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FTEC - Tuesday Evening Shift 5/22

Wilson had spent a nice, relaxing day corrupting ducks and otherwise enjoying the summer sun.

Thus he was a bit surprised to find that the clinic had a patient in residence when he arrived at work that night. Frowning a little as he recognized Chad's name, Wilson went over the young man's chart with the on duty nurse and gave her instructions to keep him apprised of Chad's comfort through the night.

Then, he settled down at the front desk and set up his laptop to work on his latest journal article.

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Where Wilson is quietly working on his article and sipping coffee. Give a shout if you need him.

Please wait for the patient to ping in.

Empty...for the moment

And yet...empty for the moment.

Just for non-world ending fun.

Chad's still deeply sleeping it off. Mmmm, nothing like being zonked out when you've got a hole through one side of you.

And Teddy's still there, being spazzy. But less so now that he hadn't really slept since... Sunday night.

That might explain him nodding off in the chair next to Chad's bed.

Bel shimmered into the clinic lobby, his arms around the bleeding bodies of Phoebe and Anders. His own chest and back were covered with blood, too, but it was hard to tell if it was his or theirs. "Help!" he said desperately to Wilson.

Wilson did a classic double take and bolted up from his seat.

"What happened?" He said sharply, calling back for the nurse as he moved readily towards Bel, reaching for whichever body the young demon would release to him.

"Hockey fan from hell," Phoebe murmured, slumping against Cole as her eyes closed again.

Anders was barely conscious and couldn't keep his eyes open from the pain, but he swayed a little bit toward Wilson and mumbled, "'s Phoebe 'kay?"

It was going to be a long night for Wilson.

Jim didn't look anything more than angry. Angry, and carrying an unconscious and bleeding-from-the-temple Lana.

Bel pressed Phoebe into Wilson's arms. "Some maniac in the woods," he said. "He slashed her in the shoulder and the back."

Wilson scooped Phoebe up carefully, heedless of the blood that stained his shirt and he started to move down the hallway with her.

"Bel! Put Anders in exam two (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/331876.html?thread=8250212#t8250212)." He shouted over his shoulder while he carried Phoebe down to exam three (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/331876.html?thread=8250468#t8250468).

Bel half-carried, half-dragged Anders into the exam room and helped him up on the table. He was used to blood, but not this much pouring out of the body of someone he cared about.

Wilson had at least ditched his bloodied shirt for a set of scrubs by this point, though they looked a bit stupid overtop of his khakis but who was really paying attention.

Frowning darkly as yet another one of his young friends was brought in injured tonight, Wilson moved forward quickly but didn't try to take Lana from Jim.

He liked his arms attached to his shoulders.

"Bring her down to exam four (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/331876.html?thread=8250724#t8250724)."

Bel nodded and helped Anders to Exam Two.

Anders leaned against him, his eyes mostly shut. "Where's Phoebe?" he asked thickly, panic seeping through the stupor.

Jim nodded shortly and followed the doctor to the exam room, his jaw clenched.

Shouldering the door open, Wilson carried Phoebe quickly over to the table and after a quick diagnostic glance, he set her gently down on her stomach.

"Nurse! Get her prepped for exam and pack those wounds, we need to slow the blood loss."

The nurse nodded smartly and moved towards Phoebe, speaking soothingly to her as she began to cut away what remained of Phoebe's shirt.

Reaching for his own now blood soaked shirt, Wilson leaned down and smiled calmly to Phoebe.

"I'll be right back, Phoebe. I'm just going to go check on Anders and Bel."

[ooc: Because omg no seeing nekkid siblets!]

Phoebe felt herself being carried, but she wasn't exactly sure where she was. Pain that seemed to be everywhere at once and blood loss was wreaking havoc with her senses. "He stabbed Cole right through the chest," she murmured. "Hurt him and Anders..." She was starting to shake. "Hurt them bad."

While the nurse tended to stripping the remainder of Phoebe's clothes, Wilson came back through the door to exam two. He was in the midst of ditching his bloodied dress shirt and ducking into fresh scrubs.

"Alright, gentlemen, who wants to give me the quick and dirty version of what happened?"

He asked it as much to distract Bel as for any real need to know, his hands already reaching for Anders to check him out.

"Put her up on the table, Jim." Wilson said in a calm voice as he reached for a pair of rubber gloves, giving Jim as much chance as possible to keep in touch with Lana before he had to ask the young man to step back.

"Can you tell me how she hit her head?"

What the bloody hell is going on here?!?

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FTEC - Tuesday Evening Shift 5/22

Front Desk - 5/22

Exam One - Chad Sado

Exam Two

Exam Three

Exam Four

Exam Five

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