FTEC - Wednesday Day Shift

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson was in the clinic early this morning, grumbling at his wrist which was now about two sizes it's normal circumfrence.

"Frikkin bag," he muttered as he sat down in the seat at the front desk and began to unpack the materials he'd snagged from the supply cabinet.

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Front Desk

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale had been baking. Evidence of that came from the scent of fresh apple spice cake that surrounded him as he came through the door of the clinic.

He set said cake, and a thermos of tea, on the desk and leaned across to steal a kiss. Then he arched an eyebrow at the bandage around Wilson's wrist.

"Oh goodness, James. What did you do?"

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Busted!

Wilson gave Aziaphale a rueful look and sighed.

"Punched a punching bag."

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale had never punched a punching bag. But he kind of had this idea that they were for, you know, punching.

"Er...did it hit back?"

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Actually ... no. It just hung there and didn't move, much when I hit it," Wilson admitted a bit bitterly.

Rassafrakkin stupid bag.

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. Aziraphale frowned, and then reached carefully for Wilson's wrist.

"Probably it wasn't set up properly," he suggested, with a determined nod. "Let me see, love?"

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson gave a wry little chuckle and shook his head.

"It was set up fine. I just had no idea what I was doing," he admitted, looking down at his bandaged wrist.

Then he peered suspiciously at the angel.

"No healing. I will wear the badge of my stupidity for a while longer."

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale chuckled. "James love, I promise, I've learned by now not to go around healing things unless I've got permission. I just want to take a look."

Mostly to assure himself it wasn't broken. He cradled Wilson's wrist gently in his hands, and nodded to himself when he saw that it was just a sprain. Then he leaned down and brushed his lips against the young doctor's fingers.

"I've got to go and open up the study hall for the day," he murmured reluctantly.

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson smiled warmly at his lover, pleased that Phale respected his wishes on the healing front and pulled his arm back to himself.

"All right, lover mine. You have a good day and enjoy the crossword."

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, James. You have a good quiet day here, and enjoy your soaps." Aziraphale winked, waving a hand at the television Wilson had been watching during Saturday's shift.

He snagged a piece of the spice cake for himself, and with a warm smile, headed out the door.

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[stanleykeyworth.livejournal.com]

Stan showed up with a small satchel, almost walking past the front desk and thus almost missing the man he was interested in seeing.

Not dirty.