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FTEC - Wednesday Dayshift - 1/10

It was the first time Wilson had been back to the clinic since he'd gotten sprung on Friday. He really should come back and get a check up, even with Phale's healing ability and the young doctor figured he might try to catch Troy, Janet, Natalie or Trevor for a follow-up.

In the meantime, he had an escort in the form of a very attentive lover, who walked with him to the Perk for coffee and then down to the clinic. Aziraphale had a group of books, fairy tales that he was rereading or maybe making notes for class ~~OMGmodded!!~~ but regardless, he had tea, he had books and he settled down into a comfortable chair to read while Wilson worked on his own class work.

The scent of coffee soon filled the front office as the pot brewed in the corner, soft insturmental jazz playing on the radio as the two men worked in companionable quiet.

[ooc: Aziraphale modded with permission. Clinic is open, like an open thing that is open.]

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Don't mind the angel in the corner, he doesn't bite...unless Wilson asks him to.

Janet had only torn her dorm room apart half a dozen times looking for her favorite penlight. (If you were a doctor, you might have a favorite penlight too. Janet liked the one with the brightest light. Everyone flinched at that one.) She thought she might have left it at the clinic on Monday night, so she was stopping by to rifle through the front desk.

Bending under angelic persuasion, Wilson had gone back into the exam room to lay down for a bit while Phale headed out to find them some lunch. He wasn't sleeping, was actually a little afraid to close his eyes but he was resting. Still he could hear the front door and when he heard it open, Wilson levered himself off the bed and headed up front to see who needed help.

Needless to say, he did not expect to find Janet rifling through the front desk. The sight made him chuckle.

"Hey there, Janet...can I help you?"

Janet straightened and grinned at Wilson. "No, that's okay. I lost my penlight, and I think I may have left it hear on Monday night. It's not in my room, that's for sure." She studied him briefly. "You look better. Good."

Wilson arched a brow at the search for a penlight but truthfully he sort of felt that way about his stethescope so he could relate.

Smiling with a little blush he looked down at himself.

"They only said I had to wake up on my own, after that Aziraphale was allowed to help heal a good portion of the damage. I'm still pretty tired and trying not to lift anything heavy or over do it in general but I was glad to be able to get to my first class."

He looked up and chuckled. "Actually, I was just thinking today that I should schedule a follow-up with someone here on staff."

"Aha!" Janet spied a glint on the floor and darted down to pick up her penlight. She stood, grinning triumphantly. "Got it. So. You haven't had your follow-up yet?"

Chuckling softly as she found and pounced upon her penlight, Wilson found himself looking a bit sheepish in the next moment as he admitted with boyish squirming.

"Err, not yet?"

"Doctors really do make the worst patients," said Janet, trying not to roll her eyes. "You want to get it over with now, since you're here anyway?"

It looked, for a moment as if Wilson was going to politely decline but then a curious expression came into his dark eyes and he found himself nodding.

"Sure." With a smile, he sat down in the desk chair, politely presenting himself as a test subject for the penlight.

"Hooray," said Janet, with a slight grin. She flipped on the penlight and flashed it in his eyes, checking pupil dilation.

OOC: You realize that I have NO CLUE what Janet's doing here, right? *googles*

[ooc: *Grins and points down to the OOC thread.*]

Wilson's pupils reacted the way pupils shoulder, showing no evidence of the head injury.

"I think that Aziraphale took care of the skull fracture. I haven't been overly nauseous since I was released but I have been keeping quiet when not working and not drinking alcohol. My side still aches and the stitches itch like mad."

"Of course they do," said Janet, frowning. "They're stitches. They're supposed to itch while they heal. No headaches, dizziness, blurred vision, periods of black-outs?"

"None of the above." Wilson reported in a slightly distracted tone. Something about the way Janet spoke to the nature of stitches, stirred something in his memory bank.

"You...checked me in, didn't you? Last week? Got me hooked back up to the ventilator and reset the brace?"

