Jan 10, 2009 21:16
The long weekends made it that much harder to get up at a reasonable hour, but Wilson wasn't one to be late when he had patients waiting for him. And the time off was appreciated, since trying to act as a therapist pushed past his comfort zone and tired him out more than he expected. It took him by surprise, and when he would come back from a day spent at Landel's, he often found that he was exhausted.
Part of him wondered if he was just losing his touch, getting older. At one point, while working in the hospital dealing with cancer cases and consults, he could go through patient after patient each day and was hardly effected about it. Nowadays, that seemed almost impossible.
Digging in his coat for his key, Wilson adjusted his coffee and then got the door to his office open, stepping inside with a small sigh. It wasn't the same as his one about at Princeton-Plainsboro, but it had been a few weeks that he'd worked here now, and he was starting to get used to it.
His first patient of the week was Caleb, who'd been having some relationship problems that Wilson had also heard the other side of. He was curious to hear about how it had developed, and so he sipped at his coffee as he waited for the patient to show up.
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