fandom_clinic | FTEC - Wednesday Day Shift 3/7

Entry tags:

FTEC - Wednesday Day Shift 3/7

Wilson grumbled as he made his way through the rainy weather down to the clinic. Why couldn't it be snow? Honestly, if this much moisture was going to fall from the sky, it ought to be a proper snow.

Shaking himself off, he talked quietly with the on duty nurse, catching up on the two patients still in residence, as he shrugged out of his overcoat and set his briefcase down behind the front desk. Taking the charts, he checked in on Ami and Liz, making detailed notes for their files before quietly slipping back out of the rooms.

Once back at the front desk, he pulled out his laptop and a couple of journals and settled down to work on yet another paper.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Wilson is at the front desk. He's working on a paper and sipping at his coffee but don't let that stop you from disturbing him, if need be.

At the moment Exam One stood open and ready for any walk in patients.

Please wait for the patient to sign in.

Just...felt the need today.

Liz had somehow managed to get a few hours sleep where she wasn't disturbed by nightmares but it wasn't long before they returned. She found that it was just easier to stare at the ceiling and block everything else out.

[ping's will be slow as I'm heading off to bed]

Girl in a coma. Nothing exciting to see here.

Ami was deeply conflicted. On the one hand, she was Sailor Mercury a warrior for truth and justice. On the other hand she was Sailor Mercury a dark soldier who was helping Queen Beryl defeat the Moon Princess and the other warriors.

Where will she stand? Can she overcome the darkness inside? She did not know.

Sometime that afternoon, after making Anders twitch and visiting Zoe, Bel shimmered into the clinic (yay avoiding the rain) with Phoebe.

Phoebe was holding onto him, but was smiling.

Wilson?

Startled so violently that his chair knocked over and he went tail over teacups onto his ass.

"OW!"

Oops.

"Um, sorry," Bel said guiltily. "I should've knocked."

Phoebe winced and went to help up James. "You alright?"

Muttering a quiet 'thank you' to Phoebe, Wilson got back up on his feet and straightened his chair. There might have been a comment about a bell or maybe it was about a Bel...could go either way.

"Morning you two. What brings you down here?" He asked, rather than remark on his rather undignified exit from his desk chair.

"I thought I'd get a check up," Bel said. "After, you know, being dead and all." It was still pretty hard for him to look Wilson in the eyes.

"Ah...right, probably a good idea." Wilson agreed, giving himself a firm mental kick when one small part of his brain wondered if it would be okay to page Troy down to do this particular physical.

"Well, come on back to exam one (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/294052.html?thread=7624100#t7624100) and we can get started. Phoebe, you can come along, if you'd like."

Wilson, concerned about being alone with Bel?

...

Maybe a little.

Bel sat down on the exam table, looking around nervously. He wasn't sure what he might find out today, but he hoped it wasn't bad.

Phoebe leaned against the wall, giving him an encouraging smile.

Wilson headed over to the counter and took his time pulling on some gloves and getting the items he'd need to do the check up on Bel.

He was totally stalling, thinking back over his conversation with Blair from yesterday and thinking about how, even now, getting close to Bel caused his stomach to heave and react. Wilson hated that, he didn't want to feel this cold, nervous, clammy sensation in his hands and in his heart but he couldn't seem to control it either.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, he situated the gloves on his hands and turned back towards the occupants of the room.

"All righty, let's start out with the basics. Have you been experiencing any specific symptoms that are causing you concern?"

"Not really," Bel said. "But I have powers again. So I guess I'm a demon again. Except that I don't feel like I used to when I was a demon. But I don't feel entirely human, either."

"Err, can you be a bit more specific?" Wilson asked.

He was still keeping his distance, not touching Bel yet.

"I was always cold when I was human, but I'm not anymore," Bel admitted. "But I don't feel the . . . instincts I used to, when I was a demon."

Nodding, Wilson pursed his lips and then turned back towards the counter to pick up a blood kit.

"Let's start with doing a new blood work-up for you. See what's going internally."

Okay, this meant he was going to have to touch Bel...hell, touch Bel and draw blood, which meant not allowing his hands to tremble too badly.

Taking a deep breath, Wilson stalled for just a bit more time as he motioned for Bel to roll up his sleeve but then, time ran out and he had to do this. Swallowing tightly, Wilson shoved down the surge of bile in his throat and reached out to wrapp the rubber band around Bel's upper arm. Working steadily, focusing only on the young man's arm, the oncologist tried to force himself into a zone, where Bel was just another patient.

Just another patient.
Just another patient.
Just another patient...andwhythehelldidtheneedlejustmeltaway???

"Um..." Wilson began, drawing back the now needle-less little yellow cup. "There was a needle there...I know, there was a needle there...I saw it, it pushed into your..."

He was about to say arm but upon looking back down at the flesh, it looked completely untouched.

Phoebe stepped close. "What's wrong? James?"

Bel looked at his arm, then raised his head to gape at Wilson. "What just happened? The needle melted? How'd it do that? And . . . I healed?" He poked at his own arm in confusion.

Setting the needleless cap aside, Wilson carefully ran his fingers along Bel's arm ~~not!dirty~~ and shook his head. It didn't feel as if the needle had broken off.

"Did you feel any sensation when I inserted the needle, Bel?"

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 1 of 4

FTEC - Wednesday Day Shift 3/7

Front Desk 3/7

Exam One

Exam Two - Ami Mizuno

Exam Three - Liz Sherman

OOC - AKA George!

Re: Exam Three - Liz Sherman

Re: Exam Two - Ami Mizuno

Re: Front Desk 3/7

Re: Front Desk 3/7

Re: Front Desk 3/7

Re: Front Desk 3/7

Re: Front Desk 3/7

Re: Front Desk 3/7

Re: Front Desk 3/7

Re: Front Desk 3/7

Re: Exam One

Re: Exam One

Re: Exam One

Re: Exam One

Re: Exam One

Re: Exam One

Re: Exam One

Re: Exam One

Re: Exam One

Re: Exam One