dr_conscience | [ in-character contact ]

Hello Dr. Wilson? This is Neil Perry.

Hello Neil. Feeling more yourself?

Yes, thank you. I wanted to apologize, if my being cursed caused any trouble for you. Or for the hospital.

You know being cursed isn't your fault. You didn't cause any trouble, though.

I know it's not my fault, but I'd hate to think I made things difficult. I'm pretty sure I knew what I was doing then, even if I don't know anything about medicine now. But I'm glad everything's all right.

Hello, Doctor. This is... Anna Assaoui. I wondered if I could... have your advice on something. Ah, please call me back, when you have a moment. Thank you.

[And as soon as he gets the voicemail - not terribly long after she leaves it - Wilson does, of course, return the call.

Ring!]

Ah... Dr. Wilson.

[Gosh. She's really going to have to go through with this now.]

Hello.

Hello, Anna.

[Sorry about that. He does always return calls.]

How are you?

I'm doing well. I hope you are also.

[Pleasantries. She can really only hide behind them for so long.]

I had, ah, wanted to speak with you... because I am not always certain I am seeing things as they are. Or perhaps... too sensitive to it, I am not certain.

I am, thank you.

[He didn't want to press her; he'd rather she bring up the reason she'd called on her own, and when she does, he listens with more than a touch of concern.]

What is it that makes you say that? What... what do you feel you're sensitive to?

There is a man who has... spoken to me. A young man. The things he says make me very nervous. And his smile...

[She trails off, very uncomfortable.]

It is not friendly.

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dr. wilson, this is olivia dunham. please call me back when you get the chance.

[Naturally, she gets a call back when he gets the text. Not terribly long after she sent it; just after the exam he'd been in.

Cue your ringtone, Agent Dunham.]

Dr. Wilson.

[ And Olivia does not bother with a 'How are you?' ]

Olivia.

[So businesslike. His tone isn't mocking hers, though; it's cordial.]

You rang? Well - texted.

Bad curse. Going to get Chase to the hospital. Bldg 12.

Need help?

I'm fine I'll catch up with you there

There's some small comfort in knowing that the little things don't change much at all, from world to world. Isaak's always been good at getting his way, and only rarely does he need to resort to a show of force for it. At the Hospital, a winning smile and unquestionable confidence is enough to override any protests the receptionists and nurses might otherwise make, and he ends up with directions to Dr. Wilson's office.

He doesn't feel the slightest bit of guilt over showing up unannounced, and he knocks on Wilson's door without hesitation.

Wilson hadn't been expecting anyone, but a knock on his door out of the blue isn't exactly unheard of. People do drop in from time to time, after all; other doctors, nurses, the occasional visit from an acquaintance. Of course he has no inkling of who it is, but the fact that there's a knock does at least mean that it isn't House.

He glances up from the computer screen he's been at for some time, entering in patient information and updating files, looking toward the doorway beyond his desk.

"Come in?" Projecting, of course, just enough to be heard through the door.

He's smiling faintly as he comes in, shutting the door gently behind him.

"Doctor Wilson. We spoke on the-- Network, is that right? Isaak."

Crossing the room to stand on the other side of Wilson's desk, he offers a hand.

"I hope you don't mind my dropping in."

Wilson turns fully away from the computer as Isaak enters, offering a cordial if slightly bemused smile. He's not sure exactly how Isaak tracked down his office - fortunately, he doesn't particularly mind the intrusion.

"Of course, Isaak."

The offered hand is, of course, accepted in a firm handshake as the bemusement slips away to allow for a more assured smile.

"No... no, I don't mind. What can I do for you?"

If it came up, he'd be perfectly happy admitting to chatting up the nurses a bit, but really it's neither here nor there. Things in this City are oddly informal anyway-- it must be what comes of being stuck in such a small place for so long, at least for some Citizens-- he's willing to bet he's not the first to try this tactic.

"I was hoping I might ask you a favour, actually." He helps himself to a seat. "I didn't think to mention it when we spoke, but as you're a doctor-- I've some stitches that ought to come out. If it's not too much trouble."

Wilson leans back, shrugging easily, "No, it's certainly not too much trouble. Though, I'm sure anyone would have been happy and able to help you down in the clinic."

Which is clearly not voiced as an objection, just an observation. It does seem like a bit of unnecessary trouble for Isaak to go to, coming to him when he could have walked in and had it taken care of.

That's true, but it wouldn't have served the additional purpose of further looking into his small circle of acquaintances. And, well, force of habit; he's not the sort of man who willingly goes to the hospital to have things taken care of. Asking personally might mean escaping a paper trail, though it probably doesn't matter here.

He shrugs it off. "Hospitals always make me a bit nervous," he says simply, with a trace of a smile. "Whenever would be convenient for you-- if you're busy today, I can come back."