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Day 24; Doctor's Office #6; Dr. Wilson

May 20, 2007 04:45

It had been a long time since Wilson had been this alert at this time of the morning. It was past breakfast, yes, but he was usually only completely and utterly awake by lunch hour. Today, though? And he wasn't sure why, but today he felt like his mind was as sharp as when he had been in medical school. The only problem was that it was too sharp - ( Read more... )

dean winchester, obi-wan kenobi, wilson

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thehellismycar May 20 2007, 12:52:17 UTC

"Therapy session my ass," he muttered in an undertone, the means in which his nurse powerfully steered him to the doctor office adding to this theory; all of this? A load of crap, just like everything else the Institute had served up for him so far, with the exception of a few allies and (what he hoped to be) a curvy, busty beauty awaiting him. He could feel the eyes of his brother on him already, blah blah blah, telling him off for chasing women when they had a severe matter to deal with here ( ... )

damned_doctors May 20 2007, 22:37:34 UTC

His first patient was here already? But he hadn't finished this yet. Wilson's eyes were widened and focused as he stared down at the puzzle as if it was a high level math problem. His elbows were skewed out as he tightly gripped the toy with both hands, sending up a quick glance at the patient - a new one, he realized - before returning his focus to his top priority at the moment.

"Wait," he ordered, the word coming out quick and clipped. "I mean, sit down. But hold on. You know what I mean." He wasn't even certain why he was so damned and determined to beat this thing, but he couldn't put it down until he had. Some part of his mind was protesting that this was bad form, that it wasn't professional, but he couldn't help himself.

thehellismycar May 21 2007, 01:09:07 UTC

The befuddling orders had Dean's lips parted in a terribly lopsided smirk. Yes, Dr. Wilson. Anything, Dr. Wilson. He rolled his eyes and sat down, folding one leg over the other while tapping the right arm of his chair with an impatient hand. Another moment and his posture drooped. He didn't really want this man's attention, but it was better than watching him fiddle with that thing for an hour.

He let out a low sigh and clapped, hoping to cause Wilson to flinch.

"So, doc. We gonna do this or what?" And out of the blue, he experienced an inner assertion demanding he put his feet up on the guy's desk.

damned_doctors May 21 2007, 22:46:28 UTC

The noise did cause the doctor to twitch slightly, but luckily it wasn't enough of a tremor that it ruined his process with the game. "Hoooold on..." he assured the patient, biting down hard on his lip as he continued to fumble with the small children's toy.

"There!" he announced, slamming the piece of plastic down a bit too hard onto his desk. Apparently, he had won... Or at least he was satisfied with his progress.

"Sorry about that," he said, seeming to come to his senses now that his attention was rerouted. "That's weird... I don't know why I had to do that, but it seems wrong to leave things unfinished. Gotta be thorough. So, let's do that. Be thorough, I mean. How are you feeling?" The words came out in a jumble, either unconnected or running together without pause.

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braidless May 20 2007, 16:13:58 UTC

Obi-Wan wasn't particularly fond of the whole therapy session concept. By now he knew the doctors here really had little power or say in what became of their patients, which further reaffirmed the fact that Landel's Institute was nothing more than an elaborate act during the day. It was a little frustrating, to say the least. After all, the staff was obviously going out of their way to keep the prisoners busy, and Obi-Wan simply had more important things to do ( ... )

damned_doctors May 20 2007, 22:46:35 UTC

"Morning," he greeted, and it was true that he would come off quite differently as compared to their first meeting. He was sitting straighter in his seat, there was thin sheen of sweat coating his forehead, and he kept bouncing his leg under his desk with the need to move. This was more than just drinking too much coffee ( ... )

braidless May 20 2007, 23:28:40 UTC

It was true Wilson seemed a lot more...energetic than he had the other week. Jittery, even, though Obi-Wan was a loss as to why he'd be acting this way. Come to think of it, was Wilson...sweating?

The Jedi couldn't help but be faintly startled when the doctor lost hold of the file and scattered the papers all over the floor. He almost rose out of his seat to assist him, but Wilson seemed fairly eager to collect them himself, so he stayed put.

"Are you...all right?" Obi-Wan asked instead with a small frown. "You seem to be sweating, but it doesn't really feel that hot in here." Maybe he was ill. Obi-Wan hoped it wasn't contagious, whatever it was. The last thing he needed was to get sick. Still, it was odd that Wilson was acting so scattered. It was a sharp contrast from the calm and friendly doctor he remembered.

damned_doctors May 21 2007, 22:49:52 UTC

After a few fumbles where he would pick up a sheet of paper only to drop it again, he finally collected all of the forms that made up Ezra's file. Everything was completely out of order now, however, which meant that it wouldn't be of much use to him until he could figure out what was what.

He had been crouched under his desk while collecting those papers, so the patient's voice was muffled - not to mention it was hard enough for Wilson to focus on any one thing. "What?" he called out, quickly lifting his head, which meant he ended up banging it against the underside of his desk.

"Ow!" he hissed, pulling back and then standing up properly this time. He had one hand pressed to his head as he winced. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

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