The Beach -Morning- [Open]

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Despite House's best efforts no not *that* way you pervs Wilson hadn't slept well. Both doctors knew the reason for the bad night and though House hadn't grumped a single grump when Wilson woke, screaming, for the third time in two hours, the oncologist had given up on sleeping.

In an attempt to help ensure that the older man might actually be able to get back to a Vicodin assisted slumber...and since he couldn't really go anywhere at that hour due to the curfew, Wilson had sat quietly in the bed, stroking House's hair and watching the shadows on the walls. As those shadows had slowly lightened and the sun rose, Wilson slid out from under House and began his morning ritual.

Freshly showered and shaved, the oncologist had checked on Jack and then...on Grissom, spending a few extra minutes with the professor, dark eye staring almost blankly at the file in front of him. Eventually, he left Grissom to his rest and since curfew was lifted, he tucked MegaPager onto his belt and headed out for a walk and some coffee.

Grinning to himself, as he walked through what looked like the remains of a hell of a party in the Park, Wilson went past the Perk, getting himself a large coffee to help ward off the morning chill. Since he could only imagine that the Park would be a little busy and he didn't want to get underfoot he headed on down to the beach. He hadn't been here since Duce's bonfire, simply hadn't had the time though he probably should have tried to make the time, he'd always found the ocean soothing.

The steady wash of the waves coming up on the sand, felt like a comforting hand moving across his hair and the rich scent of the sea water cleared his foggy head. Wilson took his shoes off and walked for a little ways, letting the cool sand get into the cuffs of his slacks but eventually he stopped and sat down on the beach, eyes cast out towards the unrelenting tide. Setting his shoes beside him, he curled one long leg up towards his chest, wrapping his arm around his knee and balancing his coffee cup precariously from the tips of lean fingers while he watched the sparkle of sunlight dance across the moving waters.

[ooc: Ahhh, feels good to get him out of the Clinic for a bit. Feel free to tag him, I would adore it. :)]

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[sultry-solis.livejournal.com]

Gabby jogs along the beach with her ipod.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Hearing the thwap of feet against the sand, Wilson drew his other leg up towards himself so as not to present a tripping hazard.

[sultry-solis.livejournal.com]

Gabby smiles as she continues to jog, and takes the headphones out of her ears. "Hello."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Dark eyes focused from out across the ocean towards Gabby and he smiled in a friendly manner.

"Good morning."

[sultry-solis.livejournal.com]

"I'm Gabrielle Solis, new in town."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson smiled and moved to politely stand up.

"A pleasure, Ms. Solis. I'm Dr. James Wilson, I work up at the school's Clinic."

[sultry-solis.livejournal.com]

"Mrs. actually, but don't worry Carlos is in jail." Gabby says. "Nice to meet you."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Oh, ah...sorry to hear that Mrs. Solis."

[sultry-solis.livejournal.com]

"Oh don't be, he deserves to be there."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Err...not the answer one expected in these situations but Wilson gave his head a slight bow and slid his hands into the pockets of his slacks.

"Ah."

[sultry-solis.livejournal.com]

Gabby nods. "I just moved here though, it's pretty nice."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson considered some of the things he'd already been exposed to around Fandom but rather then delve into those little quirks he smiled and nodded.

"It is, not without it's charm that is for certain. Do you work at the school?"

[sultry-solis.livejournal.com]

"Nah I run a modeling agency in town." Gabby says.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Dark eyesbrows swept upwards and he grinned.

"You're probably finding quite a wide field of applicants I imagine."

[sultry-solis.livejournal.com]

"We've had a few interested people."

(ooc: I've got to get to work, we can slow play this and I'll reply when I get home if you want)

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Well, that gives you a place to start at least, I would imagine."

[ooc: Sure thing! :)]

[sultry-solis.livejournal.com]

Gabby nods. "I like it here so far, it's nice. And I haven't shopped around the town, but I'm sure you have lots of boutiques."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

She reminded him of Julie.

Giving his head a slight duck, Wilson looked back up towards the town.

"Well, I'm afraid I can't speak to that, shopping really was never my forte."

[sultry-solis.livejournal.com]

Gabby nods. "I understand, I've been using E-Bay anyway."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

The conversation was definitely reminding him of a couple he'd enjoyed with at least two of his ex-wives.

"They do say that you can find most everything you need on E-bay, though I imagine there are some items that are best purchased only after careful consideration and comparison."

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

A pale, ragged figure with filthy clothes and matted hair staggered down the beach. He blinked at the sunlight as if it pained him, and his steps were uncertain and shaky, almost as if he was trying to teach himself to walk all over again.

As he neared Wilson's location, his legs gave out and he collapsed into the sand.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

The movement caught his eye and Wilson turned towards the figure, expecting another beach walker.

What he saw, was definitely not a beach walker.

Setting his almost empty coffee cup aside, the oncologist quickly scrabbled up to his feet and headed over towards the bedraggled figure.

