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Day 20: Dr. Wilson's Office [Doctor's Office 6]
It was silly, but Wilson was nervous.
Mental health was by no means his specialty. It was true that he more or less had to act as a counselor for his patients. Most of them had terminal cancer. The dates were never any good. Two years, one year, six months, three months. He could speak to people about dying well enough, but this was different.
Hopefully he would get the hang of it. He took solace in the fact that he had a bit more experience than some of the other doctors. Such as, oh, House? He wasn't sure what the chief of staff had been thinking when he hired him. It made him wonder if the administrators were as insane as the patients.
Even though therapy didn't start first thing in the morning, Wilson had made sure to be there extra early anyway. (He had to make up for House, who would undoubtedly be late.) His office was also cleaner than it would normally be - first impressions were important, after all, and that was probably even more true with mental patients. He heard the intercom, which meant his first patient would be heading in soon. He straightened in his chair, though his nervousness caused him to grab a random doodad off of his desk and start fiddling with it.
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Mental health was by no means his specialty. It was true that he more or less had to act as a counselor for his patients. Most of them had terminal cancer. The dates were never any good. Two years, one year, six months, three months. He could speak to people about dying well enough, but this was different.
Hopefully he would get the hang of it. He took solace in the fact that he had a bit more experience than some of the other doctors. Such as, oh, House? He wasn't sure what the chief of staff had been thinking when he hired him. It made him wonder if the administrators were as insane as the patients.
Even though therapy didn't start first thing in the morning, Wilson had made sure to be there extra early anyway. (He had to make up for House, who would undoubtedly be late.) His office was also cleaner than it would normally be - first impressions were important, after all, and that was probably even more true with mental patients. He heard the intercom, which meant his first patient would be heading in soon. He straightened in his chair, though his nervousness caused him to grab a random doodad off of his desk and start fiddling with it.
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"Did you want to take a nap in here?" he asked with a concerned frown. "It's quieter than the cafeteria or arts and crafts." If the boy wasn't sleeping at night, then he had to sleep during the day. Lack of sleep led to hallucination and would make his delusions more pronounced. "I have some medical journals I want to read, anyway," he finished with a small smile.
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In the end, though, his body pretty much decided for him. With a slight nod and a faint smile, the teenager curled up on the couch and drifted off. Sleep was something he desperately needed at that point, after all... though now he made a note to be a bit more rested in the future. Maybe, this doctor might be worth the effort of speaking to after all.
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The nurse came in to wake up the patient and lead him to arts and crafts. He smiled at the groggy blond. "I'll see you next time," he offered amiably.