Day 46: Doctor's Office 6 (Dr. Wilson) [Fourth Shift]

[oncological.livejournal.com]

Things really could have gone worse with Lance. They could have gone a whole lot better, but at least it hadn't devolved into a staring contest and at least there hadn't been any throwing of heavy objects. Wilson counted those as pluses, since he really wasn't cut out for this. Maybe if he'd been trained to do this sort of thing, but all he was working off of was his own intuition and his desire to help people.

A lot of the patients didn't really come off as needy and desperate, though. Instead, they were confident and challenged him at every turn. It wasn't what he'd expect from people who were so ill, but maybe they were just that set in their delusions. What he really couldn't understand was how Lance had been doing so much better the day before, only to revert back overnight. The man had called it reprogramming, and it almost felt that way. Still, as weird as it was, people weren't robots.

Wilson knew he was expected to go and eat with the other doctors during their lunch break, but with House not around he wasn't feeling up to it. With his own lunch already made and brought with him, it was simple to just stay in his office and eat alone. Probably not the healthiest behavior, but it wasn't like he hadn't done it at Princeton too. Usually when he was avoiding House, but the point still stood.

With lunch eaten and his desk cleaned up, the doctor waited for his next batch of patients; one old and one new. He had been seeing Max for a while now (by Landel's standards, anyway), and it was good to have such a consistent patient when others got switched in and out like it was nothing.

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[wantsyourzex.livejournal.com]

There was no way to see him again... ZEX had watched him die, after all. It was so easy to talk like he'd just left and would come back, but he knew that wasn't the case. Even if he did "get better" there'd be no Captain waiting for him outside. Still, there was some part of him that kept hoping that maybe he was wrong, maybe he really was insane and his Captain had simply left, and maybe if he did get out of here he could find him again.

It was preferable to the alternative, anyway. But he couldn't believe it. Things never worked out that easily for him.

"I suppose." Less than convinced. What would his human have said if he saw what had happened to him? Something charming, no doubt, as always. "It's hard to keep going without a true sense of direction." ZEX was referring to escaping the institute and going back home, but he was sure Wilson would interpret it as his quest towards wellness. "I hope the medication will help. That would leave me with at least one less thing to worry about."

If the medication was meant to interact or interfere with his brain chemicals, stop whatever it was that was malfunctioning and causing him to see these things, then taking it would cause some change, regardless of the implant. If there was no change at all... then the hallucinations weren't related to his brain chemistry, which would mean...

ZEX closed his one eye and took a deep breath. "And I really would like them to stop."

[oncological.livejournal.com]

Right now, it seemed like getting Max on some medication would be the best thing for him. It wasn't going to magically solve all of his problems, but it would eliminate one component and then give them a better idea of what still needed work on through therapy.

"I don't blame you," he scoffed. He hadn't really found many people who enjoyed seeing things. Well, except for maybe House, but that was a whole other story.

"If they aren't given to you at dinner, then you'll definitely have them by tomorrow morning. If they even let me prescribe you anything, that is." Any self-respecting hospital would, but who really knew with this place? He didn't want to make empty promises, so it was best to leave it at that.

"Good luck, and I'll see you next week. I hope the meds work on the first try." It wasn't particularly likely, but it happened from time to time. From the sounds of it, Max was due for a lucky break.

[wantsyourzex.livejournal.com]

ZEX thought about asking why Wilson wouldn't be allowed to prescribe him something (he was in the institute's employ, wasn't he?), but it seemed he'd run out of time. Well, he doubted he'd get a real answer anyway. This place didn't seem to specialize in them.

If nothing else, at least he'd gotten the medication out of this entire business, which was something. He stood up, wobbling slightly and rested a hand on his desk to steady himself. He could almost feel one of those creatures weaving near his legs, like it was trying to trip him.

"I hope they do as well." He wasn't quite sure he could bring himself to thank him just yet... Wilson worked for the institute after all, and that made him responsible for what had been done to him to a degree.

Now he just had to hope the visions wouldn't get worse tonight, as they had before...