Day 24; Doctor's Office #6; Dr. Wilson
It had been a long time since Wilson had been this alert at this time of the morning. It was past breakfast, yes, but he was usually only completely and utterly awake by lunch hour. Today, though? And he wasn't sure why, but today he felt like his mind was as sharp as when he had been in medical school. The only problem was that it was too sharp - thoughts were flicking through his head at such a rapid pace that he couldn't pin any single one down.
As if it would help, the doctor continued to take sips of his coffee. The people in charge had mentioned something about how they had organized things so that he wouldn't have to deal with a bunch of patients all at once, and while he had been grateful, today he felt like he had enough energy to see twenty people, maybe more.
While he waited, he found that he couldn't stop himself from fidgeting with something. He ended up snatching something off of his desk - it was one of those "games" where you tilted the cheap piece of plastic around in order to get a small metal ball through the maze and to the end. He usually had it for patients' children to play with while he discussed different combinations of medicine with their parent, which made him wonder why he had brought it here.
Well, it seemed to be occupying his interest now. His hands shook as he fiddled with it, and it was making it particularly hard. Man, was he wired or what?
As if it would help, the doctor continued to take sips of his coffee. The people in charge had mentioned something about how they had organized things so that he wouldn't have to deal with a bunch of patients all at once, and while he had been grateful, today he felt like he had enough energy to see twenty people, maybe more.
While he waited, he found that he couldn't stop himself from fidgeting with something. He ended up snatching something off of his desk - it was one of those "games" where you tilted the cheap piece of plastic around in order to get a small metal ball through the maze and to the end. He usually had it for patients' children to play with while he discussed different combinations of medicine with their parent, which made him wonder why he had brought it here.
Well, it seemed to be occupying his interest now. His hands shook as he fiddled with it, and it was making it particularly hard. Man, was he wired or what?