Gah. I know I should be updating KOTS, but this idea struck me all of a sudden while I was drawing a picture of glasses...so, why not?

I do not own KHR. Enjoy the short prologue!

Prologue

Sounds of steady mechanical beeping and labored breathing filled the of the ward. A heavy scent of sickness hung in the air, emphasized by the groans and complaints of the dying.

"I'll administer the-"

"Nurse, don't bother with the antibiotics."

"B-But, we can't do that! If we don't treat him right now he'll-"

"He's dead."

The silent body of the boy confirmed the doctor's words. His pupils, once a dark ocher, was now dull, lifeless, and filled with blood.

With a shake of her head, the nurse sadly withdrew the needle from the IV.

"I...I'll go treat the others." Her painfully quiet voice, already muffled by the masks they had all been required to wear, grew even softer.

Nodding silently in reply, Dr. Shamal pinched the bridge of his nose. This was definitely not a good day for him. His hair had been a rat's nest the whole day, his cigarettes confiscated, and now...this.

As if reading his thoughts, a nearby patient vomited. Shamal quickly looked away when the man started coughing blood...which was very yucky business.

The sickness had hit them like an earthquake-literally. After a series of ground-shaking tremors, vomiting people suddenly began to appear everywhere.

And of course, since Shamal being a 'doctor' and all, he was immediately forced to treat the lives of the injured-which put his own life at stake as far as he was concerned.

Sure, Shamal thought sarcastically, when you have multiple dying patients coughing up their undigested remains on your expensive suit, it should totally bring you happiness by helping them. Honestly, how was he supposed to attract women looking like a dirty napkin?

"Dr. Shamal!"

Uh-oh. Judging by the high, hysterical pitchy-ness of Dr. Yoshida's voice, a new patient has arrived!

"Dr. Shamal, you idiot!"

Great. Just what I needed. I mean sure, she's good looking, but-

"Male patient, age unknown, respiratory failure, requires immediate attention. The boy's going into arrest!" Tying her dark hair into a ponytail and snapping on a new mask, she hurriedly ran forth to the patient.

Aaand, what did I say about treating men?

Dr. Yoshida Katsuko, sensing that a certain useless doctor behind her was not moving an inch, wheeled around in cold fury.

"Shamal, get your damn rottin' ass over here. He's dying."

"Right, right. They're all dying...what's new?" Grumbling, he adjusted his face mask and ambled over to the disgustingly male patient lying on the stretcher.

Who was, of course, dying.

But when Shamal peered over at the boy, he was unprepared for the sudden shock that met his eyes. Even the usually calm Dr. Yoshida fell silent beside him.

After a moment of silence, all Shamal could manage to whisper was a simple, "...Oh God."

The patient looked up at them with unblinking, empty brown eyes.

Soooo, how was it?

Thanks for readin' guys-more to come soon.