Rent was blasting within and without of William Pearce's office, and if the residents and staff didn't know what that meant, the old-timers let them know.
Dr. Pearce wasn't to be disturbed unless there was an emergency. Tell the younger parents that Rent had a mature rating and while Pearce would keep it down for their sensitivity, he would not
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The Head of Oncology had brought in a couple changes of clothes today, just in case Chase’s grandparents made an appearance and a much neater shirt and tie combination hung in his office. A change of clothes wasn’t the only thing Wilson had brought. He’d also brought what he liked to term ‘Pearce Pixie Dust’.
Now, he just needed a couple of accomplices!
Grabbing Karol, Wilson breezed down onto the Ped’s floor with a cheerful wave to residents and nurse’s alike.
“Good morning, everybody…how are we?”
He seemed the antithesis of the man currently locked in his office blasting Rent but members of the Club would have recognized that Wilson had his mischief face on. It was good mischief though, he promised ( ... )
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Especially when this 'one' was several platters of red cherry jello jigglers being left for him at the nurse's station, and an entire department of giggling.
He put down his pile of finished casefiles, smiled a little, and plucked up a platter to carry off to his office. To everyone else, he turned and said, "Well, what are you waiting for? Dig in. Can't eat this all by myself."
There were some whoops as the children (and adults) descended on the jello.
Will kept on smiling, and glanced around for Wilson. Because only Wilson would do something THIS insane.
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Dark eyes meet Will's overtop the heads of the children a smile, which reached all the way up to his eyes was cast in the other man's direction along with a little shrug.
Sometimes, you just needed jello.
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Maybe switch it out to 'Moulin Rouge'.
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