First Day of Work

[manipulatvebtch]

Who: Wilson and OPEN
Where: The doctor's office
What: The Doctor is IN.
When: Day 50, bright and early.

The doctor's coat fit him

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[derek_morgan]

It had been too late to find a doctor after the fight with Deb. Or maybe he just wanted an excuse not to return to their house. Derek self medicated with two bottles of whiskey from the bar at the Sheriff's station. It was the one place that seemed solely his thus far. Thank West for small favors. Morning arrived and pain shot up his arm when he moved his right hand to rub the sleep from his eyes. The sun was a ruthless bastard in more ways than one.

After a very trying time attempting (and finally succeeding, thank GOD) to take a leak, he bolted out of the sheriff's station in search for medical personnel. His uniform was blood stained--traces of the eventful night before. Nothing more than droplets from his lip and hand but easily spotted on the cream colored clothing. Easily explained should anyone ask. Doctors had a tendency of doing that. He considered going to find Martha but the clinic was closer and low and behold, it looked open.

Derek rushed in with angry pain reflected on his features. "There a doctor in the house?" he called out as his left hand opened the door. He wasn't sure what he'd find but hoped it aided at least a portion of his discomfort. Even if they were stuck in the fifties, none of the doctors around were from that era. A hangover remedy wasn't a far off idea. He hoped. Then again, a good narcotic for him to sleep everything off wasn't a bad idea either.

[manipulatvebtch]

Wilson had just finished cleaning up his desk (due to one of House's little pranks) and was sitting down to finish up some notes he was making in Ziva's new file when he heard a familiar voice at the door.

He winced slightly at Derek's loud entrance. After some very strange behaviour (that seemed an awful lot like flirting, though Wilson just couldn't think like that), House had finally gone to take a nap, or at least headed up to his room or just gone somewhere else. Honestly, Wilson didn't care, he was just happy to be able to get to work in peace (and maybe, just maybe, he needed House out of the way so he didn't have to think about the strange feeling in his stomach when the older doctor was flirting bugging him). Derek calling through the clinic was sure to draw House's attention.

"Shhh!" he said, a bit more emphatically than strictly necessary. He looked around quickly, as if House would suddenly appear in front of them. When nothing happened, he let out a breath of relief. "Sorry about tha- What happened to you?" He couldn't keep the surprise from his face.

Quickly, Wilson ushered Derek into the examine room. "Sorry about that," he said without explanation. Really, he was just used to people knowing what House was like, especially in situations like this. It was also to apologize for his obvious surprise. It wasn't very professional of him.

He quickly assessed the surface damage, his eyes immediately to Derek's right hand. "Can I ask what happened?" he said, raising an eyebrow and waiting for Derek to respond before continuing.

[derek_morgan]

Derek was in no mood to be shushed. He wasn't in a mood for much of anything. Between being hung over and broken in more ways than one, his tolerance level was low. However, Wilson quickly apologized so there had to be a reason other than dictating the noise level.

The silencing was never explained as the doctor caught sight of him. Wilson apologized yet again after bringing the new Sheriff in town into an exam room, only to return the questioning back to Derek. Something was obviously going on. Morgan started to wonder if it had been the wisest idea to come to the clinic.

"Got pissed, punched a wall. Pissed her off and she punched me. I think I managed to break the wall along with my hand. Deb managed to split my lip."

His voice was even other than sounding exhausted. Derek didn't give any tells on how Deb had wounded more than his lip. It wasn't hard to keep a poker face when there were no lies being told. The male Morgan had summed up the evening events into the most important factors for medical attention.

He closed his eyes tight after speaking. The throbbing in his head grew stronger as if it were attempting to connect with the shooting pain from his hand. Derek opened his eyes and tiredly met Wilson's.

"That pretty much sums it up other than my head killing me from nursing the pain with liquor all night."

Sorry if the remedies are wrong. I've never had these injuries before! lol!

[manipulatvebtch]

Wilson couldn't stop his eyebrows from raising as he took in Derek's demeanor and the state of his hand and face. Really, this was nothing new to him. At least in the form of the injuries. He couldn't help but think back to the time House tried detoxing on a bet and smashed his hand to bits. He shook his head clear of the thoughts, wondering briefly why he seemed to be thinking a lot about House lately. Well, at least more than usual.

"I suppose punching a wall is better than punching a person. May I suggest a door next time though? More give, less damage," he said as he gently felt along the main bones in Derek's hand. "There's no obvious breaks, but there could be a hairline fracture or five, judging by the bruising. I haven't gotten to checking out the x-ray machine yet, but honestly, I'm a little worried to use it even if I can get it working. It's tech is old enough that I'm not up to date on the specifics of its use and I think the radiation might put me back in demand with my specialty around here, except without some of the things I'd need to try and cure people. For now I think I'll wrap it up and give you some pain killers."

