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FTEC - Saturday Evening Shift

Wilson was keeping a fairly low profile for Parents' Weekend and simply hoping that the clinic didn't end up getting a rush on from students breaking limbs while they tried to escape their families.

Settling down behind the front desk with his laptop and a latte, the doctor figured to pass a quiet evening.

He hoped.

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"And I am telling you that we won't," Angela replied.

"Then I'm afraid I can't help you, Mrs. Petrelli."

"I wasn't aware that this medical clinic was above the law," Angela replied.

"Last I checked, doctor/patient confidentiality was one of my laws."

"My son is a minor," Angela replied. "He has no right to privacy. Now what are you attempting to hide?"

Wilson did a bit of a mental double take when she said that, surprised at such an attitude. Though really, he shouldn't have been, he'd seen it often enough and what made it galling, is she was playing that one damn card that couldn't be over ridden.

Setting his hands on his hip, Wilson looked down at he feet for a long moment and then turned and walked behind the front desk. It didn't take him long to locate the file, make a copy and slid it into a manila envelope.

This, he then held out wordlessly to Peter's mother.

Angela took it and read. There was a slight twitch in her jaw, but otherwise she kept her expression strictly neutral.

"A coma," she said.

As it seemed to be a statement and not a question, Wilson didn't volunteer anything.

In fact it had been a statement. Whatever Angela thought about what she'd read she was keeping to herself. She gave the file back as coolly as if she was handing one of her coats over to a servant to take to be dry cleaned. "I will be kept informed of every time my son is seen by someone who works here. I don't care if it's only a momentary stop to pick up a lollipop. Am I making myself clear?"

"Of course," Wilson said demurely. "I'll make sure a memo gets in this file."

"Thank you," Angela said. She smoothed down the front of her coat as she readied to go. "I'm glad this matter could be settled before there was any ugliness."

Wilson bit back any number of rejoinders that came to mind and simply smiled politely.

"Enjoy the rest of your weekend, Mrs. Petrelli."

"Thank you," Angela replied. She left without a second glance.

Wilson sat down behind the desk and just because he never liked to lie ... well not blatantly anyway, he wrote up the promised memo to all staff about Peter Petrelli.

He then put the memo carefully in the file Mrs. Petrelli had been looking over and then he walked back to get a cup of coffee.

Five minutes later, he returned to the desk and picked up said file. Which was, after all a copy and you didn't just leave copies of patients' medical records laying around.

Dropping the file in the shredder, he smirked as he noted the tail end of his memo being ground up by the blades.

"Whoops, pity that."

Turning back to his laptop, Wilson sipped his coffee and got back to work on his journal article.

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