[ 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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[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.]

[intheblanks.livejournal.com]

[Chase does look up, presumably to add some bleak humour to the obvious prognosis, but there isn't the chance. Wilson's looking down, he's looking up, nature is unfurling it's green fronds and - it's lamost accidental, how it happens.]

[dr_conscience]

[And there it is, the pressure of lips against lips - again. He could hardly be surprised, were he in charge of his own faculties. Of course, he's not, so the only thing he can manage to do is return the kiss.]