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FTEC - Monday Day Shift 6/4

Wilson was yawning more than a little bit as he made his way into the clinic Monday morning.

Also, despite the fact that he was wearing a dress shirt, he was not wearing a tie as the collar of said shirt had been left undone. His neck was a bit sore this morning...no, he wasn't making any effort to hide why his neck was a bit sore this morning.

Some hickies you just wear with pride.

Talking with the on duty nurse, Wilson frowned a little that Gwynn hadn't yet made a break for freedom and sat down with her chart to see if there was anything possibly delying her recovery.

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Ping!

If a rather satisfied-looking angel happened to wander into the clinic not long after it opened, a sack of scones in his hand and a newspaper tucked under his arm, well...that wasn't really a terribly unusual occurance, was it?

Bel shimmered into the clinic, Anders and Phoebe wrapped around him. He wasn't panicking, though, and they weren't bleeding, so that was a plus.

Phoebe smiled at her sib. "Hi."

Not bleeding was always a plus in Wilson's book, though he might have looked a bit panicked when they first shimmered in.

"Uh ... morning?" He offered as he stood up, totally forgetting about the open collar of his shirt.

Anders hoped his eyebrow hadn't quirked too much at what said open collar revealed, because wow, hi, teachers' love lives ranked up there in the 'don't wanna think about it' department.

"Hi, Doctor Wilson. Bel here's all impatient about getting us checked over to see if we can get these damn stitches out yet."

Wilson arched an eyebrow and his lips twitched in a knowing manner.

"Sure, you three want to come on back to exam two (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/338317.html?thread=8586381#t8586381) and I'll take a look?"

Phoebe wasn't bothered by what the open collar revealed. She was over-joyed that her sibs were happy.

They weren't teachers to her.

If she has yet to make her escape, please wait for her to ping in please.

She has not yet made her escape, but she seems to have a failsafe plan now.

She has figured out that she needs to sneak past the front desk. She is good at this. However, she made sure to pull out the needles from the IVs first.

She was now standing next to her bed and making her way stealthily to the door to get the lay of the land.

And as luck would have it, here came Conner and Shawn, up to the other side of the door . . .

Shawn rubbed his hands together, call it preparation or something. Weirdly enough, he kind of enjoys this.

"Does she actually know you're bringing me in for this?"

"Um . . ." Conner coughed. "No? I sort of thought the stealth-ninja approach would work best."

Actually he forgot, but that doesn't sound half as impressive, now, does it?

"Think I'll let you do the explaining then," Shawn said, with a quiet huff of amusement.

And that would be when Gwynn carefully opened the door to make good her escape...

[[OOC: So sorry! Pain plus lack of notifications!]]

Shawn wasn't really expecting that, and took a slight step back.

He then smiled sheepishly at her, and raised a hand in a sort of greeting. "Hey, Gwynn."

Caught!

Gwynn blinked in confusion and then smiled. "Hello, Shawn." She gave Conner a guilty look. "I... was thirsty?" she said lamely.

Empty for the moment

"I want to be sure how physically active they're able to be," Bel said as he and Phoebe and Anders and Wilson entered the room. His tone was entirely innocent, of course.

"Planning to take up volleyball?" Wilson asked with equal innocence as he motioned Phoebe and Anders up onto the table.

"Kickboxing." Phoebe said with a smile.

She was serious... really.

"Baseball," Anders added in a 'duh' tone.

. . . given his past history with baseball as a, ahem, creative endeavor, the interpretation of that was entirely subjective.

Wilson considered giving the three of them an infamous biology of sex lecture he'd heard but ~~his mun couldn't find the transcript~~ he decided he didn't want to witness poor Anders die of embaressment.

... again.

Instead he chuckled softly and began to examine the suture sites.

"Well, I must say I am pleased with the progress," he hedged ... teasingly.

"I've been making them take it easy," Bel said, watching. "No exertions, plenty of rest."

Stepping back from the pair, he moved so that he could see all three.

"Well, I wouldn't recommend anything too strenuous," leave the trapese in the closet for a bit. "But I imagine that light exercise at this point would be best so that your muscles don't continue to get lazy. Shall I take out the stitches then?"

"Yes, please, Sib. I'm tired of feeling useless."

Okay, we'll leave the trapeze in the closet, but the trampoline is so coming out.

Mentally filed under the TMI folder!

Smiling, Wilson went to put on gloves and get some scissors and a pair of tweezers.

Luckily stitches were sooo much easier coming out than going in.

~~Oh I get it, talking to your Siblet about your sex life with angels is okay, but your little Siblet mentions anything about hers...~~

Phoebe let James take out Anders's stitches first so they could all make sure he was okay.

Shush. She fusses over them.

~~And who came to whom with a pregnancy scare, young lady??~~

Wilson obeyed this Siblet as it was always easier than disobeying the siblet and in short order Anders was free of some of Wilson's best knitting.

Next up was Phoebe. Wilson was perhaps a little quiet as he worked on her but in the end he had a ready smile.

"There you go, guys. Free of the itch."

Oh, like Anders didn't do the same, with the fussing?

"She's gonna be okay, right?" he asked immediately. "I mean, like, no reason for Bel to worry about us all the time?"

Not that he wouldn't anyway. But you know.

Wilson shot Bel a quick glance and then smiled at Anders and Phoebe.

"You two still need to be aware of the fact that you were gravely injured a couple of weeks ago. A bit of fussing is not out of line but at the same time, it is important to get back into your physical routine, otherwise it's going to get even harder to get back into shape.

"How physical?" Bel asked casually. Or as casually as he could.

Setting his hands on his hips, Wilson eyed the door to make sure it was closed, just for radio sake and then looked at the three of them again.

"You can have sex, just hold off on the bondage for awhile, all right?"

Not that he had any knowledge of ... uh ... bondage. Just ignore the marks on his neck.

....

Poor Anders

Anders made a funny strangled sound that was halfway between an embarrassed cough and a sigh of relief. "Well . . . you did say to get back into our normal physical routine . . ."

Bel coughed and tried to look like he had no idea what Wilson was talking about.

"Use lots of lube," he advised and made shooing motions towards the three of them.

"Yes, sir," Bel said solemnly, then grinned, grabbed Anders and Phoebe's hands, and sped out the door.

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FTEC - Monday Day Shift 6/4

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