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FTEC Hours - Friday January 20th 2006

He expected it to be quiet. Even with the excitment with Lilah yesterday, Wilson found that the clinic in town seemed to be even more a case of feast or famine than the one up at the school but due to feeling a little run down he decided quiet was a good thing.

Flipping the light from 'On Call' to 'Open' the younger doctor settled himself in behind his desk. Three days of laying around, basically sleeping for the most part had left him with a small mountain of paperwork and so, coffee at his right hand, pen in his left, he settled in to work.

Doctor is in, if you need to see him...or steal his coffee.

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Red kept his shop closed. Business was slow at the moment, which wasn't a bad thing, as Red still had town business to attend to. One of which was to stop by and see the doctor in his new digs, find out if he was in need of anything.

He pushed in the door and padded up to the desk. "Good morning, doctor!"

Looking up from the forms he was working on, Wilson gave Red a wan but friendly smile.

"Good morning, Mayor." He intoned in a hoarse voice. Coughing a little to clear his throat he sat back, dark eyes watching the Mayor move through the reception area.

"How are you doing today?"

"It seemes better than you're faring, doctor. How are you feeling? As bad as you sound?" Red's eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Just the flu. It hit me at the beginning of the week but it's getting better." He explained with a warm smile.

"Well, make sure you don't work too hard. Being sick is never very fun." Red said, sitting down. "I won't keep you, this really was just a social visit. See what you've done with your new clinic but it can wait until later."

"No, not at all. Come on back, Mayor. Let me give you the grand tour." Wilson grinned a little flushed with pride in the place. "We've already treated 3 major wounds. I think you'll be pleased to see how your money has been put to use."

Standing up, he moved to walk Red down the short hall, holding the door open so the Mayor could inspect the two exam rooms and then the well equiped surgery.

"Given the size of the space and a lot of the basic hookups already in the building from the previous doctor I was able to upgrade to add a lot more than I had originally anticipated. Such as x-ray and a small CT scanner."

"Excellent!" Red had no idea what those things were, ~~machines that went ~ping!~~~ but they sounded impressive. "I'm glad the building was something you could use and work with." He looked around at the insides, truly impressed. "And you say it's already seen use? I suppose that's a good thing, although unfortunate it was needed, I'm glad you were able to help."

Wilson smiled and nodded.

"I'm glad I could be here...and thank you, again, Mayor for being generous enough with the budget that I was able to set everything up. I think the town will benefit going forward from this facility."

"I'm glad to hear that," Red said. "I'm pleased you were so willing to take on the extra work, doctor. That was very generous of you. And the town will truly benefit from your being at the helm here."

Wilson blushed but he smiled and gave his head a slight bow.

"Thank you, Mayor. Oh! And I meant to tell you, I renovated the apartment upstairs. For the time being I'm living there, I hope that's not a problem?"

"Of course not," Red said, grinning. "I'm glad you're getting use out of the whole building." He gave Wilson 'a look', or as much of one as he could with only one eye. "And you won't let this take over your whole life, right? You have coverage so you can take time off?"

((ooc: *hates on LJ with every fiber of his being* sorry this waited so long. when I was on, I couldn't get comments to post at all. *flailing*))

Darla... doesn't come in through the front door, but she's somehow there. There's a reddened patch that looks ligha burn on the right side of her face, scrapes on the left side, and she's moving gingerly, favoring the shoulder on the left. She looks around for James.

Wilson was just coming down the steps from where he'd been getting himself some tea from the Loft so at least he wasn't going to be wondering how it was she didn't come through the front door!

"Darla!" His voice was still hoarse from his flu but warm and friendly none the less. "Oh, my...what happened?" His tone quickly altered and he set the tea down, approaching her worriedly.

Darla smiled a bit wryly at him. "This is an interesting town, huh? I wish I could say, 'You should see the other guy', but..." She shrugged then winced as the motion jarred her shoulder.

"Seems to be a bit of an epidemic these days." He said in a soft, slightly distracted tone as he gently tilted her face towards the light, studying the reddened patch.

"Care to tell me what happened or are you also suffering from the amnesia bug as well."

He was a little rueful but not angry about it. He was getting used to treating wounds without knowing the origin of half of them. Setting a hand against the small of her back, he began to lead her down to the surgery.

Darla sighed with relief and went where he guided her. She hated her injuries. They made her vulnerable, and weak. "I'm glad you understand." She smiled again. "This wasn't how I intended to drop in on you."

