After the WO
Even though a frantic and thorough review of previous MRIs had revealed nothing, Wilson had still scheduled Kai in for an MRI first thing in the morning, pulling a couple of strings to get the test run even though it was a Sunday morning. He’d reviewed the new films with a fine tooth comb, employing a couple different techniques and had eventually found exactly what Kai had voiced concerns about.
The tumor had shifted in such a way that it was invading the frontal lobe of Kai’s brain, possibly compromising Kai’s emotional stability.
Wilson had stayed a couple of hours past his shift in order to follow up with the test results, getting Kai scheduled for a full psyche evaluation as well as more physical testing. This could make his prospective course of treatment a little more… dangerous and he honestly wasn’t at all sure what to do at this point.
So, feeling lost and a little defeated, Wilson had finally left the hospital and headed for the brownstone. Thoughts were whirling through his head and he’d about banked the BMW off a bridge at one point but had recovered and actually slowed down, getting himself home in one piece.
He was home now sitting on the small deck he’d built…okay he’d tried to build and ended up having a contractor finish…a glass of iced laden scotch resting by his left hand, music drifting from the outdoor speakers across the small backyard, not quite drowning out the sound of children playing in the early spring evening. Wilson had taken a long hot shower, working to relax tense muscles and clear the slight spring allergy attack he was suffering out of his nose and was now sprawled in the deck chair in sweat pants and an old dark T-shirt. Bare feet were propped up on the deck railing and dark eyes were cast up towards the purpling night sky, counting stars.
The cordless phone sat on the low table beside the scotch, as did his pager both close at hand in case Chase paged and called him. He was reluctant to page the younger man for fear of interrupting time spent with Rowan so, he was going to wait a little while longer and if he hadn’t heard from Chase in a couple more hours, he’d page then and be ready to apologize.
Apologize.
That was going to be something he was going to be doing a lot of. First and foremost to Kai for having been an arrogant bastard who hadn’t thought to look further into the subtle emotional changes happening within the young musician. For automatically assuming that Kai had simple developed too much of a crush. Eeesh, talk about your arrogant assumptions and it was an assumption which could have cost Kai’s health.
Wilson groaned and lifted the scotch glass to his lips, sipping at the twelve year old single-malt.
He’d already mentally kicked himself up one side and down the other of the hospital, going round and round with feelings of anger at his lack of professionalism, guilt, and the knee jerk decision that Kai needed to be transferred to a doctor who had a more objective view on the matter. Wilson had then kicked himself back down the hospital for being a selfish shit who was putting his own urge to slink into a hole with his tail between his legs and have a pity party above what was best for Kai.
Given the new position of the tumor… there really was no one at PP-TH who had the experience and skill that he himself had with such delicate tumor placement, to insist that Kai take another doctor would be paramount to asking Kai to accept substandard treatment, not to mention it would put that doctor in a bad position. No, the only answer was to get himself together, go in and apologize to Kai and then try to convince the young musician that he needed Wilson to stay on as his doctor.
Maybe with new ground rules, distance, a working relationship rather than the friendship they had developed. Wilson didn’t know… and at the moment, he was too tired to think it all through. For the moment, he was going to just sit quietly wait for the aspirin he’d taken to chase away the headache building between his temples and try to get his act together.
If he could just, hold it all together for another week... another couple of weeks... then it was going to be time for a vacation.
Until then... apperances had to be maintained.
The tumor had shifted in such a way that it was invading the frontal lobe of Kai’s brain, possibly compromising Kai’s emotional stability.
Wilson had stayed a couple of hours past his shift in order to follow up with the test results, getting Kai scheduled for a full psyche evaluation as well as more physical testing. This could make his prospective course of treatment a little more… dangerous and he honestly wasn’t at all sure what to do at this point.
So, feeling lost and a little defeated, Wilson had finally left the hospital and headed for the brownstone. Thoughts were whirling through his head and he’d about banked the BMW off a bridge at one point but had recovered and actually slowed down, getting himself home in one piece.
He was home now sitting on the small deck he’d built…okay he’d tried to build and ended up having a contractor finish…a glass of iced laden scotch resting by his left hand, music drifting from the outdoor speakers across the small backyard, not quite drowning out the sound of children playing in the early spring evening. Wilson had taken a long hot shower, working to relax tense muscles and clear the slight spring allergy attack he was suffering out of his nose and was now sprawled in the deck chair in sweat pants and an old dark T-shirt. Bare feet were propped up on the deck railing and dark eyes were cast up towards the purpling night sky, counting stars.
The cordless phone sat on the low table beside the scotch, as did his pager both close at hand in case Chase paged and called him. He was reluctant to page the younger man for fear of interrupting time spent with Rowan so, he was going to wait a little while longer and if he hadn’t heard from Chase in a couple more hours, he’d page then and be ready to apologize.
Apologize.
That was going to be something he was going to be doing a lot of. First and foremost to Kai for having been an arrogant bastard who hadn’t thought to look further into the subtle emotional changes happening within the young musician. For automatically assuming that Kai had simple developed too much of a crush. Eeesh, talk about your arrogant assumptions and it was an assumption which could have cost Kai’s health.
Wilson groaned and lifted the scotch glass to his lips, sipping at the twelve year old single-malt.
He’d already mentally kicked himself up one side and down the other of the hospital, going round and round with feelings of anger at his lack of professionalism, guilt, and the knee jerk decision that Kai needed to be transferred to a doctor who had a more objective view on the matter. Wilson had then kicked himself back down the hospital for being a selfish shit who was putting his own urge to slink into a hole with his tail between his legs and have a pity party above what was best for Kai.
Given the new position of the tumor… there really was no one at PP-TH who had the experience and skill that he himself had with such delicate tumor placement, to insist that Kai take another doctor would be paramount to asking Kai to accept substandard treatment, not to mention it would put that doctor in a bad position. No, the only answer was to get himself together, go in and apologize to Kai and then try to convince the young musician that he needed Wilson to stay on as his doctor.
Maybe with new ground rules, distance, a working relationship rather than the friendship they had developed. Wilson didn’t know… and at the moment, he was too tired to think it all through. For the moment, he was going to just sit quietly wait for the aspirin he’d taken to chase away the headache building between his temples and try to get his act together.
If he could just, hold it all together for another week... another couple of weeks... then it was going to be time for a vacation.
Until then... apperances had to be maintained.