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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.
[ ooc: ForAdelheid, Cliff, Dias, Eric, Hikaru, Riza, Scar, and Seimei. ]
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.
[ ooc: For
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It made sense. Here was someone whose love had been killed before they could even get married - and yet he'd burned through marriages like they were nothing. It was obviously a problem - and yet in a way he was as bad as House about not doing anything about it.
"I lost interest or she lost interest... I cheated or she cheated. I've never had any children, though." Maybe that was why he had always felt justified... And yet it still left a bad taste in his mouth.
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Interesting, how he'd managed to flip the therapy more to face his doctor. He hadn't really done so on purpose, but it was convenient. He was interested in the vein of conversation. "I can't imagine...why would you marry someone you weren't really in love with?"
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"It isn't that," he argued. "I loved all of my wives." How many times had he defensively spoken these words? But it was the truth! "When I married them, anyway. But maybe I don't know what true love is." He gave a helpless shrug of his shoulders.
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"Don't give age too much credit. There is never an age too old for love. And some love can fade," he said, with a reciprocal shrug. "But then, it couldn't have been true. You just haven't found it yet. You will."
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Still, he didn't want to argue about it. He'd like to believe that Eric was right. He was just a bit jaded at this point. "We'll see," was all he said. "But we've gotten off-track, haven't we? Was there something else you wanted to talk about?"
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