Clinic's Open the Day after Homecoming

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Wilson had a large cup of coffee in one hand and was covering a yawn with the other as he gave the door to the clinic a skillful hip check to throw it open. Padding on into House’s office, he set down the coffee and then tucked the keys into his pocket, reaching automatically for the lab coat hanging from the back of the door.

It was the morning after Homecoming and though House was still solidly passed out in bed back in the apartment, Wilson had found himself waking at his habitual hour with a pounding head and a rather tantalizing case of whisker burn. For those of you keeping track, there hadn’t been any actual sex but there had been a heavy enough necking session that Wilson was dressed in a turtleneck this fine autumn morning.

Cursing his internal clock, along with the morass of thoughts chasing them selves around in his brain, Wilson had gone ahead and gotten out of bed. House was deeply asleep for what felt like the first time in… many, many years and Wilson didn’t want his restlessness to wake the older man.

There was a lot, a hell of a lot on Wilson’s mind so, he was opening the clinic. Work had always provided him with a certain level of escape from the demons of his own mind and he spent a lot of time running from those demons. It was probably part of why he was one of the youngest doctors to be at the top of his field.

If nothing else, Wilson wanted to do an inventory, to make an accurate restock of the place in the wake of O’Neill’s bunch of merry casualties and also to be available if anyone found themselves in need of the clinic’s attention in the bright light of the morning.

Warning, he does reserve the right to make fun of any and all hangover victims.