I've had to visit the dermatology department at the hospital to have a biopsy. Wilson insisted on accompanying me to offer moral support, though I think he was more anxious than I was — when we checked in at Reception he told the nurse that he'd brought me in to have an autopsy!
There was a bit of a delay before I was seen, and when my name was finally called he clutched my hand so tightly in his paw that it hurt!
He paid very close attention while the biopsy was taken (thankfully he didn't offer any advice, though I could tell he wanted to) but when the time came to have some stitches put in, he slumped in his chair in a faint! He had to be carried out by two nursing assistants and given a glass of water.
When he recovered he presented me with one of his 'Hi Wilson!' sticking plasters and an 'I've Been Brave at the Dermatologist' sticker he'd made for me.
I think he deserved a 'Brave' sticker too — it was a very tense time for him!
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