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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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Unless they'd wanted him out of their hair, but the file didn't seem to imply that. Then again, he'd just been saying how the file wasn't very detailed...
"We can talk about whatever you want," he replied. "And I'm not sure how I could amuse you..." He wasn't that amusing of a person, unless you were House. And he got his amusement through cruelty, anyway.
Wilson almost winced when he heard the way the patient spoke back his name, but by this point he knew how to keep his composure. "Hey. I never said I was a miracle healer." He gave a small shake of his head. "There's no saying I can do anything, but the people who hired me seem insistent that I give it a try." He shrugged.
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"It is true I have a younger brother. One whom I love very much, and who I miss even more so. Unfortunately, I cannot look after him, since I am here... and I am afraid to think of what travesty might have befallen his sweet, innocent self in the great, dangerous world." His lips kept the curve of the smile, although his eyes focused on Wilson, sizing him up with their own brand of daring.
"I am sure he must be very lonely without me. As I am without him."
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He had to remain level-headed and just answer him logically and everything should go smoothly. "I have a brother, too," he informed Seimei. "He... he didn't turn out so well. He ended up on the streets. But your brother has his parents to take care of him. And the sooner you get better, the sooner you can get back to him." He wasn't sure if that last bit would go over so well, but he might as well test the waters.
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This is where Soubi came in -- but who knew what was going on in that world? He could not know, shut up in here.
"Better? Better than what?"
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"What do you mean?" he asked. "How am I wrong?" He wasn't arguing that his statement was infallible. He simply needed to know what part of it was incorrect.
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If he had fur, it would be bristling. As it was, his ears remained flat, eyes averted. "By keeping me here, you may as well sign his death certificate."
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If it was their parents who had given this information, it would make sense that they had been trying to hide something like that. "I'll see if I can look into it," he promised the boy. "What exactly does she do? Is she abusive?" It would be best if he could get as many details as possible before investigating.
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"Do whatever you have to in order to see me 'cured'... for that, and only that, will I thank you."
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For that reason, he held back and simply nodded. "I'll do my best," he promised. "But I think our time is up for today." He was tempted to look into the family situation, but where could he find out more? No, it was best if he stayed out of it...
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