dr_conscience | [ 52nd consult; voice ]

3:21 PM:

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3:23 PM:

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3:27 PM:

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3:31 PM:

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I'm sorry, I was just... wait, what was it again?

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I'm not... certain what... sorry, nevermind.

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3:35 PM:

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I'm going home; there's clearly something wrong. It seems to be-- it's-- what are those? Well, it's not me-- it... it isn't isolated, I doubt it's an actual physiological issue. But... I should not be treating patients for as long as this lasts.

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4:20 PM:

[He's clearly exasperated that he has to ask this. And that he has to do it publicly. Shut up, he forgot how to filter and his phone is at home. Craziest thing - he forgot it.]

House, which building do we live in?

[ooc: OBVIOUSLY this is backdated. ♥]

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That's strikingly similar to my own thoughts on the issue.

[Not quite, Wilson. Angela's thoughts on this are more along the lines of Please don't let this be the slugs again, No, really, please don't let this be the slugs again, and I'm sure I didn't hit him this time.]

Turn on your video.

[Angela is on a mission for the truth.]

Uh-- alright. One second...

[He's confused by the request, but compliant. Have some audible fiddling with the device. No, really, he can figure this out.

After a moment, there's a somewhat confused Wilson on your screen, one brow arched.]

Yes?

Let me see your ears.

[Funny how she's the one checking a doctor's ears for inflammation. Usually it's the other way around.]

There's nothing in them.

[His memories aren't that far gone yet. He frowns slightly, but complies, turning both his head and the device for each.]

See? Entirely slug-free.

[Angela doesn't take his word for it at first--after all, those things were manipulative little bastards--but his ears look clear as far as she can see over the network. It's enough for her to breath a loud sigh of relief.]

Oh, thank God. I was afraid they came back for a sequel.

[However, this still leaves the question of why Wilson's memory is still so spotty.]

[He gives a small nod; he does clearly understand the concern.]

I don't blame you. After all, The City's hardly one to let things go so easily.

[And of course, he can assume the continued concern.]

I haven't suffered any head trauma, and I don't have any symptoms of anything else that could cause memory loss. Given that there are a number of people affected similarly, it seems most likely that it's a curse right now.

[Hey, he even remembered the word. He only had to be told once.]

[Excuse her while she puts her head down on the desk and speaks in a muffled, yet frustrated, voice.]

I would ask the point of it, but that's a stupid question in the context of the City.

[There's a softly sympathetic smile, though she'll probably miss it.]

Oh, just to keep us entertained, I'm sure. What's the point of anything?

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