Helping her up onto the exam bed, Wilson gave her a warm smile and reached up to flick on the lights so he could give her a more thorough exam.

"I would hope not! I certainly don't need for you to get hurt just to come avail yourself of my professional services."

He teased her gently, partly to draw her focus away from the light touch of his hands as he gently probed the shoulder she was favoring.

Darla winced. "I landed on it," she said -- probably unnecessarily to a doctor. "I fell."

It occured to her that her enhanced healing might confuse James, but she couldn't worry aout that now.

Around Fandom? Wilson had gotten used to just about...oh...everything.

"And it feels like you probably dislocated it quite stunningly." Wilson said with a wince.

"Okay...are you allergic to anything like codine or morphine?"

Darla shook her head. "I'm not allergic to much." Just sunlight. And holy water. And sharp pointy bits of wood shoved through her chest.

Smiling warmly, Wilson nodded and moved to draw up a syringe of pain killers.

"This is a good thing as I fear that dislocated shoulders...hurt."

Turning back to her, he was gentle as he injected the pain killer, then...while waiting for it to work he took a mild saline solution and began to wipe down her face. Cradling her jaw in one hand, while using the other to clean and sooth the burn mark.

"I'll put a little cream ~~which the mun can't remember the snazzy name of~~ on this. It's specifically designed for burns and to help prevent any sort of scaring. It should also help make it feel better while it's healing."

Darla closed her eyes and enjoyed the ministrations -- after the shot, mind you. It felt good to be touched with care and the desire to heal. She opened her eyes to smile at him again. "Thank you, James. It's a good thing I heal fast, because I don't like being weak." The painkillers began to kick in ~~interestingly, even though she doesn't have a heart beating to circulate the drugs~~ and she stretched in relief. "Oh, much nicer."

Chuckling as she began to respond to the painkillers, Wilson set aside the cleaning solution and patted her cheek dry. He then applied the ointment that was soothing and perhaps a little cool on reddened, overly warm skin.

"Well, I think you'll bounce back from these fairly quickly." ~~If only he knew how quickly!~~

"Okay, let's see about getting this shoulder back together, shall we?"

Darla made a face. She liked pain -- when she was inflicting it, or when it was part of the games she and Angelus had played. This sort of mundane human-like pain was annoying. "If we must," she said.

Wilson smiled ruefully and then he settled into the work. He tried to be as careful as possible as he reset the ball into the socket, ignoring the sickening thunk sound it made as everything came back into line. His fingers moved with deft lightness along her shoulder, making certain that everything was back where it was supposed to be, then helping her run through a set of ROMs to ensure that he hadn't pinched anything in the reset like a tendon or a ligament.

"I...rather then we've got it back to rights."

Darla nodded as she was able to raise her arm. It hurt, but not nearly as much as before. More importantly, she had her full range of motion. "Thanks, Doc. What do I owe you?"

Wilson pursed his lips thoughtfully as he began to clean up around the area.

"Mmmmm... $50.00?"

"A bargin." She fishes around in her purse and writes out a check. The name and address imprinted on it are Wolfram & Hart's local offices. "That was for the doctoring. Now, is there anything I can do for the doctor?"

Taking the check, Wilson simply smiled warmly at her and reached to lightly touch her uninjured cheek.

"Just don't go undoing all my good work to quickly, okay?"

"I will. I promise." She starts to get up and then sits back down. "I think I'm just going to sit here for a bit... is that all right?"

Frowning, with concern, he walked over to her and helped her sit back down on the exam bed.

"Of course, take as long as you need. Are you dizzy? Do you want something to drink?"

Darla did not take him up on his offer to drink, because he didn't know. She'd return to the hotel and find Crowley and get blood from him. "No, I'm just... going to sit still for a moment." She flashed another smile again. "I'll be fine."

"All right." Wilson said with a nod, recognizing a 'back off' stance when he saw one.

Smiling he moved towards the door. "Sit for as long as you want to, I'll be up front if you need me for anything."

Darla nodded. "Thank you, James." She waited until he had turned down the hall before jumping off the table. There was a box sitting half-open on a counter in the room, and under the careful sealing she could just smell a sickly-sweet odor. Chloroform. She extracted one bottle and tucked it into her purse.

Just in case. She had an idea for driving Angel complete ~~batshit insane~~ wild with fury, and it involved transporting a human. Much easier when they weren't wiggling, and anything she did to incapacitate them might be more permanent than she'd like.

Feeling much better, she headed for the sewer exit and returned to the hotel, looking for Crowley (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/547446.html?thread=21244534#t21244534).

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