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FTEC - Tuesday Evening Shift 4/24

After enjoying a quiet day on the mainland with Aziraphale, Wilson managed to get them both back home just in time to get from the causeway parking lot to the clinic for his shift.

Well, okay, Aziraphale's making sure that Virginia's finest were busy stopping speeders elsewhere had helped Wilson get them home in time to get from the causeway parking lot to the clinic for his shift.

Sending the angel on up to the house to put away their new purchases, Wilson talked with the nurse and caught up on the excitement over the weekend. As it seemed the last patient had been discharged that morning, Wilson and the nurse settled in to spend the evening cleaning and restocking the used exam rooms.

Of course this would be done in between any patients who stopped by and needed care.

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After the sorority meeting, Marie decided to make a trip to town to talk to Dr. Wilson about her summer plans.

Wilson was in one of the exam rooms, shirt sleeves rolled up as he cleaned. The nurse waved Marie on down the hall towards the exam room in question.

Marie knocked lightly on the exam room door. "Hey, you busy?" she asked.

Looking over his shoulder, Wilson smiled warmly and waved Marie in.

"Never too busy to talk with you, dear. Come on in. What's up?"

"Well, I wanted to talk to you about my plans for the summer," Marie said, finding a chair and sitting down. "Professor Xavier invited me to spend part of my summer at his school, working on controlling my powers and going through some training."

Finishing up the wipe down he was doing on a counter, Wilson turned around and faced Marie directly, arms crossed over his chest.

"You want to spend your summer...in school?" He asked with a curious arch of his eyebrows.

"School for mutants," Marie said. "I think I can learn a lot from Professor Xavier."

Wilson knew or at least liked to believe he knew, how important the pursuit of learning how to control her powers was to Marie.

"Mmm...you'll have me on any forms as contact point?" He said with an understanding little smile, that was perhaps a bit sad as it would have been wonderful to have Marie around for the summer but he could hardly stand in her way on something so important.

"Of course," Marie said. "And Professor Xavier said you're welcome to come and visit the school if you'd like," she added. "I'll only be gone for the first summer session here, so I'll be back in early July."

"I might have to take him up on that offer you know. Come up and be all...official guardian like. See what it's like on the other side of parents' weekend," Wilson said with an impish grin.

"That would be nice," Marie said, smiling shyly. "I'm probably going to leave sometime next week, but I want to at least attend graduation. I'll let you know for sure once I talk to Professor Xavier again."

Biting her lower lip, Laura stepped into the clinic, glancing about. She swallowed and smoothed her hands down the front of her jacket. "Anyone home?" she asked, peering around.

Wilson, who had been in the back doing a final inventory count, came up towards the front desk and smiled at Laura.

"Good evening, Ms. Roslin. How can I help you?"

A smile flickered across her lips. It did not, however, reach her eyes, which tended toward a nervous gleam. "I..." She laughed at herself, shaking her head as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "This is going to sound absolutely..." Pausing again, she looked back up at him. "I need a physical. Including a test for hGC levels."

Laura found she couldn't come out and say it. Not aloud. I need a pregnancy test. It should have been that simple. But for a woman who thought these years were behind her, it wasn't that simple.

Luckily Wilson had seen enough in Fandom not to look a bit bemused by Laura's request and also, given Willow's visit last week he wondered if this might not be related to the invasion of wee people.

So he smiled and took a step back, waving her towards the hallway.

"Of course. Please, come this way to exam one (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/317989.html?thread=8120869#t8120869) and we can talk more privately."

Wilson politely held the door as he waved Laura into the room.

"Please, have a seat on the exam table."

Clearing her throat, Laura eased herself up onto the exam table, and removed her suit blazer. "Thank you," she said.

Picking up his stethescope he turned towards Laura and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Usually, I have a nurse in when I examine a female patient. If you like, we can do that first and then I'll dismiss the nurse and we can talk?"

"Yes, that's fine." She bit her lower lip as a fit of the giggles tried to creep up on her. While this wasn't a debate, it was certainly a nerve-wracking experience. She managed to keep them at bay for now. There was, she reasoned, no sense getting worked up if there was nothing to get worked up about...right?

"Okay, let's get started then," Wilson said and he moved to the door to call in the nurse.

Once the nurse was in the room, he began to exam. He kept things clinical but not inpersonal and attempted a couple conversational gambits focused around the school and the end of term. Wilson was quick but thorough and in short order the nurse had blood and urine samples to run through the lab in back.

When everything was complete and Laura had a chance to straighten herself back up as Wilson made notes in her chart, he turned on the little spinny stool and looked up at her.

"Now, is there something particular you are concerned about?"

