[ 73rd consult | open action ]

[dr_conscience]

[Wilson knows what's going on today, but that doesn't stop him from going in to work. So he moves as swiftly as he can through the streets on his way both to and from the hospital, knowing all too well that even that probably won't keep him entirely out of the line of fire kisses.

Still, it'll probably manage to cut back on the kisses he receives in transit. And at work-- well, there's only so much he can do. He does need to be there, after all, and he's not about to turn his back on a responsibility.]



[ooc: Feel free to hit him up on his walk to or from work, or at the hospital itself. :D]

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[deadly_legacy]

[Euphie is collecting doctor kisses today. That's probably why their paths manage to cross. If only they didn't cross quite so quickly, but that's what happens when Wilsons go rushing around and princesses come around corners too quickly.] Oh!

[dr_conscience]

[When he sees her - well, just the pink in the moment it takes him to react - he does stop himself short, trying to avoid too awful of a collision. He puts his hands up, gently, to try to minimize any impact.]

Oh-- Euphie! I'm sorry.

[deadly_legacy]

[She latches on to him to keep from falling, and once she's stable she laughs.] It's all right. It's a good thing we weren't carrying anything. [Also, this would be the time to let go probably. She doesn't seem to be though.]

[dr_conscience]

[He smiles back, nodding.] I guess it's a good thing I decided to leave my giant pane of glass at home. [He doesn't let go either, and when he smiles again, it's almost... dreamy.]

[deadly_legacy]

[That gets another laugh out of her.] Or my giant bag full of marbles. [Has Dr. Wilson always looked so warm and handsome? Her fingers slide up his arm slowly. It's a nice coat. Good fabric. Good shoulder too. She'll just tuck her arm back here behind his neck for safe keeping, okay?]

[boutant]

[ The problem with only being a whopping 5 feet and one inch tall is that you're very easy to miss when people are attempting to scramble through the streets. When you're attempting to do the same thing, ducking underneath people, it leads to situations like this -- that is, Ariadne attempting to dodge someone and landing smack into Wilson's side. ]

Ow.

[dr_conscience]

[With him standing at an even six feet, that must be a terrible collision for her... which he's very aware of, stepping back and putting an arm out to the side to try to shield her from anyone else ramming into her as she recovers from it.]

I'm so sorry -- are you alright?

[boutant]

[ Thanks for the shield, Wilson. She appreciates it. She also recognizes his voice, so after a moment of holding her hand up so she can recover, she laughs slightly. ]

Figments of my imagination shouldn't be so solid.

[dr_conscience]

[He smirks at that, a gentle chuckle accompanying it.]

That sounds like an issue you need to take up with your subconscious.

[duplicities]

[ the unfortunate thing about hurrying about is that natasha is doing the same. and not exactly paying attention to the pedestrians, as she keeps a look out for mistletoe. and one zig where she should have zagged and it's a collision. the only reason she doesn't topple over is that she grabs hold of wilson's coat to keep her balance. damn it. ]

[dr_conscience]

[As he racks up yet another pedestrian collision, Wilson is starting to think that hurrying might be a worse strategy than none at all. But still, he gently reaches out a hand to her shoulder, hoping to help stabilize her as she grabs onto his coat.]

Sorry, excuse me-- you okay?

[duplicities]

[ apparently she's fine, since all she does is use her grip on his goat to tug him down to kiss him. surprise, wilson. ]

[dr_conscience]

[ Oh. Hello, yes, she is... certainly fine. Also, this kiss is another thing that's fine, at least at the moment. That hand that had been reached out to offer support has found its way to her back, and naturally, he can't help but return the kiss.]

[intheblanks.livejournal.com]

[They have been here before, only one of them doesn't remember it. That's the one flicking through the pages of a chart.]

Oh, hey. Did you see this referral? I'm not sure why I'm copied in.

[dr_conscience]

[Indeed they have - and as wary as the one who remembers it is, a legitimate question is still legitimate on a curse day, and still requires that he step closer to glance at what Chase is holding.]

Which referral?

[intheblanks.livejournal.com]

Pancreatic patient. Unless he's going downhill on a ski slope this doesn't say ICU to me - prewarning?

[Chase bumps his shoulder against Wilson, leaning in to point at the minutae in the records.

How do these plants grow indoors anyway? Someone needs to take duct tape to the air vents.]

[dr_conscience]

[He focuses on where Chase is pointing, scanning the file and therefore not particularly paying attention to any plants that may be - and undoubtedly are - creeping their way up on the both of them.]

It must be a prewarning. He's not on that sharp of a decline, though... judging by his latest marker counts, in a week or two...

[Never the kind of statement he likes making, and it's clear, though he's trailed off for other reasons. They're awfully close, aren't they? He doesn't even have to look up to now what's manifested above them.]

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

[HOME! Because...they live together. And somehow or another it is so obvious. Seeing each other every morning and the last person they see at night.

Ahem.]

We could use more mouthwash around here. Have you ever noticed there are far more noisy doctors than dentists around here?

[dr_conscience]

[Ah, domestic bliss. Seriously, this arrangement is in the running for how long Wilson's managed to live with someone before getting kicked out or walked out on.]

I have, though I think there are just far more doctors than there are dentists in general. Apparently, we're much more appealing to the discerning interdimensional collector.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

[Miracle or just a matter of time. House would opt for the second. Maybe also because he's trying to be a careful, clever bastard. Better in here than out there. Better with someone who understands his madness than it only being madness and addiction.]

You're saying that because you feel special. I think that they want us to have complications and heart disease.

[House leans on the counter top of their kitchenette. There's lovely curling leaves of green ninja-ing themselves into existence.]

[dr_conscience]

I'm saying that because I think they want us here to patch up the rest of the population after each curse.

[Wilson sets a glass on the counter not too far from where House is leaning, then goes to the fridge to retrieve some juice. When he comes back over to fill the cup, of course he's plenty close to House... and those leaves.]

But sure, that too.

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

[ Cameron's been careful on her way to the police station, but apparently not careful enough, because she still runs into Wilson and almost gets knocked off her feet by the force of it. She's small, it doesn't take much to take her down, physically. ]

[dr_conscience]

[As with any of the collisions he's been involved in today, Wilson's immediate response is once of concern. He reaches out gently for her shoulder, to help stabilize her.]

Cameron-- I'm sorry, are you alright?

[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

[ Cameron straightens a little, with a rueful smile. ] Yeah, thank you.

I should really look where I'm going, shouldn't I, particularly today.

[dr_conscience]

[He gives his own smile and a slight chuckle back, both entirely sardonic.]

I think that goes for quite a few of us, really. There's been an alarming rise in pedestrian collisions.