[Orig] Doctor in the House
Title: Doctor in the House
A/N: Part of Rebirth Moon: Syndrome Take Two.
It’s the line ‘You really need to get laid’ that was the real reason why I was prompted real bad to write this thing.
Summary: Niebel Hospital is a hospital full of oddities and random quirks. But what set the place out from the rest are the temporary residents of the hospital... and of course, the doctors.
Doctor in the House
It was a bright and sunny day in the usually gloomy city of London. Sitting behind a dark mahogany desk was a young man with his dark chestnut hair styled with dark red highlights he had probably just gotten lately.
Tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear, Dr. Jeremy Creid Reiner, head of the Department of Oncology stayed oblivious to the whines of his not-so-dear friend, the bane of his existence, and of course, a fellow doctor, Armand Vicerra. Despite the cries of agony, he continued checking an MRI scan.
“Are you even listening to me?!”
Jeremy only gave his friend a look that said, “No. Shut up.”
Yes, Jeremy had sort of made it clear that he wasn’t in the mood to listen to someone rant at him. But no matter how many times he tried to push the head of the Department of Neurology, it seemed like Jeremy really had no chance of surviving a day without Armand. But alas, even the almighty Jeremy had his own limit. Knowing he can’t handle it anymore, Jeremy put down the MRI scan. The action startled Armand a bit and grimaced a little bit when Jeremy turned and gave him another stare. The next question nearly made him fall from his seat.
“When was the last time you got laid?”
“What?!”
The question caught Armand really off guard. The neurologist stared at the other doctor with wide eyes as if asking him if he had lost his hypothalamus.
“Well? When was the last time you got laid? By the sound of it, of everything, it clearly sounds like you’re stressed.”
The mere fact that Jeremy was able to ask him that with a straight face was too unsettling for the neurologist. It didn’t calm Armand down a single bit. Instead, it made him stare aghast at the situation even more. Jeremy just had to ask him about the pathetic state of his equally pathetic sex life.
“Because you know, lack of sex can lead to a person being downright pissy, and I don’t think I need another idiot here in front of me. A pissy idiot, to be exact.”
The oncologist’s leveled stare on Armand was downright settling, and Armand gulped a little. Somehow, the other doctor had just hit home.
“Damn you.”
It was all Armand could spite at the oncologist before he grumbled and decided it’s time for another lunch. Without faltering a step, he dragged Jeremy by the arm, yanking him off of his chair. He didn’t listen to Jeremy’s loud protests, which only sounded like hisses.
“What in the name of-”
“You’re so owing me a date right now.”
“Well, I’m sorry for not bringing the cupcake last night, love.”
Oh, someone’s really sarcastic now. But Armand didn’t regret a single second of ruffling Jeremy’s fur. Besides, Jeremy does owe him a date…
“…in the cafeteria?”
Armand shrugged. It’s not like he could leave the hospital, especially when he had a patient whose brain’s about to blow up in around twenty minutes.
“And for the record, we broke up, like, last month,” Armand said offhandedly, grabbing a plate of seafood pasta and an apple. Jeremy nodded absently, fixing himself a salad. “According to him, the elephant might make a better bedmate than me.”
“No wonder you were such a loser last night.”
“Shut up.”
Jeremy earned himself a smack in the head. They reached the cashier where an intern nurse was standing behind the register. She sent shied smiles at the two handsome doctors, and Armand just gave the nurse a charming smile of his own. Just as Jeremy was about to pay for their food, it startled him that the numbers seemed to be losing a digit.
Damn Armand. Always taking advantage of everything.
“So, tell me,” the two shuffled towards an empty table, setting down their trays. Armand bit his apple then looked at the oncologist in front of him. “What are you exactly pulling?”
“Huh?”
The leveled stare Jeremy loved giving him didn’t ease the tension settling on Armand’s shoulders. “You know very damn well what I’m talking about. You don’t ask questions like that for any absolute reason.”
Armand shrugged. “I just told you. We broke up last month so-”
“And you didn’t hire any hookers?”
“Why would I hire hookers?”
“Because you broke up.”
“And so?”
Jeremy shrugged and said, all the while pointing his fork at the neurologist in front of him, “You’re the one who deals with the brain here, Armand. You already know which part of the brain made you gay, and now, you have to know the reason why you broke up and ultimately, why you dragged me out of my office just to humor yourself.”
“You mean I have to know, or do you mean I already know?”
The oncologist rolled his eyes dully.
“Sentence structures, what gives?”
“Well, it would if you’re actually questioning my abilities as a doctor and then relating it to my life.”
The stare Jeremy gave his colleague was incredulous.
“I’m not questioning your abilities. I know you’re a good doctor. It’s just you make a bad human being.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Dr. Vicerra?”
Both doctors looked up from their table.
Armand wished he didn’t, because standing right there, few feet from their table, was someone he’d always avoid at all cost, even when inside the patient’s room.
