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[20th Consult; Action / Voice]
Aug. 20th, 2009 03:15 pm[There is nothing extraordinary about an unoccupied exam room at City General; there are bound to be a few at almost any given time, despite how busy the hospital usually is. Of course, when one crosses over with an exam room in a different reality for a few moments, it's slightly more unusual. Only slightly, of course, because this is still City General. If you're outside this particular exam room, you can actually hear one end of a conversation that's taking place in another world. Over the Network, it's only slightly muffled, as a Network device has inobtrusively made its way back into the pocket of a certain oncologist's lab coat.]
It's one-eighty five. One-eighty five.
...One eighty-five?
Excuse me, I have to go kill someone.
[Of course, when Dr. Wilson makes his hasty exit to go pay a visit to his dear, best friend, he walks right out into a bustling hallway at City General. To say that he looks disoriented is not at all inaccurate, though it might be a bit of an undersell. This is certainly not the right hospital.]
Where did-- I'm not-- I was just--
[He stops in his paces, glancing behind him and opening the door to the room he just stepped out of... to find that it's now an empty, generic exam room at City General and that the poor young woman he just left is sitting alone, bewildered in a room in New Jersey, hoping that they are indeed calcium deposits.]
But this is-- I know-- oh no, really? Now? Did it have to--
[For those on the Network, there's rustling as a shaky, jittery hand reaches into his pockets to try to find the device he knows must be there. AHA. He's pulled it out now, noticed that it's on, and has begun speaking again; there was hardly a pause, really, but considering his condition it certainly feels like there was, from his perspective. He's talking fast, and stumbling over his own words as they pour out faster than he can manage to keep up with them.]
Hello? I guess I'm-- Well, I don't know, I think I'm back. This is the City, isn't it? I'm-- this is Dr. Wilson, I-- I guess I must have been gone, though I had no idea-- I was just... home, and everything was normal, and I didn't-- well, when I was home I didn't actually remember anything, but-- well, I'm back here now, and I know where I am, and I don't-- I mean, I remember now, somewhat, and I seem to remember that I didn't remember and-- I have no idea what I'm saying. But I know where I am. I think. I've been do-- I-- I'm on something. It was-- I'm pretty sure it's an amphetamine. Though-- of course, if it is, this could be an inter-- an adverse effect-- I could be hallucinating, of course, and then because of that state of altered consciousness, I could be experiencing false memories just as easily-- of course, if this is real, I still have the possibility-- I-- I just need to go find something to take right now.
[And now Wilson turns off the device; for those of you in the hospital, he's on his way to the pharmacy to get something to calm down his neurotransmitters.]
[ooc: Wilson is now updated as far as he's ever going to be updated. Season 3, episode Resignation. And yes, ladies and gents, as long as I've had this icon aside... he's finally, actually, on speed. Wilson's responses are voice unless labeled otherwise.]
It's one-eighty five. One-eighty five.
...One eighty-five?
Excuse me, I have to go kill someone.
[Of course, when Dr. Wilson makes his hasty exit to go pay a visit to his dear, best friend, he walks right out into a bustling hallway at City General. To say that he looks disoriented is not at all inaccurate, though it might be a bit of an undersell. This is certainly not the right hospital.]
Where did-- I'm not-- I was just--
[He stops in his paces, glancing behind him and opening the door to the room he just stepped out of... to find that it's now an empty, generic exam room at City General and that the poor young woman he just left is sitting alone, bewildered in a room in New Jersey, hoping that they are indeed calcium deposits.]
But this is-- I know-- oh no, really? Now? Did it have to--
[For those on the Network, there's rustling as a shaky, jittery hand reaches into his pockets to try to find the device he knows must be there. AHA. He's pulled it out now, noticed that it's on, and has begun speaking again; there was hardly a pause, really, but considering his condition it certainly feels like there was, from his perspective. He's talking fast, and stumbling over his own words as they pour out faster than he can manage to keep up with them.]
Hello? I guess I'm-- Well, I don't know, I think I'm back. This is the City, isn't it? I'm-- this is Dr. Wilson, I-- I guess I must have been gone, though I had no idea-- I was just... home, and everything was normal, and I didn't-- well, when I was home I didn't actually remember anything, but-- well, I'm back here now, and I know where I am, and I don't-- I mean, I remember now, somewhat, and I seem to remember that I didn't remember and-- I have no idea what I'm saying. But I know where I am. I think. I've been do-- I-- I'm on something. It was-- I'm pretty sure it's an amphetamine. Though-- of course, if it is, this could be an inter-- an adverse effect-- I could be hallucinating, of course, and then because of that state of altered consciousness, I could be experiencing false memories just as easily-- of course, if this is real, I still have the possibility-- I-- I just need to go find something to take right now.
[And now Wilson turns off the device; for those of you in the hospital, he's on his way to the pharmacy to get something to calm down his neurotransmitters.]
[ooc: Wilson is now updated as far as he's ever going to be updated. Season 3, episode Resignation. And yes, ladies and gents, as long as I've had this icon aside... he's finally, actually, on speed. Wilson's responses are voice unless labeled otherwise.]
