is pretty much staying put. She's camped out at the front desk with her lappy, DVDs, and a stainless travel mug.

~~It's aliiiiiive!~~

Wilson was slowly waking up and discovering that perhaps the coma hadn't been an entirely bad thing because now that he was awake...he hurt!

"Ow."

Aziraphale was out of his seat and at Wilson's side before the 'w' part of that was even voiced. Not that he had far to go, since he'd been not more than a foot or two away from the young doctor since returning from his phone calls earlier in the day.

"Do you need something, love? Should I get the doctor, or...is there anything I can do? Where does it hurt? Would you like some water?"

"Morphine, no because she can't give me anymore, hurts all over...water would be nice." Wilson answered in the same rough and somewhat tired tone.

"Water."

Aziraphale recognized the tired tone, and realized that his frantic dithering wasn't going to be of any help. So he scolded himself into pouring a glass of water, and helping Wilson drink a little of it.

"I can help the pain, love, if you'll let me."

It was hard, reminding himself to let Phale help him sit up so that he could drink the water and Wilson almost spit the lukewarm liquid back up as his head was moved, setting it off to pounding.

Laying back, he closed his eyes and sighed. He'd had a chance to read his chart, the basilar skull fracture alone would knock him out of school for the semester, let alone the knife wound.

And he couldn't remember...how any of it had happened and that, really made him frown.

"I..." Wilson began before he shook his head, gingerly. "If I don't...I hate having you strain like that."

"It's no strain, James love, and you know it. I'm not a fragile thing, let me help you."

Aziraphale set the glass aside and touched his fingers to Wilson's cheek, easing some of the pain in his head. "I won't heal everything completely," he said in a softer voice. "Just enough for you to be able to get up and around, to come home and rest there, and heal better on your own."

It still went again Wilson's grain...but he had spent some of the time since waking thinking on this exact situation.

It was foolhardy to turn down Phale's offer and it was unfair to the angel. Without the assistance, he would be in the clinic for weeks, unable to do his job as a teacher or a doctor and straining Aziraphale's emotional resources as well.

"Do it." Wilson said softly. "The head, at least...so I can get out of here, stop taking up space and resources and hopefully be able to teach class."

"The other injury as well. Your lung was hurt," he pointed out, having gotten that much from Janet that first night. "You're not going to be able to get up and down the stairs, let alone give a lecture. I won't 'heal' it all, James, but I'll put you into a position where you can do your work and get better without it making you worse in the end."

Aziraphale could be stubborn when he needed to be, and he knew that part of the argument stemmed from that old fear Wilson had that the angel would put himself in danger. The more he did things to prove that the original incident had been an a rare case, the more he figure the young doctor would cease to worry.

Laying a hand against his lover's head, Aziraphale sent a soft, warm flow of healing energy. This was, as far as he was concerned, the most dangerous injury, and the one that it would be hardest for Wilson to manage if he were also trying to teach.

Oh but he would be lying if he didn't admit to how good it felt when Phale's hand moved across his head. The throbbing ache subsided as did the feeling of nausea that had come with the head injury.

"That feels...thank you, lover mine." He said softly, already breathing easier.

Just the look of relaxation was enough thanks for the angel, and he leaned over to brush a kiss to the young doctor's cheek.

"You still need to take care of yourself, and let the doctor's keep an eye on you. Regular checkups," he insisted, moving his hand to lay his palm over the bandage covering Wilson's abdomen. Again, there was a gentle glow and a healing warmth.

"I, er...already took care of the other injury," Aziraphale admitted.

Wilson blinked and looked at Aziraphale with confusion.

"Other injury?"

"Your, er..."

Aziraphale waved his hand toward Wilson's hand. "Your finger."

He gave the young doctor a penetrating look. "James love, do you remember what happened?"

Wilson looked down at his hand, lifting it up and wiggling all five fingers with a curious expression then lowering his hand and blinking at Phale.

"I...I remember...getting out of the taxi, to walk to the Hyperion but...that's it." The young doctor blinked and then he scowled. "Which isn't right, there is obviously more that happened...why can't I remember it?"

Wilson's scowl deepened and he shifted restlessly.

It worried Aziraphale as well, but the most important thing at the moment was keeping Wilson calm. He twined his fingers with the young doctor's, and touched his other hand to the man's hair.

