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For those who have never read The One and Only, you won't miss much. For those who have read it and thought there wasn't much KiddxLaw scenes, this is the place where you can read it.
The Law's Clinic was busy with five or six patients waiting for their checkup when a man burst into the building Law called 'home'. All of the patients turned and stared at the man covered in engine oil. Some fumbled with their purses to get a handkerchief so they could relieve themselves from the fresh reek of oil. When the man finally was able to calm down to speak, Law peered out from his office.
"What happened?"
"Our boss-his arm got caught in the machine!" The man broke into sobs, "It's bleeding really badly!"
Law imagined how gruesome the arm might look like. Depending on the machine, the results were different, but he imagined the arm barely hanging by the tendons. That way, it motivated him to perform the surgery.
"Did you bring the patient?"
"Y-Yes, we did!"
"You did?" Law gawked. He didn't expect the answer. He doubted that the wound was serious. "Alright, bring him over." The man nodded and ran out of the front door. Seconds later, the bleeding patient wobbled in with two of his comrades supporting him. The man was tall, so he towered over his little subordinates. His skin was deathly white from the loss of blood. His lips were an eerie bright color, but Law saw that it was because of the red lipstick. He was clothed in a dark brown leather jacket, tall black boots, spiky bracelets, and ropes of chains. Law flicked his eyes to the arms, wondering which one was injured. That disappointed him. Apparently, the man was over exaggerating, but Law did smell the metallic scent of blood.
The injured man raised his head and glared at Law. The doctor could only compare those eyes to a lion without teeth because on how easily he could see the pain reflecting through them.
"You're the doctor?" The man growled.
"You're a punk rocker?"
"No, engineer." The man managed to spat out before he winced in pain.
Law sighed and threw his thumb over his shoulder, "Bring him to the emergency room. There's a bed, so tell him to lie down." The comrades grinned with delight and urged their 'boss' to walk. By the looks of their style, the three were from the Western side of the country-meaning they were from the town where handyman thrived. This also meant they happened to have only pennies in their wallets.
The doctor slipped on a large, loose surgeon's outfit. He pulled off his fluffy hat and tied on a white plastic bandana to save his black hair from blood. After he dipped his hands in a bowl of antibacterial liquid, he stepped up to the injured man. The two comrades were removing all of the gaudy metal bracelets and chains, so they could pull up the man's sleeve. When the arm was revealed, the skin was just as white as paper. Maybe this was the man's natural skin color.
On the arm, there was a large cut all down it, but it wasn't that deep. Just a few stitches and it would close up. It was just that the cut happened to go through a vein which was why the men thought it was serious.
Law glanced at the comrades and pointed them the door with his eyes, "Thanks for bringing him here. I'll do the rest, so you guys can wait at the hallway. Don't worry, it's not that serious." The two shaking bodies suddenly relaxed at the reassuring voice. They bowed and quickly left the surgery room.
The doctor snapped on his gloves and grabbed a small tray with needles, strings, and scissors. That was all he needed probably.
Law scrutinized the man and grimaced at the man's head, "Oh my god, what did you do to your head? You're bleeding all over the place."
"That's my hair idiot."
This was how Law and Kidd met.