Psychosis
A severe mental disorder, sometimes with physical damage to the brain, marked by a deranged personality and a distorted view of reality.
It was a stormy day in Radiant Garden, the ice-cold rain hammering down upon Radiant Garden General Hospital in sheets, distorting the windows, making the lights flicker, and absolutely screwing up anyone's planned evening of mini-golf.
There was a single person in the north-end of the hospital who's mind was not thinking about the rain; nor golf. It was merely taken up by every foul word imaginable in more than seven languages.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is Squall 'Leon' Leonhart, MD. Head of the department of diagnostic medicine, a frigid ass, and also in a lot of pain.
Leon was a handsome young man. Very talented in his field of medicine, and very specific about the people he hung out with. The reason he was now in the room with one Cloud Strife he was often seen having lunch with, is an anomaly.
It was only ten in the morning.
Cloud Strife, MD. is the head of the department of oncology, a womaniser, and a manipulative bastard. He had all the nurses in the hospital under his thumb –and under other parts of his body– except the lesbian and male ones, and he was often seen flirting with the dean of the hospital, Aerith Geinsborough, when he wasn't making Leon's life a living hell, or vice versa.
Neither male liked each other, but, they knew each other best. Ever heard of the statement 'better the devil you know'?
Leon sat in Cloud's office, a hand placed on his face.
The oncologist's office was small but cosy. His desk in one corner, and some nice, comfy couches in the other corner surrounding a nice glass coffee table, by the wall-length window. Leon now resided on one of these couches.
He lay across the leather couch, his head propped up against the arm of it, his shoulder-length silky brown hair fanned out on the shiny black material, and his legs just crossed at the ankle on the other arm of the couch. He wore a deep-blue suit this morning, but his jacket had been slung over the arm of the couch under his head; revealing his neatly-ironed white shirt and his slightly-loostened blue tie. His skin was nicely tanned, but his face was unseen, hidden behind his hand, which was holding a thick wad of material against the bridge of his nose.
Behind his desk, was Cloud. He was very handsome, much like Leon himself, but in more of a feminine way. His golden-blonde short hair was spiked intricately, pointing in every direction, his skin was gently tanned, and his bright blue eyes could pierce into the soul of any person who was even remotely attracted to men.
He wore a nice black suit today, his jacket slung over his desk, revealing his simple white shirt that had half of the top-buttons undone, revealing some of his chest, his tie long-gone– along with nurse Rikku from their little early-morning 'chat'.
"Now, remind me again," Cloud said, straitening up from behind his desk, his own little first-aid box in his hand as he rounded the shiny wood to come and stand over Leon; both his hands clad in clean, white, rubber gloves, "why can your patients cut up your face and I can't?"
"You know your anatomy," grunted Leon, not removing the cloth from his face, not giving the blonde oncologist standing over him the gift of opening his pretty grey-blue eyes to look at him. "For all I know, you could try to kill me with a hypodermic needle to the pupil."
"Ah, good times," sighed Cloud delightedly, seating himself by the brunette's head on an upturned trash-basket, opening the first-aid box on his lap.
It should be known that the two men had their own little 'language'. To onlookers, they may seem to be speaking of lesbian orgies or glow-in-the-dark condoms, while, truthfully, under all the sarcasm and jibes, they were actually talking about cabbage or cricket.
One of the med-students tried to learn their language a few years ago, and he hasn't been able to talk about the experience since without bursting into tears or starting to cluck like a chicken.
With very skilled fingers, Cloud removed a needle from the box on his lap before removing a small glass bottle of local anaesthetic too, piercing the needle through the rubber stopper of the bottle to suck out some of the clear liquid.
"Question," the blonde said as he pulled the bottle from the needle and placed it back in the box, "you allergic to latex? Lubricants?" A wide, smug smirk had taken up residence on his face as he held the needle in front of his face and flicked at it.
One of Leon's grey-blue eyes opened and he stared flatly at his image of the upside-down blonde oncologist, clearly unimpressed. "Not that I know of. But, if we're going to have sex, please be gentle."
It also should be known that both men were straight.
"Sure thing, love," Cloud returned with a smug wink.
Their 'language' was an odd one. In the conversation above, it actually had nothing to do with hot, gay sex on office desks, but instead, Cloud stated that he was going to try to make it so it wouldn't hurt, Leon replied that his efforts would be acceptable, and Cloud just threw in the fact that he might enjoy it if Leon was in pain.
The brunette finally removed his hand and cloth from his face, and a delicate but deep gash was revealed. The strait, narrow wound started just above his right eyebrow, leading over the bridge of his nose, to stop just under his left eye. It was very clear, and the skin around it was a very raw red; beads of blood starting to weep from the cut.
With a musical and seemingly whimsical hum of a tune, Cloud rose the needle in his hand and pierced the skin of the bridge of Leon's nose. The diagnostician's eyes fluttered at the mild pain, his fingers kneading at the blood-soaked cloth in his hand as the blonde above him injected the right amount of the anaesthetic under the skin before removing the needle.
"You sure I can't do any piercings while I'm here?" Cloud asked as he placed the used needle on the table beside him, removing a sharp, thin, hook-shaped piece of metal from the first-aid box, plucking at a few lengths of string with his other hand.
With a tiny snort of amusement, the brunette closed his eyes. "No, thank you. I don't really feel like dropping my pants right now."
