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FTEC - Saturday Evening Shift [1/13]

After spending a mandatory quiet day resting back at the duplex, Aziraphale had bundled Wilson up, pointedly ignoring the young doctor's queary about his own winter coat and the pair had headed down to the clinic to over see the night shift. The angel promised to go out and grab them some dinner but in the meantime they had a thermos of tea and some fresh baked cookies to snack on as they sat through Wilson's shift.

Once down at the clinic, Wilson settled behind the front desk with his laptop and his notes for his next Conflict Management and Resolution class, while Phale settled into a chair with a nice fat crossword puzzle. Big Band Swing music played over the radio and both men hummed along, content in their companionable quiet for the night.

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Wilson is here if you need him!

Have a cookie?

Because the angel deserves his own thread.

Aziraphale did his best to sit quietly in the corner and work his crossword. He even did a great deal less in the way of hovering and fussing than he had on Wednesday.

Despite this, however, Wilson always had a cup of hot tea at hand, and there was never any cold breeze blowing in when the clinic door opened.

Wilson adored his angel and every so often he would get up from behind the desk and walk a cookie over to Phale.

Straddling his lover's knees, he'd perch there with an impish smile on his face and feed the angel the cookie, following it with a long, sweet kiss, before heading back to his desk to keep working.

Jude limped into the clinic, using his crutches for the first time in two weeks but wanting to make it at least look like he was following orders. He had that rumpled, dissipated look of someone who had either not slept in days, or did nothing but sleep for days.

He tried to perk up when he saw Wilson. "Hey, Doc."

Wilson looked up from the desk and he smiled brightly as he saw Jude come through the door.

"Good evening, Jude." He exclaimed, quickly getting up and coming over to hold the door for the student.

"What brings you down here tonight?"

Cookies were a very good way to bribe the angel -- as were lap-sitting and kisses -- so Aziraphale wasn't too pushy in looking after the young doctor. He did take some time to duck out and fetch their dinner ~~conveniently during Jude's visit if you like~~, but that didn't really count as fussing.

Also, he didn't insist that Wilson wear a sweater under his labcoat.

"Six weeks," he said in a voice that was trying to be cheerful. He stuck out the cast that was now significantly more glittery, battered, and colourful than it had been last time Wilson had seen it. "It can come off now, right?"

...

Trying but just sort of missing the mark as usually active teenage males were bouncing off the walls with anticipation of getting their cast off, not acting hopeful about it.

"Has it been six weeks?" Wilson said with a blink, then he thought back and counted back and his eyebrows arched upwards.

"You're right. You should be a free man tonight. Come on back to Exam..." Here Wilson paused, because usually he'd use Exam 1 but actually, he'd had some trouble going back into that room since his own clinic stay, so instead he pointed Jude on down the hall.

"Come on in to Exam 2 (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/264336.html?thread=7185552#t7185552) and we'll see about getting that hunk of plaster off you."

Jude limped after Dr. Wilson, his crutches clattering in that way of the much-used ones. No cast meant skating again, and Jude should be almost out of his tree with joy. But he was quiet as he swung along.

Kicking a stool over by the exam bed for Jude to use to help him get up on the bed, Wilson rattled through the cabinets, getting a saw and other equipment to remove the cast.

"So, how's the leg feeling? Any pain or soreness?"

Jude settled on the bed, his legs swinging a bit. "Feels good, hasn't hurt in a while. Really itchy, but that's it."

Carefully lowered himself down so that he could get at the leg, Wilson tested Jude's toes then set about the work of getting the cast off.

"How's the first week of classes?" He asked as he worked, since it helped to pass the time and also might take Jude's mind off the hacksaw moving so close to his flesh.

Wilson had the sweater on, though he'd insisted upon stealing one of the angel's sweaters and when the time for dinner came around he'd talked the angel into Cafe Fina, for some nice Italian and salad.

Phale had gotten out the door, only after a few more friendly kisses.

Jude had had this happen so often he really wasn't concerned any more. "'Sokay. Some of them look really cool."

