Stage 3. -Open-
Avalance is sullen and too thin ; She starves herself to rid herself of sin ; And the kick is so divine ; when she sees bones beneath her skin ; and she says ; Hey baby can you bleed like me ; C'mon baby can you bleed like me
He'd heard the song playing from Kai's room the other day and it had just grabbed him, which was how James Wilson 39 year old oncologist came to be in possession of a Garbage CD. Already loaded into his own MP3 player, Wilson had set the player to repeat and settled into his office to work a puzzle.
Chase was out with Foreman, which provided Wilson with the perfect oppertunity to do one of the things PP-TH paid him for. Work the puzzle which was trying to come up with the best course of treatment for cancer patients.
In this particular instance... Rowan Chase.
Chrisse's all dressed up and acting coy ; painted like a brand new Christmas toy ; He's trying to figure out if he's a girl or he's a boy ; He says ; Hey baby can you bleed like me ; C'mon baby can you bleed like me
He'd been working with the huge manual which had come with the Hercepticon, going back over the clinical trials and the results of those trials to date, matching it to Rowan's lab results from baseline to current and he was now going back over oncology journals and even some of the more recent text books.
Wilson had long ago ditched his lab coat and was now comfortable in just the dark green turtleneck and black slacks. He'd even kicked off his shoes by this point and padded silently back and forth between the disaster area which was his desk and the wall mounted lighting unit where Rowan's most recent MRI's were posted.
Doodle takes dad's scissors to her skin ; And when she does relief comes setting in ; While she hides the scars she's making
Underneath her pretty clothes ; She sings ; Hey baby can you bleed like me ; C'mon baby can you bleed like me
The soft pluck of the guitar and low wail of the bass in the song had been part of what had originally caught Wilson's attention. The words...had also caught his attention and he used it now as a background to his driven thoughts, singing softly along with the words as he moved back and forth, studying... making notes... working on calculations.
He'd planned to work on this earlier but had set it aside when Mrs. Tiles was referred up to him. Perhaps this had been for the better, since now he could concentrate fully on the results... on the puzzle...
Limitless 'What if's?'
He'd left his door open, even though the music was turned up but it wasn't enough to bother anyone else on the floor and it let air move around in the office. At this hour, he didn't expect to be interupted and anyone on the floor who knew him...knew that he was... trying to grab a tiger by the tail.
Trying to work that deadly puzzle.
Therapy is Speedie's brand new drug ; Dancing with the devil's past has never been too fun ; It's better off than trying to take a bullet from a gun ; And she cries ; Hey baby can you bleed like me ; C'mon baby can you bleed like me
The big black manual lay open across his desk, his table was covered with journals and charts, chairs had become home to other files which needed his attention in the next couple of days and so he'd 'put them somewhere safe' but with every flat surface covered, he was now sitting down on the floor of his office, half way between the light board and his desk. A legal pad of paper sat on his thigh, a scientific calculator on the floor in front of him and little wadded up yellow pieces of paper littered the ground around him.
JT's gets all fucked up in some karaoke bar ; After two drinks he's a loser after three drinks he's a star ; Getting all nostalgic as he sings "I will survive" ; Hey baby can you bleed like me ; C'mon baby can you bleed like me
Stage 3.
The Hercepticon had brought Rowan's cancer back down to a Stage 3.
The Hercepticon was a chemo base attack on the cancer and with Rowan's cancer having been at Stage 4 it had been pure experiment but now...
Stage 3
A step... a small step... but a step.
There was a secondary attack option now. Partner the Hercepticon -chemo- with standard radiation. The classic one / two punch for fighting a Stage 3.
But Hercepticon had never been used in the One / Two punch before, only theorized upon by the boys at Hopkins. They hadn't had a patient step down before but here was Rowan...
Stage 3.
Wilson needed... to find the way to make it work. Had to marry an experimental, clinical trail drug, to the radiation... but how? And how would Rowan respond?
Big questions, with a multitude of answers. A jigsaw puzzle with limitless pieces and James Wilson was fighting to find and match each and every one.