His squirm should be enough to speak of the intense displeasure he’s having.
“I didn’t know you also swing the other way,” he heard Jeremy whispered to him, both of their eyes trained on the voluptuous woman in front of them.
Slowly, Jeremy rose from his seat, reaching out a hand to the woman, and flashed a bright smile at her hat usually sent the nurses sighing and melting.
“I’m Dr. Reiner, Miss-“
“Missis,” she glared at both the doctor and his hand disdainfully. “It’s Mrs. Anaheim, and please, I would love to talk to Dr. Vicerra here about the state of my son and why he’s bleeding through his ears.”
“Oh, dear,” Armand immediately muttered, rising as well, looking very much apologetic-not. He hated dealing his patients unless he had to stop a seizure or whack their brain with mallet, but he hated it even more when it’s explaining medical stuffs to patients’ guardians that just can’t understand even if he put it in simple terms. “I think I got my timer too late.”
“You what?!” The lady practically shrieked at him, looking very much aghast. But Armand didn’t mind, not at all, definitely. Besides, he’s quite used to this kind of scenario.
He should start timing his watch five minute earlier.
“If you’ll excuse me, Mrs. Anaheim, I would like to go and see your son now. It’s been nice seeing you again, and really, I would love to have more than idle talks with you. But alas, I have a life to save, which is your son’s. Of course, you can always speak to Dr. Reiner here,” he pointed at the doctor beside him, ignoring the sudden indignant spluttering. “Who’s quite a great psychologist dealing with the many ways of how the female human mind functions and who can surely help you with your many womanly woes.”
And with that, he literally sprinted off, leaving Jeremy behind to face a fuming mother.
“This,” Mrs. Anaheim shook with so much anger Jeremy instantly thought of what to do in case she’ll suffer a cardiac arrest. “Is this hospital’s so-called top quality services?!”
“Well, not really. It just so happens Armand’s hardly takes his patients seriously,” he would like to say, but he didn’t. He opted to simply bow his head, eyes ignoring the woman’s before finally ushering her to take Armand’s now empty seat.
“Perhaps a light lunch will help you settle your little insecurities, ma’am? After all, a woman of great beauty like you should not be worried.”
He flashed her an extra shiny smile for safety measures. He never thought there will be a day he come to appreciate this God cursed gift as Mrs. Anaheim began to unwind, slowly sharing with him things about her life that he wouldn’t even remember by the end of the conversation.
Armand is so going to owe him a date. A big one.
END
A/N: Part of Rebirth Moon: Syndrome Take Two.
It’s the line ‘You really need to get laid’ that was the real reason why I was prompted real bad to write this thing.
Summary: Niebel Hospital is a hospital full of oddities and random quirks. But what set the place out from the rest are the temporary residents of the hospital... and of course, the doctors.
Doctor in the House
It was a bright and sunny day in the usually gloomy city of London. Sitting behind a dark mahogany desk was a young man with his dark chestnut hair styled with dark red highlights he had probably just gotten lately.
Tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear, Dr. Jeremy Creid Reiner, head of the Department of Oncology stayed oblivious to the whines of his not-so-dear friend, the bane of his existence, and of course, a fellow doctor, Armand Vicerra. Despite the cries of agony, he continued checking an MRI scan.
“Are you even listening to me?!”
Jeremy only gave his friend a look that said, “No. Shut up.”
Yes, Jeremy had sort of made it clear that he wasn’t in the mood to listen to someone rant at him. But no matter how many times he tried to push the head of the Department of Neurology, it seemed like Jeremy really had no chance of surviving a day without Armand. But alas, even the almighty Jeremy had his own limit. Knowing he can’t handle it anymore, Jeremy put down the MRI scan. The action startled Armand a bit and grimaced a little bit when Jeremy turned and gave him another stare. The next question nearly made him fall from his seat.
“When was the last time you got laid?”
“What?!”
The question caught Armand really off guard. The neurologist stared at the other doctor with wide eyes as if asking him if he had lost his hypothalamus.
“Well? When was the last time you got laid? By the sound of it, of everything, it clearly sounds like you’re stressed.”
The mere fact that Jeremy was able to ask him that with a straight face was too unsettling for the neurologist. It didn’t calm Armand down a single bit. Instead, it made him stare aghast at the situation even more. Jeremy just had to ask him about the pathetic state of his equally pathetic sex life.
“Because you know, lack of sex can lead to a person being downright pissy, and I don’t think I need another idiot here in front of me. A pissy idiot, to be exact.”
The oncologist’s leveled stare on Armand was downright settling, and Armand gulped a little. Somehow, the other doctor had just hit home.
“Damn you.”
It was all Armand could spite at the oncologist before he grumbled and decided it’s time for another lunch. Without faltering a step, he dragged Jeremy by the arm, yanking him off of his chair. He didn’t listen to Jeremy’s loud protests, which only sounded like hisses.
