Even though a frantic and thorough review of previous MRIs had revealed nothing, Wilson had still scheduled Kai in for an MRI first thing in the morning, pulling a couple of strings to get the test run even though it was a Sunday morning. He’d reviewed the new films with a fine tooth comb, employing a couple different techniques and had eventually ( Read more... )

It was strange, Chase reflected, as he stroked his lover's hair slowly. Strange how your body started noticing things about another person's that told things weren't 'quite right'. You could tell by the mere quietness of someone who was usually quite chatty after amazing sex, the way they seemed to cling that much tighter. The way they watched, but ( Read more... )

Except for doing rounds and attending to the other functions he was committed to in the hospital, Wilson had for the most part retreated to his office for the day. For a man who usually kept his door open, an unspoken invitation for anyone who needed to, to stop in the firmly closed door spoke volumes to his staff and anyone who knew him well.

( After leaving Kai’s room, )

It was one of those weird things called… a day off ( Read more... )

( Lord grant me the strength to change the things I can, the serenity to accept the things I can not and the wisdom to know the difference. )

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. )

Okay… so sleep was for the weak and while Wilson had managed to make it through his morning rounds and meeting with a spring in his step due to a 6 shot espresso drink with a two coffee cup chaser, it was now afternoon and he was ready for a little quiet -if one more person remarked on his choice to wear a turtleneck…- and a singular focus ( Read more... )

After taking Sunday off, Monday morning found James Wilson once again neatly pressed and presentable. The only concession he gave to any lingering tiredness was in taking the elevator instead of the stairs to get up to Oncology ( Read more... )

34 Hours of nerve racking chaos, confusion, fear and emotionally gut wrenching decisions, followed by two scotches, chased by some of the most mind blowing, emotionally satisfying sex ever all topped with a very hot shower, had left James Wilson finally, totally and completely knocked out on his ass ( Read more... )

Doctor James T. Wilson, Head of Oncology at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, member of the Board, member of the transplant committee, published oncologist, and much sought after lecturer stood with his hands in the pockets of his lab coat watching as twelve year old Bobby Higgins continued to empty the contents of his stomach all over the ( Read more... )