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Harley's morning coffee was a little extended today. She'd left late for work, so she had her breakfast with her as well.
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Wyatt showed up for his last shift, anticipating a quiet evening.
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There were still a few patients lingering from the events of the past weekend in the clinic I think. Wyatt checked on them before taking his usual Tuesday night spot behind the front desk.
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Wyatt was in his customary Tuesday night position, watching the NBA finals. Go Celtics!
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Wyatt was behind the desk for his clinic shift, grateful for such inventions as air conditioning.
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Wyatt was behind the front desk and on his laptop, wondering why his gmail was acting up.
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Wyatt was manning the quiet clinic, watching the NBA playoffs on the waiting room TV.
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Wyatt was behind the front desk of the clinic, looking up things to do in France on his laptop.
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The clinic was quiet, and Wyatt was currently browsing the web on his laptop, looking for spoilers for the upcoming new Illinois Smith movie.
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Wyatt was behind the front desk, checking out websites of fun things to do in Greece.
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The clinic was quiet as Wyatt arranged portal transportation and hotel rooms for his parents and grandfather for graduation.

His laptop, it should be noted, had a picture of Victoria and Isabel for wallpaper.
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Wyatt reported for his clinic shift, spending the time to study for his remaining finals.
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Wyatt was behind the front desk, idly surfing the web, wondering if FTD made a "I'm sorry my evil doppelganger tried to kill you" bouquet.
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Wyatt realized he had a package waiting for him as he was heading to work, so he grabbed it and waited to open it when he reached the clinic. It was from Piper, not the Piper he'd come to know at Fandom, but his actual mother. Inside he found a raggedy-looking teddy bear, along with a note. Dear Wyatt, I took this with me to remind me of you. I thought maybe you would like it back. Love, Mom.

Wyatt looked at the bear, shook his head, and laughed. He vaguely remembered the old toy, but why his mother thought he might want it now, he didn't know.
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Wyatt reported for his shift at the clinic, robo!baby in tow. He hadn't been able to convince Isabel to take her for the evening. Fortunately, the nurses seemed to think she was adorable.
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After a quick stop at Ronan's party, Wyatt headed over to the clinic for his shift. He was running late so he orbed right into the lobby, startling a nurse, who proceeded to chastise him about teleporting without knocking.
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The clinic was quiet, so Wyatt was catching up on some educational reading. If by educational you meant Dr. Troy's magazine stash.
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For whatever reason, Wyatt hadn't been able to stop singing all day. Every time a thought crossed his mind, he'd burst into song about it.

Lady, when you're with me I'm smiling
Give me all your love
Your hands build me up when I'm sinking
Touch me and my troubles all fade
Lady, from the moment I saw you
Standing all alone
You gave all the love that I needed
So shy, like a child who has grown
'Cause you're my lady of the morning
Love shines in your eyes
Sparkling, clear, and lovely
You're my lady


The nurse who was on duty passed through the front lobby and raised an eyebrow at him. "I was thinking of my girlfriend!" he protested, silently cursing Fandom weirdness.

The clinic was open and musical.
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Wyatt was behind the front desk, flipping through some magazines and wondering what his girlfriend was up to tonight.
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Wyatt was behind the front desk, watching the season finale of Hearts 'n' Scalpels. What, there was nothing else on.
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The clinic was open, and Wyatt was behind the front desk, browsing the web on his laptop and making sure all the things he'd ordered for Valentine's Day presents for Isabel were going to arrive on time.
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The clinic was empty and quiet, so Wyatt was leaning back in his chair, feet on the front desk, reading a book on Greek mythology.
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The clinic was open and the doctor was in!