Wilson made relatively quick work of the cast, carefully lowering it away from Jude's leg and then carrying it over to the counter.

"Lie back." He instructed so he could take an x-ray of the leg.

"Cool, is a good thing. Makes it easier to study and the like when you actually enjoy the subject."

And he had expected more friendly kisses upon with return, with the requested three-cheese tortellini and salad in tow. There were even sodas, since Aziraphale figured one of them might be getting just a wee bit tired of tea.

Also, there was a small serving of tiramisu. Not homemade, but the angel thought he'd be forgiven for that minor detail.

.....

Tiramisu?

Someone was in a mood tonight.

In a flash of light (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1340784.html?thread=60516464#t60516464) Mel fell from the ceiling and landed on her butt.

Hard.

"FRAKKIN' HELL!" She yelled in frustration and bolted for the door.

Wilson looked up with a blink as someone just suddenly appeared.

He stood up and was about to call after her when instead he took note of just how quickly she scrambled up to her feet.

Reflexes are good, all limbs working, no giant blood stain on the floor...uh...lungs in good working order...

Still he started to say hello, just to be polite, though she might already be out the door before she heard him.

"Zombies!" Mel yelled over her shoulder as she ran for the door. "Caritas is under attack! Save yourselves!"

Now if Mel had shouted that and spoken about any other establishment in town, chances were good both Phale and Wilson would be jumping smartly to action to help defend Fandom.

As it was, Wilson blinked and looked over at the angel a little worriedly.

"You think she means the band?"

Jude held onto his belt while he switched positions, knowing that his scrawny frame often led to a little more boxer exposure than he'd really like. His leg felt weird now, soft and waaaaay too light.

"Yeah. Figured that out last semester. This whole doin' well in my classes thing is totally a new thing for me. My parents were actually right about private school."

Aziraphale, during this even, had been staring with a rather dumbfounded expression. He blinked, and then turned to answer Wilson's question.

"Er...I think she must. I wonder if they're having another theme night."

Only in Fandom.

"I'm sure they'll understand if you feel like you can't admit that to them, however." Wilson said with a wink and then he took the x-ray.

While waiting for the film to develop he ran Jude through a series of passive tests, pleased with the results. A check of the x-ray was also positive and Wilson smiled at the young man.

"I think you're good to go. Would you like an ace bandage for your ankle, till you get strength back in the muscles?" He figured, from the professional way Jude handled his broken leg that the youth was no stranger to the recovery from broken bones.

Jude managed a small smile, glad that the doc understood. "Totally."

He sat patiently and quietly through the tests, only seeming to perk up again when he was told that he was finally free.

He tentatively wiggled his foot and nodded. "Yes, please." He didn't know where his were, and the faster he got muscle control back, the faster he was back on his board.

Nodding, Wilson reached for an Ace bandage and began to expertly strap up Jude's ankle.

The young student's attitude wasn't lost on Wilson, who was remembering a much... chipper young man, even in the face of trolls and a freshly broken leg but he didn't know Jude well enough to push him, beyond the questions he'd already asked.

Still, he'd keep an eye out, just in case.

"All right. There we go. You are a free man." Wilson announced, standing up and ferreting about in some drawers until he found what he wanted and pulled out a sheet of paper. "Do you need the 'how to play nicely with your freshly healed leg' instructions or are you good?"

He ducked his head in a nod, cautiously slipping off the table to test the weight. A tiny stab of pain that disappeared almost instantly, and a lot of soreness.

"I think I'm good," he said with a tiny smile as he reached for his crutches again. "Unless you wanna do the lecture again."

Wilson chuckled and shook his head.

"You caught me in a none lecturing mood. Be kind to your leg, don't over do and blah blah blah, you know the drill."

"So no kickflips for a couple of days," he said mellowly, moving much more slowly now as he had to get used to walking again. His balance was off, which wasn't cool for boarding anyway.

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FTEC - Saturday Evening Shift [1/13]

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