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Wilson was bored. He had the ball he'd gotten from the book case the other night for Greg. The thud against the wall was oddly hypnotic as he threw it and caught it without even looking. He wasn't nearly as talented as Greg, but his eyes were closed, his head tilted back.
The clinic had been slow lately. Or at least it was slow when Wilson wasn't around. He had thought to look through recent patient files, but he was so bored that even that seemed like too much effort. Kind of like back home, when he'd had Satellite TV, with 500 channels, and it seemed there was never anything on to watch.
He sighed and shifted, which threw his game and the ball skidded off his thumb to bounce against the floor.
The clinic had been slow lately. Or at least it was slow when Wilson wasn't around. He had thought to look through recent patient files, but he was so bored that even that seemed like too much effort. Kind of like back home, when he'd had Satellite TV, with 500 channels, and it seemed there was never anything on to watch.
He sighed and shifted, which threw his game and the ball skidded off his thumb to bounce against the floor.