Weekend Off.
After letting Chase know that his Uncle was in town, Wilson had retreated back to Oncology and after some thought decided to call in a couple of markers. He already had Sunday off so it was just a question of getting his Saturday covered which proved to be a hell of a lot easier than he’d anticipated.
Leaving messages with Burbank and the Doctor Koreshi, who was going to take his Saturday shift, to call him in if there were complications with Judy Frell, the Oncologist packed up some budget work and other items he could research while at the brownstone. His mind was a cacophony of thoughts and emotions, and at one point he paused to push the heel of his hand against the side of his head.
He was getting a headache.
Shoving it all off to the side, he grabbed onto the comforting thread which was the idea of the night to come, with Robert.
Robert
Focusing on his lover’s name, repeating it over and over in his head, Wilson finished packing up and turned off the light in his office. Hooking his suit jacket over one shoulder, the oncologist made his way down to the loaner BMW and got himself packed away. Now, a quick trip to the grocery store to get in some food for tonight and the rest of the weekend -real food, not popcorn!- maybe a couple of movies and some beer and he would be set to be a hermit.
The dark blue BMW coasted sedately to the mouth of the underground garage and then quickly accelerated away from PP-TH.
Leaving messages with Burbank and the Doctor Koreshi, who was going to take his Saturday shift, to call him in if there were complications with Judy Frell, the Oncologist packed up some budget work and other items he could research while at the brownstone. His mind was a cacophony of thoughts and emotions, and at one point he paused to push the heel of his hand against the side of his head.
He was getting a headache.
Shoving it all off to the side, he grabbed onto the comforting thread which was the idea of the night to come, with Robert.
Robert
Focusing on his lover’s name, repeating it over and over in his head, Wilson finished packing up and turned off the light in his office. Hooking his suit jacket over one shoulder, the oncologist made his way down to the loaner BMW and got himself packed away. Now, a quick trip to the grocery store to get in some food for tonight and the rest of the weekend -real food, not popcorn!- maybe a couple of movies and some beer and he would be set to be a hermit.
The dark blue BMW coasted sedately to the mouth of the underground garage and then quickly accelerated away from PP-TH.