fandom_clinic | FTEC - Wednesday Day Shift

About twenty minutes after opening the store, Andrew reached up to scratch his head and discovered he was bleeding. The bird had evidently been more successful in it's attack than he had realized.

Secure in the knowledge that he now had the Avian Flu, Andrew ran to the clinic and rushed into the waiting room holding his head and looking panicked.

Wilson looked up from what he was working on when he heard the door open and he stood, frowning worriedly as Andrew looked genuinely panicked.

"Andrew?"

"It was a bird," Andrew said quickly. "A giant bird and it attacked my head."

Then he got a good look at who he was speaking to, and paused.

"Hi, there, Dr. Wilson," he said.

This would never not be awkward.

Frowning, Wilson -who was completely oblivious to the omg!awkward- walked to Andew, reaching up to try to get a look under his hands, attempting to assess how much damage there was.

"A giant bird attacked your head? What happened?" You know, the fact that he had to ask what else, besides a giant bird attacking, was just a testament to Fandom weirdness.

"It pecked me," he said lamely, removing his hand and wincing in preparation for, well, whatever.

"I've got it, don't I? The avian flu..."

[Damage? Besides Andrew flailing? :D]

Wilson peered at Andrew's head.

"Around here, Andrew? You're more likely to now be possessed by some sort of ancient demon or trickster god than have avian flu."

...

Was that strangely comforting?

[small scratch only! :)]

"Oh, good," Andrew actually seemed to relax. Demon possession was something he was a little more familiar with.

"Is it bad? Because it was bleeding like crazy." It really hadn't bled much at all.

It took a bit of shifting around in Andrew's hair for Wilson to find what he sort of thought the young man might be talking about?

"You mean this scratch here?"

Poke!

"Ow!" Andrew cried out dramatically. "Yeah, that one."

He was trying really hard not to stare at Dr. Wilson as all this was going on.

Drawing Andrew over, Wilson set him down in the chair at the front desk and then disappeared back into an exam room. He returned with cotton swaps and some hydrogen peroxide.

"Believe me, Andrew it would cause more trama for me to stitch," he said, not unkindly, sitting down on the desk and laying out the cotton swabs.

"My diagnosis is, you'll survive."

"But what about antibiotics? Shouldn't I get like a giant shot of them? I hear that animal inflicted wounds are full of dangerous diseases and bacterias."

Andrew paused. "Rabies? Could I get rabies from a bird peck? It could have totally been rabid, that might explain it."

"You might also have been too close to it's nest," Wilson pointed out as he cleaned the peck.

"If you want to go through the treatment for rabies I can certainly oblige you but I have to tell you, it's pretty miserable."

Finished, he leaned back and looked at the young man before smiling gently.

"Tell you what, how about I take some blood. I'll run a full panel and if I find something that looks like it needs to be treated, I'll call you back in and in the meantime I'll give you a shot of antibiotics, because you're right about the potential for infection."

Andrew's eyes went wide. "You need to draw blood?" That was it, he was going to die from a bird peck.

"Whatever you think it best. You're the doctor," he said faintly.

"Well, I don't need to," Wilson said soothingly. "But I thought you might feel better if we eliminated all possible ailments?"

"If you took blood, would that check my cholesterol as well? My aunt has high cholesterol. It runs in the family. How's Aziraphale?" That was pretty much all in one breath.

"Err, I could run a panel for cholesterol," Wilson said a bit dubiously.

He looked away, taking care of dumping the cotton balls and recapping the peroxide before answering the question about the angel.

"I don't know," Wilson said. "I haven't heard from him."

"Ah, I guess he's not somewhere he can drop a postcard," Andrew said, recalling the last conversation he had with Aziraphale.

"I'm sure he's doing well."

Wilson looked up at Andrew and then smiled reassuringly.

"He might not even be in this dimension, Andrew. I'm sure once he's back to where he can make contact, he'll make contact to everyone he promised."

Phale was good like that.

Andrew nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure he will," he said.

"So is this shot going to hurt?"

"Nope," Wilson said as he disappeared only to return with a blood kit. "I'm something of a professional."

Which with a needle, he was actually and unless Andrew was overly hypersensitive and even then, he might find the blood draw little more than a minimal pinch.

"Oh, look at that," Andrew said, looking at the kit in Dr. Wilson's hands. He pulled up the sleeve of his shirt and shut his eyes.

Wilson chuckled.

"You can open your eyes, Andrew. I'm done."

He opened one eye and looked about. "Really? That was it?" That wasn't so bad.

Andrew rubbed at his arm. "So now what?"

Palming the little vial, since he didn't entirely trust that Andrew wouldn't pass out if he saw blood ... at least if he saw his blood, Wilson smiled at the young man.

"I'll run the tests and call you with the results," he promised. "Is there anything else you need, Andrew?"

Andrew just shook his head and stood up -- slowly, because he wasn't sure he wouldn't pass out for the blood loss.

"No," he said. "I should probably be getting back to work."

Wilson was fairly certain Andrew wasn't in danger but he reached out a steadying hand if it were needed.

"All right, by all means though take it easy at work today. No bending or heavy lifting and make sure you get a good meal and some juice in you."

"Thank you," Andrew replied as he turned to walk out.

"Oh, and if you're outside, watch out for crazy birds," he warned.

FTEC - Wednesday Day Shift

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