Clinic Hours, Monday Evening
Late Monday afternoon found James Wilson back in the clinic. Yes, he really was this much of a workaholic as it beat sitting around thinking about things he wasn't entirely certain he was ready to be thinking about.
Swiping a red lollipop from House's private stash, the oncologist dug through a few old medical journals until he found one he hadn't had time to read up on yet and then strolled into the clinic. Tugging a plastic chair away from the wall, he pulled it up next to one of the beds and flopped into it, long legs immediately sprawling up against the bedframe, as it was impossible for Wilson to sit properly in a chair.
He didn't know if he should expect any visitors on a Monday and what sounded like a busy Monday for the school but he'd settle in for a few hours and at least pretend to read the journal in his lap, just in case anyone happened to need him.
(ooc- I should be around until 11ish EST)
Swiping a red lollipop from House's private stash, the oncologist dug through a few old medical journals until he found one he hadn't had time to read up on yet and then strolled into the clinic. Tugging a plastic chair away from the wall, he pulled it up next to one of the beds and flopped into it, long legs immediately sprawling up against the bedframe, as it was impossible for Wilson to sit properly in a chair.
He didn't know if he should expect any visitors on a Monday and what sounded like a busy Monday for the school but he'd settle in for a few hours and at least pretend to read the journal in his lap, just in case anyone happened to need him.
(ooc- I should be around until 11ish EST)