“What in the name of-”
“You’re so owing me a date right now.”
“Well, I’m sorry for not bringing the cupcake last night, love.”
Oh, someone’s really sarcastic now. But Armand didn’t regret a single second of ruffling Jeremy’s fur. Besides, Jeremy does owe him a date…
“…in the cafeteria?”
Armand shrugged. It’s not like he could leave the hospital, especially when he had a patient whose brain’s about to blow up in around twenty minutes.
“And for the record, we broke up, like, last month,” Armand said offhandedly, grabbing a plate of seafood pasta and an apple. Jeremy nodded absently, fixing himself a salad. “According to him, the elephant might make a better bedmate than me.”
“No wonder you were such a loser last night.”
“Shut up.”
Jeremy earned himself a smack in the head. They reached the cashier where an intern nurse was standing behind the register. She sent shied smiles at the two handsome doctors, and Armand just gave the nurse a charming smile of his own. Just as Jeremy was about to pay for their food, it startled him that the numbers seemed to be losing a digit.
Damn Armand. Always taking advantage of everything.
“So, tell me,” the two shuffled towards an empty table, setting down their trays. Armand bit his apple then looked at the oncologist in front of him. “What are you exactly pulling?”
“Huh?”
The leveled stare Jeremy loved giving him didn’t ease the tension settling on Armand’s shoulders. “You know very damn well what I’m talking about. You don’t ask questions like that for any absolute reason.”
Armand shrugged. “I just told you. We broke up last month so-”
“And you didn’t hire any hookers?”
“Why would I hire hookers?”
“Because you broke up.”
“And so?”
Jeremy shrugged and said, all the while pointing his fork at the neurologist in front of him, “You’re the one who deals with the brain here, Armand. You already know which part of the brain made you gay, and now, you have to know the reason why you broke up and ultimately, why you dragged me out of my office just to humor yourself.”
“You mean I have to know, or do you mean I already know?”
The oncologist rolled his eyes dully.
“Sentence structures, what gives?”
“Well, it would if you’re actually questioning my abilities as a doctor and then relating it to my life.”
The stare Jeremy gave his colleague was incredulous.
“I’m not questioning your abilities. I know you’re a good doctor. It’s just you make a bad human being.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Dr. Vicerra?”
Both doctors looked up from their table.
Armand wished he didn’t, because standing right there, few feet from their table, was someone he’d always avoid at all cost, even when inside the patient’s room.
His squirm should be enough to speak of the intense displeasure he’s having.
“I didn’t know you also swing the other way,” he heard Jeremy whispered to him, both of their eyes trained on the voluptuous woman in front of them.
Slowly, Jeremy rose from his seat, reaching out a hand to the woman, and flashed a bright smile at her hat usually sent the nurses sighing and melting.
“I’m Dr. Reiner, Miss-“
“Missis,” she glared at both the doctor and his hand disdainfully. “It’s Mrs. Anaheim, and please, I would love to talk to Dr. Vicerra here about the state of my son and why he’s bleeding through his ears.”
“Oh, dear,” Armand immediately muttered, rising as well, looking very much apologetic-not. He hated dealing his patients unless he had to stop a seizure or whack their brain with mallet, but he hated it even more when it’s explaining medical stuffs to patients’ guardians that just can’t understand even if he put it in simple terms. “I think I got my timer too late.”
“You what?!” The lady practically shrieked at him, looking very much aghast. But Armand didn’t mind, not at all, definitely. Besides, he’s quite used to this kind of scenario.
He should start timing his watch five minute earlier.
“If you’ll excuse me, Mrs. Anaheim, I would like to go and see your son now. It’s been nice seeing you again, and really, I would love to have more than idle talks with you. But alas, I have a life to save, which is your son’s. Of course, you can always speak to Dr. Reiner here,” he pointed at the doctor beside him, ignoring the sudden indignant spluttering. “Who’s quite a great psychologist dealing with the many ways of how the female human mind functions and who can surely help you with your many womanly woes.”
And with that, he literally sprinted off, leaving Jeremy behind to face a fuming mother.
“This,” Mrs. Anaheim shook with so much anger Jeremy instantly thought of what to do in case she’ll suffer a cardiac arrest. “Is this hospital’s so-called top quality services?!”
“Well, not really. It just so happens Armand’s hardly takes his patients seriously,” he would like to say, but he didn’t. He opted to simply bow his head, eyes ignoring the woman’s before finally ushering her to take Armand’s now empty seat.
“Perhaps a light lunch will help you settle your little insecurities, ma’am? After all, a woman of great beauty like you should not be worried.”
He flashed her an extra shiny smile for safety measures. He never thought there will be a day he come to appreciate this God cursed gift as Mrs. Anaheim began to unwind, slowly sharing with him things about her life that he wouldn’t even remember by the end of the conversation.
Armand is so going to owe him a date. A big one.
END