Lost and Found
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Summary: Sebastian is a chief resident in one of the best hospitals in the country and everything goes well for him until he saves an orphaned boy who might just turn his perfect life upside down.
It was raining hard and large droplets were beating on the glass mercilessly. A young boy looked at his reflection, which glimmered with faint colors before him. He liked it whenever it rained at night because it somehow felt safer and less obtrusive for anyone. A soft song was playing on the radio and his parents were quietly talking in low voices probably about this and that- things he still could not understand because at the age of nine there is really nothing much to know about the world and other things seem to always count for less.
He closed his eyes.
Tomorrow he would do his pending homework then call Lizzy, since she insists he call every weekend. The silly girl was really too bubbly but he loved her all the same, after all she was his only playmate and cousin.
Simple. Nothing really mattered.
The subtle hum of the car's wheels and of the road pushing beneath them was lulling him too sleep. Never mind the suit, Tanaka would wash and iron it when they got home anyway. He was just too tired and drunk on ebbing excitement to care. The ball was everything he thought it would be and now the climax of his day was beginning to end. No more empire dresses and large diamonds that could blind, no more shiny silk suits and glittering black leather shoes to distract him, just getting home and sleep.
He didn't even feel his eyes close but he knew his last memory was that of looking at his parents through the rear view mirror and smiling at their tired but happy faces.
It was pandemonium at its worst. White coats were billowing in the wind, trailing after doctors as they crossed the room too many times to count. The speakers were blaring names non-stop while the nurses tried their best to get their orders, and requests right. One would not expect anything less from the emergency room of one of the best hospitals in the country.
Whenever the large glass doors swung a sigh of exhaustion could be hear rippling through the tired hospital staff. The constant irritating beeping of respirators and other life–support devices could drive an idle mind crazy but with the sheer number of patients coming in, that would probably be the least of anyone's problems.
The familiar sound of sirens rang through the air and through all the chaos paramedics were able to bring in three stretchers each bearing limp and bloodied bodies.
"Car accident…" The nurses brought out the charts.
It was a flurry of white and wheels.
First, there was shouting and it seemed like the two adults were getting more attention while a dark-haired doctor tended the child. He worked meticulously cutting away his clothing and checking his wounds. Some how in the haze of all the adrenaline he noticed paddles were being brought in for the people in the next cubicle.
"clear!"
Shortness of breath and a slowing pulse rate, he was loosing too much blood from the eye wound.
"clear!"
"Order a transfusion and a respirator now!" he turned to the red-haired nurse.
"y-yes!"
What it could have been worth, one in his line of work could never really judge. It was playing God. He put out all his thoughts for the while because he knew nothing was more important to him than saving the broken child before him.
"clear!"
One could never get used to the sound of a flat line. It was this annoyingly long beep that told you that a mother, a father, a sister, a brother- someone who had loved ones to cry for them was lost.
"How's the kid?" one of the orderlies asked the red-haired nurse.
"He's in one of the private rooms. Dr. Sebastian's a real miracle worker isn't he? That kid almost died in the ER the head trauma was really bad…" the nurse shook her head.
"Well at least he's still here, I mean not like…"
"It isn't proper to be gossiping about patients." A deep voice interrupted the conversation. "and I believe you're both on shift?"
"a-ah yes! S-sorry, Doctor!" the nurse replied in a shaky voice.
And the are was clear in a flash.
The doctor took off his silver glasses and went for the abandoned vending machine.
"How about tea?" he spoke to himself in a half-sigh.
As he sat on one of the empty benches, he heard the clock tower chime midnight. He was supposed to be resting by this time but somehow he was caught up in the events that took place a few hours back. As a chief resident in the department of surgery, he'd seen a lot of accidents in his past years. It wasn't uncommon for someone to come in with some part of him horribly lopped off and that was what bothered him now. Even as a medical student, he had never really been too affected by the plight of his patients- it had never been an issue to him because he treated it like paper work. A mechanical process involving only the mind and the hands, working for the objective goal of patching the patient up but now it was different.
When he saw the child unconscious and covered in blood his own ran cold. The picture lodged in his mind. Pale skin stained with brown drying blood and more flowing from a wound on his head and from his eye. His soft features contorted- lips turning a dangerous purple, half-opened eye slightly fogged and unfocused. He looked very much like a broken doll, a crumbling statue of a marble angel; and although anyone else would have found it a pitiful sight, he somehow found it unbearably sad and mesmerizing, not that he liked seeing others in pain but the boy was somewhat different. It was as if how he looked outside only reflected the brokenness within.
"Dr. Michealis!" An old man in a fine suit was running towards him.
"I'm Tanaka, the family's butler.." he held out his hand to the doctor, who stood at the sight of him. "…how is Ciel?"
The doctor saw it. It was that worried look coupled with the expression of hidden loss. The old man was obviously trying to stay strong for the now-orphaned child.
"He's stable. He's been transferred to a private room although he's suffered severe head trauma and his right eye was affected."
"I…I see…"
The doctor looked at the old man with a faint sympathy. He knew that butlers were trained not to show emotions but must always be of proper conduct no matter what.
"You could come visit him by tomorrow. I'll watch over him tonight for monitoring…"
The older man finally looked up and tried his best to smile.
"yes, yes- I have to arrange the young master's things….I'll come tomorrow…"
"Keep to the flow of things Mr. Tanaka though the pain may not ebb."
"true…well, thank you doctor…" they shook hands once more. "Please watch over the young master…."
"I'll be by his side…." The doctor assured.
"Is Dr. Michealis on duty to day?" The blonde nurse asked his friend.
"No, he should have left a few hours ago, why?"
"Well, I saw him walking in the west wing."
The female nurse pushed up her impossibly thick glasses.
"The west wing? That's where the ER patient was taken, right?"
The other just shrugged.
A.N.: This was written with a broken heart (thank you vocaloid). It's slightly based on a manga I've read recently but I've done my own tinkering of course. hahaha. I love hospital settings (though I hate being hospitalized _ myself) oh the antiseptic smell of it! Anyway this was written for soundless voice (interpret in in whatever way you like). I hope I've done well here. Please review! :)