Sundays were usually a good time for the week's paperwork to get done. For some reason the majority of people did not, as a rule, get hurt on Sundays
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Coming out of the office with another armfull of files, Wilson startled a little, then smiled.
"Good afternoon, can I help you?"
He recognized her from the one evening but couldn't remember if he'd been given her name before he'd left her to House and moved on with the rest of the cases.
Duce nods at the man in the lab coat, curious why her mind identifies him as 'Volleyball'. "Hi," she starts, fidgeting, "Is there anything that can be done about nightmares?"
Her colour is off, fatigue lining her face as though she hadn't slept properly in far too long. Even the snakes are limp and listless. The all black ensemble is doing nothing to help, bringing stark contrast to the paleness.
Old habits died hard it seemed as he hadn't even been aware of picking up the lab coat when he settled in to work on the paperwork.
Frowning slightly with concern, Wilson walked to a chair and carefully set down the charts in his arms, making sure they weren't going to go flying anywhere before he turned to look at the young lady.
"Well...if you mean medically, that depends upon the cause of the nightmares. If there is a physical cause then yes but if it's psychological, that gets a little more difficult."
Wilson, as a rule, did not dispense sleeping aids to outpatients. There risk of dependency was too great.
"You don't have to wait you know. I'm sure I'll be ok, well physically at least. I found this note earlier, I'd not had chance to read it. paid in full doesn't sound good does it?"
Lily reads the note. "It actually sounds like a nice gesture, Paige. Eventually you're going to have to start believing that positive things can happen again." She hands the note back to Paige. "No one said this would be easy, but don't try to make things harder than they have to be."
*DEATH walks into the clinic, carrying a large number of poster boards, some rulers, and a pack of magic markers. He also seems to have a bundle of papers. For those that can see him, he is wearing a number of random, mismatched political activism buttons all over his robes and, hung on his scythe, is a sign that says, "ZOMBIE ARE PEOPLE TOO!". Those that can't see him get the impression of a general, misdirected sense of dread.*
GOOD DAY DOCTOR. I WILL BE AVAILABLE TO TREAT PATIENTS FOR MOST OF THE AFTERNOON. I DON'T SUPPOSE THERE HAVE BEEN ANY MORTALLY WOUNDED IN TODAY?
Okay, the whole idea of Death as a sentient single being, still freaked the hell out of Wilson and he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about the situation. After all, one of the reasons he was here was due to the death of...
Well, of more people then was right.
Still, House had hired the...err... Grim Reaper and Death seemed to be good at the job so Wilson was trying to keep from breaking his own brain on it.
"Hey there, Death. No mortally wounded today, it's been kinda slow actually but I've got some paperwork and some blood work to do so if you could catch anyone who comes in that would be great. Give me a yell if you need me.
*DEATH takes a seat at the desk and begins writing out protest signs relating to the general character and fashion iniative of the undead.*
((OOC: Whenever Wilson comes to term with his coniption or needs to "confront" DEATH, he ought to. DEATH is always happy to explain. Though, obviously, today is not that day for Wilson.))
[ooc: Given Wilson's mental state at the moment and everything that's happened, I definitely see that conversation happening but right now he is no where near ready to confront it.]
Sawyer wanders in clutching the side of his head, this headache wasn't responding to his tylenol or anything else and it weirded him out. Groaning, he takes a seat and waits for the doctor to come over to him.
Glancing up with a glare, "My head hurts." he says as he realizes who he's talking with, it's not wise to piss of Death. Sighing, he closes his eyes and rubs him to take the edge off the pain.
[ooc: Shep's mun is home. Thanks so much for 'stashing him somewhere' for me while I was out of town. Feel free to bounce him from the clinic any time you think he might be ready. :)]
[ooc: Whoops! Thought he might have been sent home to the bedrest if you want him to have been in the clinic however, would be more than willing to play out springing him if you'd like! :D]
[ooc: Oh! I actually had to leave before we resolved that. It'd be easier for him to get out of class if he can explain that he was actually in the hospital. -g-]
[ooc: Sorry, had a family interuption. Sure! Not a problem. One IC post to spring Shep coming up!]
In amongst the regular chaos of the day, Wilson wandered into Exam 3 where Shep had been serving his bed rest.
"Hey there...good news. I think you're a free man. If!" Wilson interjected quickly. "You continue to rest the ankle and follow instructions this time around. Deal?"
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"Good afternoon, can I help you?"
He recognized her from the one evening but couldn't remember if he'd been given her name before he'd left her to House and moved on with the rest of the cases.
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Her colour is off, fatigue lining her face as though she hadn't slept properly in far too long. Even the snakes are limp and listless. The all black ensemble is doing nothing to help, bringing stark contrast to the paleness.
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Frowning slightly with concern, Wilson walked to a chair and carefully set down the charts in his arms, making sure they weren't going to go flying anywhere before he turned to look at the young lady.
"Well...if you mean medically, that depends upon the cause of the nightmares. If there is a physical cause then yes but if it's psychological, that gets a little more difficult."
Wilson, as a rule, did not dispense sleeping aids to outpatients. There risk of dependency was too great.
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She sits waiting for someone to her, trying desperately not to think about everything the evil one had done. It wasn't really working
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GOOD DAY DOCTOR. I WILL BE AVAILABLE TO TREAT PATIENTS FOR MOST OF THE AFTERNOON. I DON'T SUPPOSE THERE HAVE BEEN ANY MORTALLY WOUNDED IN TODAY?
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Well, of more people then was right.
Still, House had hired the...err... Grim Reaper and Death seemed to be good at the job so Wilson was trying to keep from breaking his own brain on it.
"Hey there, Death. No mortally wounded today, it's been kinda slow actually but I've got some paperwork and some blood work to do so if you could catch anyone who comes in that would be great. Give me a yell if you need me.
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*DEATH takes a seat at the desk and begins writing out protest signs relating to the general character and fashion iniative of the undead.*
((OOC: Whenever Wilson comes to term with his coniption or needs to "confront" DEATH, he ought to. DEATH is always happy to explain. Though, obviously, today is not that day for Wilson.))
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WHAT CAN YOU BE HELPED WITH?
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CAN YOU DESCRIBE THE HEADACHE? HAVE YOU TRIED TO TREAT IT YOURSELF? ARE THERE ANY OTHER SYMPTOMS ASSOCIATED WITH IT, SUCH AS NAUSEA OR DISORIENTATION?
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In amongst the regular chaos of the day, Wilson wandered into Exam 3 where Shep had been serving his bed rest.
"Hey there...good news. I think you're a free man. If!" Wilson interjected quickly. "You continue to rest the ankle and follow instructions this time around. Deal?"
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