Oct 25, 2005 10:02
Wilson was singing softly as he went about opening up the Clinic for the day. Though his voice certainly would not chase rats out of the barn, there was a pensiveness in his face as he moved around the waiting room and made sure everything was set up.
Retreating then to the front counter, he settled in with a pile of crossword puzzles charts and a large coffee.
No one mention the lack of food please, coffee is a perfectly viable diet. Unless your name is Parker
Doctor on Duty, come break a rib at him or something.
jonathan crane,
sam carter,
james wilson,
dream