"Hush, love. I'm certain that you'll remember after a while. You haven't been awake very long, things are probably still very hazy. And it was a...a traumatic experience. Isn't that the sort of thing that's always harder to remember?"

"But, I don't even remember who...I mean, I don't remember anyone approaching me or what might have happened." Wilson said, still sounding fretful and anxious, though he clutched tightly to Phale's hand and leaned into his lover's gentle touch.

Shifting closer, Aziraphale decided it was time for the rest of the tubes and other odds and ends to detach themselves. He couldn't embrace the man properly when he was connected to all those machines.

"James love...that isn't important right now. We'll go over what happened later, after you've rested, and your mind has had a chance to recover." He fell silent for a moment, brushing the hair from his lover's eyes. "I don't know what you were facing down in your mind while you were asleep, but I know that it was difficult. Your mind needs rest as much as your body does. Memory is a tricky thing, and as a doctor you know that. Don't fret, love, just...just let me take you home, and help you get better."

Marie got to the clinic a bit later than she had hoped, having stopped to pick up both a birthday gift for Parker and a get well soon gift for Wilson.

She arrived at the clinic and knocked lightly on the door, hoping not to disturb him, but grateful he was awake.

Wilson was sitting up and thanks to an influx of healing from the angel ~~being played out in the thread above~~ he had a ready smile instead of the wan, sickly look of earlier.

"Marie!" Wilson's voice was still soft and a little tired sounding but his dark eyes were warm with welcome. "Come on in."

Aziraphale turned a smiling face toward Marie as well, and motioned her toward the chair that was set near the bed. He was perched at the foot of the bed, keeping as close to Wilson as he could manage.

"It's so good to see you awake," Marie said, entering the room and smiling at both men. She was carrying a shopping bag in one hand and a manilla envelope in the other. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." Wilson said, giving the angel a soft look, then focusing back on Marie. "Aziraphale, gave me a boost...after all, I certainly wasn't going to be able to teach otherwise and I wouldn't want to miss the semester."

Smiling warmly, Wilson eyed the items in Marie's hand.

"How are you doing?"

"He tried to be stubborn, but I had the advantage of several days worth of dithering saved up, so I won," Aziraphale teased, with a little grin.

Marie giggled a little. "You can heal?" she asked, ideas forming in her head. But not wasn't the time for those. She looked back to Dr. Wilson. "I'm doing better now," she admitted. "I've been very worried about you."

She walked closer and handed him the envelope and the plainly wrapped package. "But I have a get well present for you."

Wilson reached out to take the envelope and the package but as he did so, he also took Marie's hand to give it a gentle squeeze.

"I've heard, you've been here. Thank you, Marie...it means a lot to me and I promise, I am well on the way to being back to my usual busy body self." He tried to gently reassure her, thinking it had to have been grossly unfair to her for him to scare her like this.

Looking down at the items she'd handed him, he opened the envelope first, drawing out the papers that Parker had arranged for them and smiling as he read through them. Passing them over to Phale for the angel to read and know about, Wilson broke into the plainly wrapped package next.

What he exposed...made him laugh, which made him grab his side but he still laughed.

"Oh, Marie...that's perfect!" He exclaimed, holding up the book The Complete Idiot's Guide to Raising a Teenager for Aziraphale to see as well.

"I can," Aziraphale admitted, to the question about healing "Although I don't do it very often. James is too obstinate."

Yep, he was totally blaming it all on Wilson. The man could take it, he was feeling better. And the angel figured it would help everyone to keep the conversation light.

He laughed softly at the book, setting aside the papers to take the book and flip through it. "Goodness, I expect this will come in handy."

"I thought it might," Marie agreed. "Not that I think you two are idiots," she hastily added. "But I figured a book was a nice gift while you were getting better."

Wilson laughed, winced but laughed.

"Well, neither are we exactly experts with raising teenagers either." He admitted with a grin. "But I imagine we'll get on well enough. So, do you have time to help Raphale help me get back up to the new house? Which I haven't even seen the inside of yet?"

Aziraphale's face lit up as Wilson posed the question, and if there was any doubt as to whether his vote would be to keep the young doctor at the clinic or take him home, his expression was answer enough.

"I'll get some clothes," he said quickly, suddenly realizing that he hadn't changed anything but his sweater in days. And thinking how glad he was that he possessed a naturally fastidious nature.

