' Finally.. So bad that I will have to help at the consulting rooms. '

Gregory cracked his neck as he sat in one of the two chairs on the reception desk, his slouchy yet almost straight figure resting above the rolling black chair. His gaze adverted from the pen he kept clicking to Wilson, who sat beside him with his legs above the desk, resting and enjoy the break as well.. Guessing, the cancer investigation corpse had been busy this week, that was judging the way Wilson sat. Gregory looked at him intently, fidgeting with his cane on his left hand. He sat uncomfortable, almost, his leg was killing him but well, he had already taken enough painkillers for today.

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Gregory had known Wilson for quite a while already, so he could tell the way his posture changed depending on the way he was feeling. He sneered a bit as he laid back on the chair, his eyes still locked on Wilson's face as he did. He was amused by the way Wilson seemed way too much bothered and stressed, well, it was the life as Doctors — Who would blame him? Gregory soon whistled as he played with the pen in his hand, drumming the arm rest of his dark chair. People were passing and coming, some hurried, some calm and with good news.. Other with not. That remembered Gregory of what he had told Chase sometime ago: "Go check on the patient, I will be on the consulting rooms if you need me" — God, he should really attend to his new duties.

' How has everything been treating you, huh, Wilson? '

Gregory asked out of the blue. As Doctor's, they almost didn't had time to talk about anything else than medical requests, patient conditions and Gregory's intuitions of a patients sickness. It was almost always the last one's. Gregory understood that it would sound weird to talk about anything more, but he wasn't afraid of asking something so casual for being in an hospital, in work hours. He shifted on the chair, holding his cane on his free hand to help him stabilize the chair.