"I recently underwent a somewhat...unusual...treatment for breast cancer," she confessed. Her hand wrapped nervously around her glasses, though she didn't need them at the moment. "It was, for all intents and purposes, an experimental stem cell treatment, using cells taken from a human-cybernetic hybrid. It was considered a success; I was declared to be in complete remission, all traces of the cancer having disappeared.

"After the treatment, however, I noted small changes. My energy levels were back up, my skin toned up, my hair began to grow back, thicker and fuller. I attributed most of them to the fact that I was in better health again, that my body wasn't so busy fighting the cancer that it could divert energies elsewhere.

"I also, when I had some, ah, spotting a few weeks back, thought nothing of it. I knew that it's sometimes expected when transitioning into this phase of life.

"And then I had a nine year old child show up on my doorstep...three weeks after entering into a relationship with the girl's father." She looked to Wilson with a wry grin. "I thought it might be time to find out what other surprises this stem cell treatment may have in store for me."

It took Wilson a few minutes of sitting and trying not to twitch at what she described as her treatment for cancer. For him and his peers, stem cell research was still a theory, debated in the journals no where near even being experimented with so bogged down in ethics was the subject.

And here he was talking to an obvious success and against one of the more aggressive forms of cancer.

Wilson rubbed at the back of his neck, trying to get his head back where it belonged and away from the battery of questions he was aching to pepper her with...intrusive questions that he had no right asking.

"Uhm..." he began, giving a lock of hair a yank to finish the process of squashing his near desperate curiosity.

"Well, as I'm sure you know, in this day and time the sort of treatment you're talking about is still very theoretical but from what I've read of it, it would fit that there could be a certain, regenerative factor given the very nature of the cells used and their purpose in the sequencing of the body's cellular structure."

Setting aside her chart he stood up and waved her towards laying down on the table.

"Let me do an ultrasound? That should allow me to take a look at the size, status and structure of your overies."

Nodding, Laura followed his instructions. This was not a topic easily addressed for her, and she was appreciative of Dr. Wilson's professionalism. She gave a lopsided grin, attempting to lighten the mood. "I'm sure you say that to all the girls."

Pulling the portable ultrasound over to the table, Wilson began to set the dials. He chuckled, good naturedly at the quip and gave Laura one of his warm, reassuring grins.

"It's my best pick up line."

As he had with the initial exam, Wilson's touch was always clinical, professional and his eyes were on the screen, obviously studying everything everything that came across the black and white fluctuating picture. He flipped the ball around, froze a couple of shots and did measurements, snapping a picture here and there before lifting the wand away from her abdomen and giving her some papertowels to wipe up the gel.

"Ah...well. I have to tell you. These measurements are more in line with what I would expect to find in a woman, twenty to thirty years younger. They are incredibly health and given their shape and form...they look to be in perfect working order."

She took in the news as she wadded up the paper towels, having straightened her trousers and blouse. "I see. So, it is possible...?"

Leaning down, Wilson picked up the printed copies of the pictures he'd taken, in case she wanted them for her own doctor. Walking over to the counter, he pulled out a blank file and put them in the folder for Laura.

"From what I can see, yes. It is possible. It looks like you conceive but I can't even begin to speculate how your body might react or what pregnancy would be like for you systemically speaking. But..."

He walked back over and held the folder out to her.

"The potential is there."

Laura exhaled, her knuckles going white over the paper towels in her hand. There was no other external sign of her discomfort as she wrangled with this prospect. After a long moment, she gave a snort of laughter. "I said we should start having babies, but I certainly didn't mean me."

She shook her head and regarded Wilson, tossing the towels into the waste basket. "I appreciate your seeing me, Doctor Wilson." She passed a glance over his shoulder at the door. Was the nurse ever coming back with those test results? The ultrasounds didn't seem to show anything, but Laura wanted as much confirmation as she could -- including the test results.

"I'm glad that I could help, Ms. Roslin."

Ask...or at least thinking about and ye shall receive.

The nurse knocked lightly on the door and when Wilson bade her to enter, she handed him a file of lab results.

Scanning them over, he pursed his lips, nodded and then handed them to Laura for her review.

All presidential posturing aside, Laura visibly relaxed. She handed the sheet back to Dr. Wilson, to be included in her file. "Well, I see I'll have to take steps to ensure this isn't an issue." She smiled. "Feeling younger or not, I'm not sure I want to go through that again."

"Well, there are multiple options. For what it's worth, given your medical history you might want to stay away from any of the hormonal avenues," Wilson said.

He cleared his throat and tried to look like what he was about to say next was not making his cheeks pinks.

"We do have complimentary, protection. For the kids mostly but..." As he totally ran out of words that wouldn't end up digging him into some sort of foot in mouth hole, Wilson fished out the basket of little foil packets and held it out for Laura to peruse.

She allowed a laugh, shaking loose the dread that had settled around her as she had walked over. "I think I'll be okay," she replied. "Barely civilized we may be, we do have our own contraceptives."

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