"Hey, hey are you all right?" Stupid question, probably but it was the one you were taught to ask. The way Archie responded or didn't respond, would be a useful diagnostic tool.

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie opened his mouth to speak, but days without water had left his throat too dry for him to speak without pain. He shook his head instead, feebly gesturing down at his near-useless legs.

He didn't know this man, and there was no nagging feeling that perhaps he should -- which was comforting. "Need water," he mouthed silently. "Where am I?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

His eyes diagnosed dehydration almost immediately and a quick check of the young man's vitals with quick, deft hands confirmed that it was probably a severe case.

What are you doing out here?

How long have you been out here?

What happened??

Those questions all careened through Wilson's head but at the moment, none of them were important. They needed water and as laughable as it sounded, water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink.

"You're on the beach at Fandom. Do you remember how you go here?" Wilson asked the questions calmly even as his mind raced along, trying to decide what his next move was going to be.

Okay, one step at a time. He needs water and there is no water here on the beach. Diagnosis...get off the beach.

Emergency training instilled in Wilson years ago kicked in and he began to shift Archie around. He had a feeling he already knew the answer to his next question but inquired regardlessly.

"Do you think you can walk?"

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie shook his head and mouthed again, "Days. Too long. Can't remember . . . yet."

Wincing with the effort, he levered himself shakily to his feet and tried to walk; the sand made things difficult, but he managed a couple of steps before wobbling and nearly falling down again.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson was there to catch him this time. Training and months of schleping House's weight around gave the oncologist the leverage to get Archie up and after a moment's thought, the oncologist ducked down and put Archie onto his shoulder in a classic fireman's carry.

"Oh yeah...this is going to suck in ways even Heidi Fleiss never imagined." Wilson muttered to himself as he angled down to the hard packed sand by the water line. He thought about trying to retrieve his shoes but it would just be time wasted at this point.

Treking them both towards the spot where he'd come down on the beach, Wilson ran through his options.

In a perfect world, he needed to get this kid back to the clinic for IV fluids, sooner rather then later.

In reality there was no way in hell he was going to be able to carry Archie that far back through town.

Okay compromise get somewhere and call help.

The question was where and who.

As he got them both off the beach, Wilson was huffing as he looked back and forth along the street. He was tempted to go towards the Rare Book shop but he hadn't noticed if it was open or not when he'd passed by earlier...in fact he hadn't seen too many places open period.

"Where the hell is the giant rolling golfball when you need him...it...whatever."

Wilson bit back a curse as he stepped on a stone and ditching the idea of stumbling around looking for places he wasn't sure were open...or wasn't even sure where they were, he began to trek towards the Clinic.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex noticed the guy from the bar, pulling along what she assumed was a student. "I hope you're getting paid for that," she sounded amused as she watched Wilson struggle.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Carrying along actually.

Pausing, he looked over at her and in an attempt not to spook the half conscious figure on his shoulder he asked in a calm, if slightly breathless tone.

"Bah, money..can't take it with me. You wouldn't happen to know how to contact the police maybe...or somebody who could help me get him to the Clinic? He needs help."

The last was said with a serious sort of intensity, low key yet urgent at the same time.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex took a step closer and eyed the scrawny kid, she doubted he'd weigh anything close to a tank.

"Ten bucks and I'll do it for you."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Ten bucks? Compared to what ambulance companies charge these days, bargain."

Sinking down to one knee, Wilson carefully shifted Archie off his shoulder, moving to position him so Tex could pick him up.

Was it foolish to be trusting her? Who knew, Wilson was just going with his usual outlook on life, which was to believe in people until they crushed you like a grape.

Though, he did go ahead and dig the ten spot out of his wallet.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood." Tex smirked and moved closer. Deciding that the kid probably wouldn't get the most comfortable ride over her shoulder, she effortlessly scooped him up in his arms.

"Put the money in the holster," she said with a nudge of her to the holster with her M6D pistol that was strapped to her side. It wasn't so much a matter of trusting Wilson not to try anything as it was knowing that he couldn't harm her.

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what was going on; he'd long since given up on trying to keep his eyes open, with the sunlight still so painful. At this point he didn't really care, as long as the people to whom the unfamiliar voices belonged could get him some help.

Briefly and vaguely, he wondered why it felt like the person carrying him was wearing armor.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." Wilson folded up the money and went to slid it in next to the gun and it wasn't that he was not thoroughly intimidated by the gun or... well... Tex in general but he was a man who was secure in his dorkhood.

Come on he's 39 and used to wear pocket protectors back in New Jersey.

As soon as he was certain she had Archie he nodded and started to head up the road at a quick pace, pausing every so often to curse as a rock bruised his feet. Yeah, explaining that to House was going to be a laugh riot.

Onwards to the Clinic.

[ooc: Threaded to Here in the Clinic. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/39795.htmlhttp://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/39795.html)