Janet nodded distractedly and reached in her backpack for her stethoscope. Because, of course, most high school students had their own personal stethoscopes. "Uh-huh," she said, listening to Wilson's lungs. "Phale brought you in during my shift. I had to read him the riot act to get him out of the way. Breathe in as deeply as possible."

The stethoscope definitely caught his attention, as did the way she handled it in listening to his lungs.

The left side was still iffy but much better.

"He told me, said you did a real professional job of it also." Wilson said in a slightly tentative tone, just to see how she responded.

Janet raised one eyebrow and gave Wilson a curious look. "Your right lung seems to be clear, but the breath sound on your left lung is still a bit off," she said. "I figured he was a little to focused on you to notice anything about me."

"The wound site is still a bit sore. I think Aziraphale concentrated on the skull fracture." Wilson owned up as he continued to be a good patient.

"He's remarkably good about multitasking, even if he doesn't seem to in the moment. Plus, once he got over being upset about me, he remembered how much you did for me and for him that night."

Wilson spoke in a genuinely grateful manner. Then he smiled. "I might have to talk to Dr. Troy and recommend you get extra compensation. I can't imagine we're paying you enough, though it is impressive to find someone so young with such a diverse and experienced skill set."

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk to Dr. Troy about my compensation," said Janet. She shrugged. "I don't need the money; my scholarship to Fandom includes a stipend."

She was starting to get an awfully bad feeling about this.

Lana stopped by before her class. "Hi," she said, ducking her head a little. "I, well, I haven't what with one thing and the other, stopped by to get my B vitamin shot in a few weeks, so I thought, maybe I should come in and see if you wanted me to keep up with them or not."

Wilson looked up from where he was being a good boy and sitting in his desk chair, sipping his tea.

Well, he wasn't sipping tea at the moment but he was sitting in his desk chair.

Smiling warmly he ducked his head so he could meet Lana's eyes.

"Well...you tell me, Lana. Do you still feel that they are helping with your appetite?"

"I, yes. Well..." Lana hedged a little. "I think they have, but I also wasn't as stressed the weeks I was taking them. I've done pretty well. Overall."

"Okay." Wilson said with a smile. "Let's go ahead and keep up with them and if things keep progressing positively, we can talk about moving you to a good multi-vitamin that also contains the B suppliments that are in the shots."

Lana nodded. "Sounds good," she said. "Anything that keeps Jim from worrying so much about me."

The angel thread!

Aziraphale was absolutely not hovering. He was sitting in the corner being unobtrusive and reading, and only looking up to check on Wilson every four or five minutes.

Granted, he did fuss a bit over making sure that the young doctor had been dressed warmly enough, and that he had something hot to drink when they arrived, and that his chair was comfortable. Also, he may have asked once or twice ~~at least~~ whether or not the other man needed anything.

But he was totally not hovering.

There was a reason Wilson adored his angel.

...

Hovering was part of it.

"Can I get you some tea, James love?" Aziraphale asked, having resisted the urge to ask that question countless times, until he couldn't hold it in any longer. "Or some lunch? Is it too early for that?"

Or a blanket, or a book, or a pair of slippers....

Wilson peeked up from where he was writing up his lecture notes for his next class and a warm, affectionate smile touched his lips.

"Some tea would be nice." He said. On his own, he probably would have been fine without the tea but he knew it would make Phale happy to provide it and actually the sudden chilly snap meant that the tea would be genuinely welcome.

Wilson wasn't quite ready for lunch yet.

With a bright smile, possibly partly fed by relief at being able to do something, Aziraphale rose quickly from his chair and headed for the coffee maker. He'd actually brought along a thermos, and so only borrowed one of the clinics mugs to set the young doctor up with a nice cup of strong hot tea. And then one for himself, as well.

"Here you are, love," he said, placing the mug on the desk. "How are you feeling?"

Heading home from work! So if I don't ping back right away, that's why.

Heading home from work myself and will probably be off line for a bit with back issues and family time, will ping when I return!! :D

Hey there!

The headwound is no longer an issue. She would probably notice that there is still altered breath sounds for the lung and the abdominal wound is still a factor as well.

Eep, what kind of abdominal wound was it again?

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