"They're letting you go?" Marie asked, surprised. "Sure I can help. That's wonderful. I haven't had a chance to see your new house, either."

"Errr...letting might be a bit of a stretch." He admitted, looking a bit boyish. "But definitely, going home."

"I'm certain Dr Lambert knows that you'll be well cared for," Aziraphale asserted. "And anyway, the clinic isn't very large. They probably would prefer not to have long-term patients here."

That was how Aziraphale viewed it, anyway, and no one was going to convince him otherwise.

A set of clothing just happened to be neatly folded at the foot of the bed, and he smiled at Marie. "I'll get him dressed, if you'll gather up all the books and goodies people have brought?"

"I can do that," Marie said, wandering around the room and gathering all of Wilson's belongings, glad that she had the shopping bags with her.

Smiling as Marie gathered up everything, with special care giving to the singing orchid from Parker, Wilson let Phale help him get pulled together. He checked in one last time with Natalie before signing himself out and then the three of them began to slow trek from the clinic back up to 50 Minotaur lane.

Drawing a deep breath, Natalie hugged the manila folder to her chest and gently eased open the door. She then stepped quietly into the room.

Wilson was sitting up, perhaps looking a bit better then he should look, thanks to ~~being played out~~ angelic intervention.

He smiled, when he saw Natalie. "Hey there, Dr. Lambert." Wilson said softly, also minding his manners as a patient.

Natalie gave a lopsided smile. "Gave us quite a scare, Doctor," she replied. She stepped forward and began the usual check, reaching for his wrist. She could hear his steadier heartbeat, and made a mental note of his improved color. Still, she went through the motions.

Holding up his wrist, Wilson sat quietly and let her run through the motions, his expression a little sheepish.

"And I can't even say that I remember what happened, I'm afraid."

"I wish I could say I could help you out with that, but I can't. I'm just glad to see you doing better." She cleared her throat, making a few notes on his chart. Her eyes remained on her writing as she spoke. "I'd say you had a bit of divine intervention. Keep recovering like this, and you'll be out of here in no time." She paused. "Comparatively speaking, of course."

Wilson coughed and looked over at the ~~modded with permission~~ angel. He was reminded that Natalie had been the doctor who had seen to Phale's wounds when the angel had gotten injured while fighting the trolls so she knew what she was talking about.

"Err...speaking of that." He began, looking sheepish but also firm. "I think, maybe after I've caught my breath here, I think it's time I stop hogging clinic resources. Healing in the comfort of one's own home and all that?"

He did sort of put it as a question, because he didn't want her to feel like he was riding rough shod over her or her opinion.

Nat closed the folder and looked up to him, her lips pursed. She thought it over as she tucked her pen into the pocket of her labcoat. Folding her arms across her chest, she leaned against the nearby counter and regarded him. "Positions reversed, how would you handle that request?"

Her expression was serious, but a hint of amusement could be found in her eyes. She arched her brow.

Wilson ducked his head and then peeked up at Natalie with his best, boyish expression.

"I'd probably be a complete hypocrite and lecture on the importance of proper rest and care." He admitted. Then he grinned. "To which I would expect you to argue that you could rest better in the quiet comfort of your own home and then you would promise to come in for follow-up check ups and...then I'd sign you out?"

Chuckling, Natalie shook her head. She was a sucker for a boyish grin. "Doctors really do make the worst patients," she commented. "Against my better judgement -- and the file will reflect that -- I'll release you to your own care. And I do expect you to do all of the above."

Still shaking her head, she sighed. "I'll go and get the paperwork ready. When you're ready, I'll be at the desk." She narrowed her eyes in appraisal. "I don't suppose I could talk you into borrowing a wheelchair -- at least for the long walk home?"

Wilson smiled and there was obvious relief in his expression. Not that he minded the clinic, he spent a lot of time here after all but he felt a bit foolish now that he was awake, felt like a bother and would rest easier at home.

"I will even initial that I am a damn fool for going against your better judgement." He agreed, smiling. "Aziraphale can wing me home, if I get to tired out...and Natalie? Thank you."

"You're welcome." She smiled. "I'll be outside if you need anything."

Gathering her things, she nodded to the angel, then swept out of the room.

FTEC, Friday Night, 5 January

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