That talk with Venkman had done a decent job of calming Wilson down, but only to the point that he was able to return to his office feeling bitter but not wound up. While they both agreed that this whole situation was beyond strange, that still didn't give them a way out of it. He wondered what would happen if they both just jumped in a car and ( Read more... )

His patient hadn't shown up ( Read more... )

Coming into the hospital only to see it in a state that made it feel more like it was a prison on lockdown was enough to throw Wilson for a loop. While he realized that some of the patients here were dangerous enough to require that sort of behavior, he'd thought that the staff had been handling it pretty well on their own. So why were there a ton ( Read more... )

While Wilson could acknowledge that things could have gone worse with Max, he had to admit that he was worried about the patient. He seemed to have lost most of his hope and wasn't even attempting to try and get better at this point. The depression he was in was severe enough that he wished he could prescribe him something, but in good faith he ( Read more... )

As Wilson walked the same path toward his office, he couldn't help feeling like he would just be stuck in this same wacky position for forever. He knew that he was being melodramatic and ridiculous, and that he really hadn't been here all that long in the first place, but there was just so much that was odd about the job and that made him wonder ( Read more... )

While Mr. Rousseau (or Brook, as he liked to be called), had been a bit... eccentric ("kooky" was the more accurate, but less PC word), he had also been more or less harmless, and the session had gone as smoothly as could be expected. More than that, it had ended in a timely manner, giving Wilson the chance to have a leisurely lunch out on the ( Read more... )

The long weekend had mainly been spent catching up on sleep, grocery shopping, and watching bad television as he reflected on the fact that most of his patients hadn't shown signs of improving. Part of that was because they had serious problems, and part of it was because they were gone before he really got the chance to get to know them. Wilson ( Read more... )

All in all, it had been a pretty quiet day so far. As Wilson returned from the second floor patio to his office after lunch, he realized that it made sense, considering it was a Friday. Not that he imagined most of the patients here were too on top of which day it was. Still, it was possible the nurses did what they could to keep everyone calm ( Read more... )

Even though it was his final day of the work week, Wilson was energetic as he walked into Landel's Institute around ten o' clock on Friday morning. He had a coffee in one hand (at least the food establishments in Doyleton made decent-quality stuff) and his briefcase in the other as he strolled into his office. At least working on Friday meant that ( Read more... )

Somehow he'd managed to have a very calm morning. It wasn't often that Wilson met with two cooperative patients one after the other (a difficult one usually managed to work their way in somehow), so he was feeling refreshed and ready for his afternoon session ( Read more... )