A/N: last night I couldn't sleep. Usually i turn to writing when that happens, and this is just one of the stories that was the product of my insomnia. (well at least one that isn't crack or giberish.) to be honest im kinda proud of this one considering that its one of my late night writing sprees, but i want to know what you think.
Characters: Nurse!Canada, Nurse!Lithunia, teenage!fem!Russia
Warning: this fic contains things like implied illegal activities, such as human trafficking, rape, drug use and the subject of abortion. That's why I'm rating it M.
Matthew smiled as he finished filling out his paper work for the night. As an elderly woman passed by, being wheeled out by one of her family, she grinned and waved at him. He didn't care that the others in his class used to laugh at him for dreaming of being a male nursed, or that they called him names like 'wuss' or 'fag' throughout high school. Right now all he cared for was his work, which he loved.
"Hey Matt." He looked up from his sheet as he felt someone tap his shoulder. It was Miguel, from maintenance. He was glad that the dark skinned man had actually remembered that it was him. Usually outside of work, Miguel tended to mistake him for his twin, despite the fact that Matthew had been the one to help him gain his citizenship. The Cuban cleared his throat and nodded his head down the hall. "You should probably head down to reception. There's some sort of disturbance." He said before turning to the service elevators.
"Thanks." Matthew replied softly. He hoped that it wasn't anything too bad. The hospital wasn't located in a bad part of the city, but they still got a few crazies now and then. As he neared the waiting room, he could hear the sounds of shouting. Two voices, one speaking in English and the other in a foreign language, maybe Russian or Ukrainian. When he got there, he saw that there was someone being yelled at by the receptionist.
"FOR THE LAST TIME! I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'RE SAYING! CAZZO!" Lovina looked like she was about to hop over the desk and strangle the girl on the other side. The girl in question looked young, like she was hardly 15or 16. She looked very unhealthy; her violet eyes were a dim, her skin was very pale, her platinum blond hair was dull and filthy, and she was extremely thin. It made the large bump on her stomach more pronounced.
"Lovina let me handle this. You go and get some coffee or something." Matthew said placing a hand on the Italians shoulder. He knew how testy she could get when she was tired. She nodded and left the reception muttering curses under her breath. Once she was gone, he turned toward the patient. "Hello, I'm Matthew. I'm a nurse." He said smiling and pointing to his name tag.
"Pr-privet…" the girl stuttered out nervously. Her voice was shaky and her accent extremely thick. "I…n-need…d-d-doctor." Matthew nodded. He had already guessed that, but the problem was there were no doctors in the hospital that spoke Russian. And it would be nearly impossible to help her unless they could understand her. As he thought about the problem, he noticed that the girl was shifting nervously and looking around the waiting room. She seemed almost distressed.
Matthew snapped his fingers when he realized he knew someone who could help. "Hold on." He said holding up his hand. He pulled out his cell phone and hit the speed dial. It rang for a few moments before a familiar accented voice answered. "Hey Toris. It's me Matthew." He said. Matthew knew that Toris had been born in what is now Lithuania, but he spoke perfect Russian.
"Oh hi Matt. I'm afraid I'm running late. Would you mind covering for me." Matthew cursed in his head but kept his anger to himself. He was hoping that Toris would be already in the hospital.
"Well that's the thing. We have a patient here that doesn't speak English and I was hoping you could translate." He said looking back at the girl. She seemed to be growing more and more nervous. He was worried that she could break down any minute now. He could hear Toris sigh on the other end.
"Well I'm kinda caught in traffic. But put them on the line, I'll see what I can do."
"Alright." Matthew held the phone up to the girl, who jumped. Matthew pointed to the phone. "This is my friend. He can translate." He said slowly trying to make her understand. For a moment, she just stared at the cell, before gingerly picking it up and placing it to her ear.
"P-privet." She said tensely. Matthew could hear the fait murmuring of Toris' voice, which seemed to help the girl to relax. Instead of fragments of broken English, she started speaking rapidly in Russian. After a minute, the girl stopped talking and nodded, before handing the phone back to Matthew.
"Hey Matt? You there?" he heard Toris say. Matthew frowned at his friends tone. It was very low and serious.
"Ya I'm here. What's wrong? Is it serious?" there was silence on the other end of the line. "Toris?"
"You should talk to Dr. Connor." He was silent for another moment. Matthew waited before her heard him sigh. "Tell him…she's here for an abortion." Matthew frowned and looked at the girl before sighing himself. He knew that this was a sad reality, but that still didn't mean that he couldn't feel bad for the child that would never be.
"Alright. See you when you get here." He said closing his cell with a snap. "Please come with me." He said putting on his best smile trying to make her feel calm, and leading her by the arm down the hall towards Doctor Connors office.
Matthew sighed looking through the doorway. He had learned that the girls name was Anya, but knew nothing more. Currently, she was waiting for the doctor to call on her. He didn't know why, but this one was getting to him. Maybe it was because of her condition. Something really didn't seem right.
"Matt?" Matthew jumped when someone grabbed his shoulder. He looked back to see that it was Toris. "Oh sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." He said.
"No it's alright." Matthew replied before turning back to Anya. Toris cleared his throat.
"So is that her?" Matthew nodded. He could hear the brunette click his tongue and sigh. "It's really too bad." He said rather softly.
"Ya, she's way too young to realize it now, but she's going to regret this for the rest of her life." Matthew said. In the room, Anya got up from her chair and walked into the other room. "That poor baby."
"I was actually talking about the girl." Matthew looked at Toris in surprise. He didn't think that he was the kind of guy that would think that this was the right thing to do. "Don't give me that look. You didn't talk to her." He scowled at Matthew. "Look just come with me and I'll explain." Matthew nodded and followed as the other nurse led the way.
"So what's this about?" Matthew finally asked after several tense minutes of silence. Toris looked ahead with his face grave.
"Have you ever heard of the Solntsevskaya Bratva?" Toris asked. Matthew nodded. He had heard of the Russian mob, but didn't know much other than what he heard on the news. "Did you know about their human trafficking racket?"
Matthews's eyes widened. "Are you saying…that Anya…?"
"Well she wouldn't say that for sure, probably too afraid of what would happen if she did. But she did say that she was here illegally and that it…wasn't consensual. Plus I checked the test results on her blood work. It showed that she had trace amounts of heroin in her blood. They usually use it to make them dependent." Matthew bit down on his lip. The air seemed thicker as silence fell on them again. After a moment Toris turned towards him. "Matthew I need you to do me a favor. I'm going to call the police."
"What? No, Toris don't. It could be dangerous." Matthew said grabbing his arm. He couldn't even stand the thought of one of his friends in danger.
"I know. That's why I need all the help I can get. I heard that you helped Miguel get citizenship. That's why I want you to do the same thing for Anya. If the police do get involved, it runs the risk of her being deported. And I don't want that." The brunette hung his head before looking back to the blond. "So what do you say?" he said with a weak smile.
Matthew did his best to smile back at his friend. "I'll do what I can."
A/N: I'm not sure if I should continue this or not. I'm still working on my other fics, but if I get some support, I'll add another chapter or two.
