dr_conscience: (What the // Hope I didn't just say that)
[Wilson's device has gotten turned on.

No, it's off.

On.

Off.

On?

Yes, now it's on. But it's muffled, sitting inside the pocket of his lab coat. He's speaking at a rate which melds all his words together, nearly on top of of each other, and allows for no pauses whatsoever. Papers shuffling around at a similar rate can also be heard. Whoever he's speaking to obviously is not being given time to respond.]


--it's alright. Just-- here, listen, I need you to put in this new prescription for [shuffle] this patient, reschedule the biopsy for [shuffle] this one, increase the dosage on [shuffle] this one, and find alternate treatment options for [shuffle] this one-- we're just not getting the response that we'd hoped for. [The ultimate shuffling as the files get handed over.] Got that? Good. You've got it. Yes. I've got to get to the clinic-- look, there are notes, okay? Everything is written down-- you can page me if you have questions-- I have to go. Okay. Right.

[And off he goes. And now his device turns off. And on. And off. And on.

Wait, what is he doing? Not pausing in his highly accelerated walking through the hospital hallways, he pulls the device out and looks at it.]


Oh-- sorry, I'm sorry. I hadn't meant to post anything, it's-- my hand was just, it was in my pocket, and. Well, sorry. I have to go, just-- sorry about that.

[And... off.]

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James E. Wilson, MD

April 2016

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