The blonde sniggered and threaded the stitching-silk through the hooked needle dextrously and rose the needle to Leon's face– taking a moment to dab at the blood oozing from the injury with a small sponge from the first-aid box with his other hand.
"Another word for 'homosexual', also a name of something edible," Cloud recited as he pierced the skin of Leon's face, hooking the needle under the injury and pulling it out of the flesh on the other side of the wound.
All Leon felt was pressure and a faint tugging. Thank God for local anaesthetics. Keeping his eyes closed, the brunette thought about it as he felt more pressure and tugging. "Fruit," he stated.
Cloud nodded, moving to his third stitch, piercing the skin just on the side of the bridge of the brunette's nose carefully. "My favourite book," he said, tying the stitch carefully with his thin fingers.
He was just getting Leon to talk to make sure it getting too quiet, the brunette knew that.
A grey-blue eye peeked open. "Besides Play Boy?" Leon asked interestedly.
Cloud nodded, cutting the string and starting on a new stitch, a smirk on his face. "I suppose, yes. You get bonus points if you guess which edition." Leon thought about it, but when he'd come up with the answer, the blonde had moved from his place hanging directly over him and the brunette watched the womanising oncologist sit on the table in front of the couch he was lying on.
"Get up, fatass," Cloud stated, giving Leon's leg a sharp slap. He sat on the glass coffee table in front of the couch, his first-aid box beside him, elbows on his knees.
"Your bedside manner sucks," the brunette grunted, sitting up and slipping his legs off the edge of the couch, directly in front of Cloud, placing the bloody material he'd been using as a pressure-bandage onto the glass beside the first-aid box.
"You get the default 'asshole' bedside manner," Cloud stated with a smug grin, shifting closer so that the brunette was effectively sitting in between his legs, pressing a clean white sponge against the weeping wound. "Would you prefer the 'before sex' beside manner, 'after sex', or 'ohmygod, a dying cancer kiddie'?"
"Does 'after sex' have to include cuddling?" Leon asked, closing his eyes as the blonde cupped the side of his face and pressed a little harder against the stitching.
"'fraid so."
"I'll stick with the asshole."
"Suit yourself," Cloud stated quietly with a shrug, dropping the used bandage on the glass beside him, exhaling gently over the inflamed skin. It really wasn't medically helpful, but the anaesthetic was starting to wear off, and Leon thought it felt reasonably pleasant.
Besides, the womanising bastard had eaten a chocolate éclair a while ago, so it smelt nice too.
The door of the office flew open without a knock and there immediately was a flat, unimpressed grunt of "Dear Lord" from the doorway. Cloud turned and looked over his shoulder, while Leon just opened his eyes, the two of them looking in the direction of the noise, and the door.
A nurse stood in the door, a file held to her reasonably-sized bosom, eyes fixed on the two department heads.
"Hello, nurse Paine," Cloud said silkily.
"Have you two stopped being gay?" the pretty nurse asked woodenly. Nurse Paine was a 'lovely little thing' in Cloud's own words, and her short, swept-back, blackish hair always shined in the lighting of the hospital, but her slightly snippy demeanour often scared people away. She could be swayed by the blonde oncologist's charm if he tried, but he hasn't slept with her yet, as far as the gossip floating around the hospital has found.
Apparently, she'd taken their very close proximity to be gratuitous homosexual making out.
The two department heads glanced at each other, and Leon shrugged. "I could kiss him, if you'd like," the brunette stated flatly. Cloud placed a mocking hand to his chest and let out a damsel-like sigh of delight.
"No, thank you," nurse Paine quickly amended, her pretty little nose wrinkling just that little bit, getting the two men's attention once again. "I was just sent here to see if you were okay, Doctor Leonhart."
The brunette nodded, touching the strait cut across the bridge of his nose and the seven delicately-woven stitches that ran across it, a stray bead of blood welling up from the wound and being smeared by his fingers. "I'm fine."
"The patient is awakening, and it seems her full-blown episode of psychosis was a one-off thing," Paine told him, glancing at the file in her arms. "The muscle-spasms are getting increasingly worse, though."
Nodding again, Leon took the file from nurse Paine as she entered the office completely and handed to him. "Thank you," he said.
The pretty nurse nodded in reply, turning back to the door.
Another pretty nurse appeared in the hallway and smiled into the office through the open door, her long blonde hair having slender braids all through it, tied up with what looked like a blue and silver man's tie. Cloud quickly gave nurse Rikku a wink, and the female blonde immediately flushed and was about to say something when Paine grabbed her by the arm and dragged her, down the hallway, away from the flirtatious oncologist.
Leon fingered the cut on his face and his hand received a light flick from the blonde in front of him. "Stop picking at it," Cloud huffed, packing up his medical doohicky-whatsits and putting them away.
The rain continued hammering down upon Radiant Garden General Hospital as the head of the department of diagnostic medicine just gave the head of oncology the finger.
((I had so many ideas for a sequel to Doctor Doctor, but, there were too many to stick into a single oneshot, so, I thought, hey. Why don't I just make them a series of drabbles instead? This is just an intro to the people who haven't read my Doctor Doctor oneshot, and I wrote it during a writing slump, so, do forgive the bad writing. Enjoy. Much more to come. There isn't going to be any man-on-man action, so, fear not.))