Fandom Clinic, Tuesday

[doctorgingerspice]

There had been a Santa hat on Will's head when he woke up today. Automatically, he'd reached up to pull it off- only to find there was now a hat in his hand and still one on his head.

And that was when Will remembered, oh right, he'd been told about this, the hats that wouldn't go away. So he'd resigned himself to his Santa-hat-clad fate and gone in to open up the clinic.

Shockingly, there were actual patients to see today- nothing too serious, but apparently a couple of NPC island residents had tried a little too hard to take off those Santa hats. Really, you'd think they'd know better.

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[alwaysonguard]

After a morning at the park and a few errands, Dwight figured since he had a small lull in the work projects before things really kicked into gear with an upcoming project, he should probably take care of something he had been putting off for too long. And now that the island had a fully-staffed clinic, with an actual doctor and everything, he figure now was as good a time as any.

"Hey Will" he said in greeting as he walked into the clinic. "How's it going? Love the hat!"

[doctorgingerspice]

“You too,” Will grinned back at him. “Though funny story, I’ve dealt with no less than three people today who were determined to be hatless. They absolutely did not succeed, for the record.”

[alwaysonguard]

"Really? sheesh, you would think most people would know by now. I mean yeah, they are a bit annoying" Dwight said fiddling with the slightly too small for his head hat. "But I will take this over a lot of other things."

"But I guess things are good here then? I'm sure Fandom is no where near as hectic as the big city. You adjusting to that part of things ok?

Because sure the oddness you could just lean into at times. Boredom was a whole different monster, that Dwight knew all too well.

[doctorgingerspice]

“As best I can,” Will acknowledged, because yeah, it was hard. And that mostly wide-open schedule left him with plenty of free time to stress out about.. certain things.

It could be worse, though. During last week’s check-in call, Agent Lee had let it slip that the FBI’s backup plan, if they hadn’t been able to find him a place here, had been a hotel room in Phoenix. And unlike the relative freedom he enjoyed here, there he would’ve been more or less confined to the hotel room for his own safety.

[alwaysonguard]

"Well, you seem to be doing a pretty good job at it" Dwight offered. "I know a few people here who have been on the island a lot longer than I have and they still have trouble accepting the oddness. "It's good to get into whatever routine you can and stay busy."

(says the man with about five side projects going on at any given time)

"Gotta take care of yourself right? Which.... kinda brings me to my reason for the visit."

[doctorgingerspice]

“Oh?” Will said, eyebrow raised and with a slight smile. “So this wasn’t just a social call, then?”

[alwaysonguard]

"Eh, mostly social. But figured since there was a now a staffed clinic right here in town, and I'm not, ya know, dealing with town-ending Troubles every other day like I was back home... Figured it might be time to at least get pretend I care about my health and all" Dwight said with a smirk.

[doctorgingerspice]

Will nodded.

"That makes sense," he agreed. "Well, if you're after a full physical, I think I can squeeze you in today," he joked, with a quick glance around the extremely empty waiting room.

[alwaysonguard]

"If nothing else, maybe you can help me figure out what to do about this back of mine" Dwight said with a slight wince. "Think the last few years back home have finally caught up with me. Up to the challenge, doc?" he joked.

[doctorgingerspice]

"I think I can handle it," Will replied drily, gesturing for Dwight to follow him back to one of the exam rooms.