Will had managed to stifle most of his anxiety. It wasn't the first time, after all, that he'd helped someone learn to use their abilities, even if some of those lessons had a habit of ending in painful injuries. He was relatively certain that Blaze wouldn't leave him with more than a headache, which would make it more than worth his while to help his new friend. Recapturing some aspect of the life he'd had Before, learning and growing and making the world a better place under the guidance of Helen Magnus, would be a welcome change from a life of fighting palefaces and struggling to survive.

Magnus was gone, but he could at least recreate this one aspect of her work here at the end of all things.

Glancing at his watch, he waited for Blaze to arrive so they could start her lessons, happier than he thought he's been since the start of the Outbreak.

Well, let's see. It's definitely not the giant squid. Or the vampire. Werewolves are pretty neat, but I think I need to go with mermaids since not only did one once save my life (granted, I know a werewolf who's bailed my ass out of hot water multiple times) but they're pretty easy on the eyes. Sorry, Henry...

Only until I realized he wasn't fictional...

hey, everyone. since I don't intend to get Will back into a game any time soon and he's not really been involved in any of the games he was in for a couple blue moons and change, I'm going to be deleting all of his game entries soon (in a week or so here) just to try to clean up the journal

if he has any posts that you'd like me to retain for your own purposes (character or plot development stuff, etc), let me know and I'll retain those so you can reference back to them should you need to.

thanks
Kat 

The blood-work complete, Will's dosed Kate with all the counteragents she'll need to undergo surgery safely in a little while. With Ashley off doing something unavoidable, Will's left to sit up with Kate in case she comes to again, which seems not unlikely with some of the meds swimming through her system until the antagonists can kick in for her. There's no place he'd rather be less but, at the same time, he can't leave Kate alone at a time like this, no matter how unpleasant it is.

From: Zimmerman, Dr. William P.
To: all staff and residents

Since we have several foreign residents and employees this year (and any number of domestic residents as scatter-brained as me who completely spaced until five minutes ago), federal and local income taxes are due. If you've made money in this country in the past year (through work, sales, investment, patents, etc.), it's time to give Uncle Sam his pound of flesh. If you need an accountant, let me know; mine will give you a discount or even do it free if it's a simple case (I bribe her with chocolate several times a year). If you aren't sure whether you owe taxes, ask and I'll find out for you. Let's try not to piss off the IRS, guys. The only crime Al Capone ever actually served criminal time for, after all, was tax evasion and the Sanctuary really doesn't need to bring unfavorable attention to itself given the present state of affairs.

Again, if you have any questions or concerns or require assistance with tax preparations (or tax shelters), just let me know.

-- Will

Will carries the newest Sanctuary resident down to the infirmary slung over his shoulder, knowing she's too doped on Valium to mind the less-than-tender treatment. Laying her on a bed, he scrubs and gloves up, laying an IV and hooking her up to a unit of saline and one of glucose while she's still too... relaxed to argue.

Then he sits and waits.  

There's something about the latest refugee to the Sanctuary that has Will vaguely uneasy. Granted, she's several kinds of shaken from the recent beating she took and the fact that there's a price on her head but Will thinks there's more to it than that. There's just something subtly off about her and it's hard to say how much of that's normal stress and how much is something more maladaptive  like PTSD or Adjustment Disorder. 

Sighing, he opens his email client and begins to type, sending a text to her phone.

Miss Ferrier, 

can you come see me in my office? I have a few concerns that I'd like to discuss with you; hopefully we can get things cleared up with minimal discomfort. 

-- Will

It's been a torturous couple of weeks topped off by a crazy few days and Will's exhausted in a way that's more emotional than physical. Once Watson's resting comfortably, Will hauls himself out of bed and heads to Magnus' office since there really is no rest for the weary at times like these.

She's on her couch, going through the reports he's been compiling for her since her absence, sitting down next to her and resting his cheek against her shoulder without preamble. 

"Don't think I remembered to say welcome home," he observes quietly. 

* cooking for family and friends
* just hanging with family and friends
* playing music with family, friends and patients
* helping patients move forward
* finally having the answers I seek
* being able to sleep through more nights than not for the first time since I was 8

(ooc: I may not be tagging much for the next several days. The human who pulls my string is seeing her sister, brother-in-law and nieces for the first time in over a year. I will catch those tags up when possible and I'm not forgetting any of them, I promise. If you need anything game-related, PM me here or at kat_rowe and I'll get back to you within a day.)