FTEC - Wednesday Day Shift 8/15

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson was pensive as he opened the clinic today, several schools of thought weighing down his mind and making him restless.

Since sitting still held little appeal, he headed back into the exam rooms to clean for a bit.

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

It wasn't hard to figure out that the young doctor was fretful, and so sometime in the late morning, just about tea time, Aziraphale walked over to the clinic.

He knew that if Wilson was anxious, it wasn't likely he could coax the man into taking a break, so he brought a travel mug full of mint tea and a little container of miniature sandwiches. Things that could easily be eaten while working.

Stopping in the doorway to the exam room where Wilson was cleaning, the angel said with a soft chuckle, "I thought I was the one with the habit of dithering."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson was stretched out beneath an exam table, busy reattaching it to the floor.

"Hmm?" He said, which was a bit of an indicator that he was not in the mood to be 'cajoled'.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

With a little smile, Aziraphale watched the young doctor work for a moment. Then he said quietly, "I've brought you some tea and sandwiches. Things you can eat while you work. Shall I leave them on your desk?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Please," Wilson responded, bracing he feet on the floor and settling in to wrench down hard on the bolt.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

With a nod, Aziraphale stepped back out into the lobby to do just that.

Then, because he didn't want to leave with any kind of tension between them, he went back into the exam room. Crouching down on the floor, he laid his hand on Wilson's ankle, gave it a quick squeeze, and then rose and slipped out the door.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale was lucky he didn't get kicked.

The mortal was not in a particularly good mood.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

After class and after stopping in to check up on Bridge, Anders headed down to the clinic as he'd been asked to do yesterday.

"Hey, Doc," he called, wandering up to the front desk and looking around. "Doc?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Finishing up with the last exam room, Wilson called out from the back.

"Back here, Anders!"

He was, in fact, wrenching down the last bolt on an exam table as we speak.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Doc," said Anders once he'd followed the voice to its source, wondering briefly if that exam table had been a victim of his, Bel's, and Phoebe's extended clinic stay earlier this summer. "You wanted me to come by?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Finishing up the last bolt, Wilson slid out from beneath the bed and sat up.

"Yeah, I was thinking." Wilson paused cause this was going to sound a bit strange and might send Anders running for the hills with the wrong impression but... "Want to go grab a drink?"

Holding up his hand, he chuckled.

"No, I do not mean that in the classic sense. It just ... was sounding yesterday like you might want to talk about something that ... I think I can relate to and wouldn't mind discussing myself. Game?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You mean . . . about me and Bel and Phoebe, and you and . . . ?" Anders grinned. "I could definitely stand to vent at someone about that, and you'd understand better than anyone. I'm totally game."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Excellent," Wilson said with a nod. "Let me clean up here real quick and we can head out! (http://dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com/74658.html)"