Wilson grabbed his jacket and slipped out of the hospital's front door. He knew if he didn't get out for a few minutes right now, he might not get out again before nightfall. He hated looking out the hospital windows and being surprised at the darkness beyond them.
Walking for the park and holding a newspaper under his arm, he considered the recent influx of patients. Mostly he'd been counseling more than treating illnesses, as the residents of the City seemed much disturbed by the recent move. Panic seemed to be the most common reaction, followed by fighting and self-mutilation of some sort. It was really making clinic hours take forever. Wilson started to sympathize with House's hatred and disdain of the clinic. Of course, the patients here were a little....different.
Finding an unoccupied bench, Wilson sat down and opened the paper to the comics and games section. All the comics were reruns, it was s shame no one in the City was producing new ones for the local paper. At least crosswords and sudoku were challening. He pulled out his pen and began to mark up the newsprint, eyebrows furrowed.