You should see my scars ; You should see my scars ; You should see my scars ; You should see my scars ; And try to comprehend that ;
Which you'll never comprehend
He'd heard the song playing from Kai's room the other day and it had just grabbed him, which was how James Wilson 39 year old oncologist came to be in possession of a Garbage CD. Already loaded into his own MP3 player, Wilson had set the player to repeat and settled into his office to work a puzzle.
Chase was out with Foreman, which provided Wilson with the perfect oppertunity to do one of the things PP-TH paid him for. Work the puzzle which was trying to come up with the best course of treatment for cancer patients.
In this particular instance... Rowan Chase.
Chrisse's all dressed up and acting coy ; painted like a brand new Christmas toy ; He's trying to figure out if he's a girl or he's a boy ; He says ; Hey baby can you bleed like me ; C'mon baby can you bleed like me
He'd been working with the huge manual which had come with the Hercepticon, going back over the clinical trials and the results of those trials to date, matching it to Rowan's lab results from baseline to current and he was now going back over oncology journals and even some of the more recent text books.
Wilson had long ago ditched his lab coat and was now comfortable in just the dark green turtleneck and black slacks. He'd even kicked off his shoes by this point and padded silently back and forth between the disaster area which was his desk and the wall mounted lighting unit where Rowan's most recent MRI's were posted.
Doodle takes dad's scissors to her skin ; And when she does relief comes setting in ; While she hides the scars she's making
Underneath her pretty clothes ; She sings ; Hey baby can you bleed like me ; C'mon baby can you bleed like me
The soft pluck of the guitar and low wail of the bass in the song had been part of what had originally caught Wilson's attention. The words...had also caught his attention and he used it now as a background to his driven thoughts, singing softly along with the words as he moved back and forth, studying... making notes... working on calculations.
He'd planned to work on this earlier but had set it aside when Mrs. Tiles was referred up to him. Perhaps this had been for the better, since now he could concentrate fully on the results... on the puzzle...
Limitless 'What if's?'
He'd left his door open, even though the music was turned up but it wasn't enough to bother anyone else on the floor and it let air move around in the office. At this hour, he didn't expect to be interupted and anyone on the floor who knew him...knew that he was... trying to grab a tiger by the tail.
Trying to work that deadly puzzle.
Therapy is Speedie's brand new drug ; Dancing with the devil's past has never been too fun ; It's better off than trying to take a bullet from a gun ; And she cries ; Hey baby can you bleed like me ; C'mon baby can you bleed like me
The big black manual lay open across his desk, his table was covered with journals and charts, chairs had become home to other files which needed his attention in the next couple of days and so he'd 'put them somewhere safe' but with every flat surface covered, he was now sitting down on the floor of his office, half way between the light board and his desk. A legal pad of paper sat on his thigh, a scientific calculator on the floor in front of him and little wadded up yellow pieces of paper littered the ground around him.
JT's gets all fucked up in some karaoke bar ; After two drinks he's a loser after three drinks he's a star ; Getting all nostalgic as he sings "I will survive" ; Hey baby can you bleed like me ; C'mon baby can you bleed like me
Stage 3.
The Hercepticon had brought Rowan's cancer back down to a Stage 3.
The Hercepticon was a chemo base attack on the cancer and with Rowan's cancer having been at Stage 4 it had been pure experiment but now...
Stage 3
A step... a small step... but a step.
There was a secondary attack option now. Partner the Hercepticon -chemo- with standard radiation. The classic one / two punch for fighting a Stage 3.
But Hercepticon had never been used in the One / Two punch before, only theorized upon by the boys at Hopkins. They hadn't had a patient step down before but here was Rowan...
Stage 3.
Wilson needed... to find the way to make it work. Had to marry an experimental, clinical trail drug, to the radiation... but how? And how would Rowan respond?
Big questions, with a multitude of answers. A jigsaw puzzle with limitless pieces and James Wilson was fighting to find and match each and every one.
You should see my scars ; You should see my scars ; You should see my scars ; You should see my scars ; And try to comprehend that ;
Which you'll never comprehend