Wilson momentarily left Derek's hand alone and checked out his lip. "Looks like the bleeding has stopped, which is good. The unfortunate part is that there's not much I can do for it. It's not bad enough to require stitches, but it is bad enough to be pretty annoying until it heals. Best you can do is keep it clean, some salt water should be fine, and just wait it out."

lol, No worries. I can dig it.

[derek_morgan]

Wilson was lucky that Derek liked him. The Fed was not in the mood to joke and being told to punch a door instead of a wall the next time around... Morgan suddenly was reminded of Reid. Specifically the desire to smack the genius upside the head. Just like Reid, what Wilson said was logical...if there was something logical about hitting stationary items with bare hands.

He was leery about not getting a x-ray but the idea of painkillers trumped all preceding thoughts. Wilson was careful and didn't cause him further pain. Derek felt that the doctor knew what he was doing. And he was going to give him painkillers. Why didn't he hurry up and do that already?

"Yeah. My lip'll be fine. But my hand and head are killing me. I'll take the pain pills." Derek could've added how the swelling had already started to go down on his lip but he wasn't in a mood to chit chat. "Anything in I.V. form to start with?"

Sometimes I feel like I have to go to med school to play Wilson right. Eep!

[manipulatvebtch]

Wilson frowned when Derek didn't seem to respond much to him at all. He'd tried to lighten the mood and from the look on Derek's face, trying that again would be worse than House in detox.

"Is your head bothering you because of an injury, or is it just the hangover?" Wilson asked, narrowing his eyes in concern. He'd immediately checked the obvious injuries, but now he was wondering if some neurological tests would be appropriate as well. The results could also change what medication he decided to administer.

Stop that! You're doing great! :)

[derek_morgan]

"Hangover," Derek answered curtly. Wilson hadn't answered his question which in itself could've been an answer. Really, why would the doctor use the minimal supplies the clinic seemed to have just because he didn't know when to say when? Yet Morgan was hurting and subsequently low on logic.

"...And I spent the night with my head down on a desk. Not the greatest sleep, just to see stars when I woke up and needed to take a leak. You sure it ain't broke? I've shattered it before. Hairline fractures. Was a bitch to let heal. Clean break was better. Healed faster."

That was the closest to social and appreciative that he had come to in the entire visit. Not that he was hostile but pain in multiple ways. Deb had given his pride, feelings and body a beating. Derek unconsciously began to rebuild his wall. Wilson was the first to see it.

As long as you know I'm making this up as I go along! :P

[manipulatvebtch]

Wilson gave him a quick nod in response, his worry easing just slightly. Obviously something really not good had happened, but it was just as obvious that Derek wasn't going to share anything with him any time soon. Not that he expected him too. He'd enjoyed the times he'd hung out with Derek, and genuinely liked him, but it's not like they were best friends or something.

He did briefly entertain the idea of seeking out Deb in an attempt to find out what was going on, but he really didn't know her that well, and honestly, the fact that she claimed to have watched him on television had seriously creeped him out. He'd been keeping some distance since.

"No, I'm not sure. I've seen hands more swollen, but it's still a bit hard to tell. I won't be able to check until I get the old x-ray machine up and running. It shouldn't take too long, but I'd like to test it before giving people cancer. That's really the exact opposite of what I've been trying to do for the last ten years. Can you come back tomorrow morning? I can splint it until then, and if I get it up and going faster, I can shoot you a message in the journal."

You fake it amazingly well...which amuses me much more than it should. xD

[derek_morgan]

"Sounds good. Thanks," he uttered the calmest since arriving in the clinic. There was a soothing quality to being around Wilson. It had happened before. Initially, it was a trait that had a tendency of making Derek that much more suspicious of a person. But it appeared to be that the doctor was one of those rare good guys.

Not that Morgan fully trusted him yet. However, it said quite a bit that the currently surly Fed DID trust the man in any capacity after just a couple of weeks. "Those pills?" he asked as another powerful throb plagued his head. Derek reached with his left and gripped the top of his skull as if it would help with the pain.

Well, it's good to know that <i>someone</i> is buying it! That's all that really matters!

[manipulatvebtch]

"No problem," Wilson said. He tried to keep the concern out of his voice, but he couldn't help it. He liked Derek, and whatever happened, it obviously wasn't good. This was what House was talking about when he said Wilson cared too much. He meant Wilson got too attached to his patients. It was true, and Wilson could only see it getting worse in Peaksville too, considering how small the population was and how many people he already knew personally.

Wilson turned to get everything he needed to splint Derek's hand and grab the pills. He got together enough to last Derek for the next few days. "Two every four hours. These should last you a few days. If you honestly find you're still in a lot of pain with that amount, come see me and we'll talk about uping the dosage, but this should work. My days of turning a blind eye and prescribing excess painkillers to friends are gone." He didn't explain further than that, just spoke in his most serious tone and got down to working on Derek's hand.