[ooc: Sorry for lateness, was getting a cast put on.]
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The clinic was open but now empty of its former patients, so Wyatt was studying, if by "studying" you meant flicking paper footballs across the front desk through a goal post made of office supplies. TK made it temptingly easy to cheat.
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Wyatt was bummed to be missing Bridge's party. But, well, at least here there was less of a chance of any awkward encounters here at the clinic.
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Wyatt arrived for his shift at the clinic and found two patients in Mysterious Unexplained Comas. He checked to make sure the patients were comfortable, but didn't try to heal either of them. He'd learned that if Fandom wanted you in a coma, you were going to stay in that coma.
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Wyatt was behind the front desk, idly browsing the web on his laptop, looking for a potential present to buy his newly-discovered sister. Problem was, he didn't know what Melinda liked, and some of the suggested possibilities were frightening. Maybe he'd have to ask Savannah what young teenage girls were into these days.
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Wyatt reported for clinic duty, though he'd much rather have been out with Excalibur, vampire hunting. He checked on Willow and tried to heal her, but he couldn't wake her. His healing powers still weren't working, and he wasn't sure they'd ever come back now. This made for an unhappy angel.
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Wyatt was behind the front desk at the clinic. The TV was on and playing "American Riches," and he couldn't help but think that stealing the Declaration of Independence would be so much easier when you could orb.
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The clinic was open, and Wyatt was behind the front desk, surfing the web. He had a checklist of holiday present ideas for Chris, Grandpa Victor, Piper (with a second mention of Piper and a question mark), Phoebe, and Prue. And one other name that had a lot of potential ideas written under it.
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Wyatt was behind the front desk, playing with the runes from Prophecy class. Every once in awhile he would get one that seemed a little disturbing.
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Showing up for his shift this week was a relief compared to last. Still, it wasn't good to see Adah still suffering from what the plague had done to her body. Naturally, Wyatt tried to heal her. But nothing happened.

He stared at his hands and tried ago. No light, no tingling, no nothing. And suddenly he was very afraid he'd burned himself out trying to help people last week.
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Wyatt was behind the front desk, using his laptop to idly learn about Boston and see if there was anything interesting to do while he and Isabel were there.
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Wyatt was manning the front desk. The clinic was quiet, so he was leaning back in the chair and watching Skeletons.
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Wyatt was sitting at the front desk, browsing the web on his laptop. He totally wasn't looking up floral deliveries. That would be an indication that he might be dangerously close to being head-over-heels in love.
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Wyatt was still a little rattled by the weird events of the day, but he was able to get to the clinic on time for his shift. He did, however, keep an eye out for any random monkeys, mosquitoes, or vines that could still be around.

And he really hoped penguins didn't like board games.
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Wyatt opened up the clinic for the evening, still troubled by what he had heard on the radio last night. Yay? Ooops?
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Wyatt arrived on time for his clinic shift, glad he hadn't had one to forget over the weekend. The clinic was empty and quiet. He idly rummaged through the front desk and found a copy of the latest issue of Maxim. Looking at hot scantily-clad chicks could be a good distraction from things on his mind. Maybe.
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After orbing to Roswell and bringing Isabel back to Fandom, Wyatt headed down to the clinic for his shift.

He was currently not browsing the web, looking for prank sites. The thought never crossed his mind.
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Wyatt was coming down off the sugar/caffeine high by the time he headed down to the clinic for his shift. He was no longer vibrating at the speed of light -- more like the speed of sound.
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Wyatt brought his laptop to the clinic that night. If it was quiet, he could get some homework done.

Or he might have been collecting various links to send Anders that proved that Arthur and Lancelot were NOT sleeping together.
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Wyatt had handwavily applied for one of the open shifts at the clinic and was now in charge for the first time. Seemed like a pretty cushy job, baring dinosaur invasions and the like. He figured he could get some practice in with his healing powers.

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It had been a long night at the clinic.

Rather than bother trying to go home, Wilson had stayed on through the night, helping the nurse wake Lana hourly and also keeping Phoebe and Anders as comfortable as possible.

Jim and Bel had been discreetly watched over as well.

Aziraphale, bless him, had come down with a late night/early morning snack of grilled cheese sandwiches and later with omlettes and coffee but other than a quick break to grab a shower, Wilson had stayed put.

Morning found him napping relaxing in the front desk chair.

[ooc: please wait for The OCDs are up!]

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