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Wilson told House about his initial talk with Aziraphale, the conversation that focused on his own trials and tribulations rather then the angel's more personal struggles that had come later, while House held him and nuzzled against his neck, a hand idly stroking his hair. It segued in to Wilson telling House about Jonathan's injuries, and then sleep. Peaceful sleep. It wasn't until he woke up that House realised he hadn't taken his bedtime dose of Vicodin.

His leg was stiff, uncooperative. He groped for his pills form the bedisde table, and lay on his back while it worked itself through his system. Head turned to look at Wilson, to just watch him sleep, he found the steady rise and fall of his lover's breath.

He wanted to post another notice at the clinic, to let the students and staff know, unless one of the assistants opened the doors, the clinic would be closed. At least for a few hours. He sighed, sat up, and reached for his thigh with both hands. A few minutes gentle massage, combined with the Vicodin, worked enough of the kinks out that he could consider getting up.

Except he'd left his cane in the living room.

Another sigh, a glance at Wilson to make sure he was still sleeping peacefully, and he heaved himself up witht he aid of the bedside table. His pill bottle fell ove rnad rolled onto the floor. He'd just have to pick it up later. He slipped into a pair of sweats, but didn't bother with a shirt. He limped carefully out to get his cane, and more confidantly out to the clinic to post the same note he'd put up yesterday.

<Clinic Closed, due to personal emergancy. If you have an emergancy and require medical attention, contact Dr House via his pager. Do not page Dr House unless you have a valid medical emergancy. Do not attempt to page Dr Wilson. For any reason.

Satisfied, he headed back to the apartment to convince WIlson to spend a few daylight hours in bed.


[OOC: Wilson!mun is away from the computer all day. House!mun is away from the computer until...whenever...Could possibly be here by 3:30 EST, not likely before due to work. If youhave a medical emergancy...Please understand the muns are away. It would be really groovy is one of the active assistants could open the clinic for the day and negate House's memo. But understandable if that's not possible. Thanks]

Clinic Hours - Wednesday November 9th - Afternoon forward

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Wilson had spent the morning lounging with House, just simply spending time together enjoying really bad early morning game shows and -cough- other morning activities but he was now heading to the Clinic to put some time in.

If you left paperwork for too long, it multiplied at you. Plus the restlessness had returned and Wilson felt the need to escape the shadows that stillness brought close by working.

Whistling softly to himself, he opened the doors and flicked on the lights before setting a pot of Kona to brew. He checked in on Jack but had Archie's chart with him, reviewing it with an eye towards springing the young man. He also had Grissom's chart tucked under his arm and there was a small packet of messages that needed call backs, including one from the mainland.

Wilson was eyeing that last one with suspicion. He had a bad feeling it was a peer of his, calling in a favor. Setting it aside for the time being, the oncologist settled down at the front desk and began to weed through the paperwork in front of him.

Doctor now on Duty, come bleed or otherwise if you wish.

[ooc: Archie!mun, did you want your pup sprung or are we assuming he was already sprung?]

Counseling Hours for Wednesday November 9th

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( Jonathan Crane is here to help you, No matter *what* your problem is. Please, come visit him )

Jonathan is set up in one of the rooms at the Clinic, his face is still bruised, his nose is still broken, but he's smiling anyways. He's clearly a happy guy.



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