I know: Isn't it kind of late for a Christmas fic? And no, no it isn't. at least, not this one.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own.
In the window of a large house, we see a doctor sitting next to a bed, where a small child sleeps. The child's light purple bangs cover his pale face, his breaths are harsh and labored. The navy blue comforter is pulled up to just below his neck. The child shivers.
The doctor, a balding man who appears to be in his late sixties, packs up his things and exit's the room. On the other side he is met by the child's mother and her dearest "friend". The mother wears a hopeful, but questioning look. The doctor sighs and shakes his head 'no', sadly.
The woman's expression drops; she is now on the verge of tears, but she fights them back, for now. The two women follow the doctor to the front door. A slightly bigger child watches, his orange bangs slightly cover his olive colored, cat-like eyes.
The doctor walks out the house; he pauses when he reaches the porch. He then turns to the two women.
"Please," the child's mother pleas, her lavender hair pulled up into a bun. "Is there anything more we can do?"
The doctor sighs and shakes his head 'no' again. "I'm afraid I've done all that I can."
The woman's eyes are now burning, and the urge to cry is great. Her companion pulls her close; the woman's brunette colored hair is short, and she hugs he friend tight, trying to comfort her.
"But," the doctor continues, looking the taller woman in the eye. "If he can make it to Christmas, I think he'll make it."
The child's mother pulls away and goes back into the house, the tears streaming down her face. Olive eyes watch her go into the bedroom. His attention goes back to his mother who continues to speak with the doctor. What they are saying, he can not hear, he decides to instead to simply watch.
"I'm sorry." the doctor says to the brunette known as Evangeline. "Merry Christmas." with that he leaves.
Evangeline heads back inside and shuts the door to the snowy, night air. She walks down the hall, and only pauses a moment to glance at her son, and then continues walking to Lydia's bedroom. Kanon silently follows. Evangeline opens the door and enters. She sits next to Lydia on the bed, and places her arm around her.
Kanon stands in the door way, a questioning look on his face. Lydia finally collects herself and turns to Kanon. Kanon can take it no longer and starts.
"Is Eyes going to be okay?" he questions.
Evangeline notices Lydia's hesitation and replies. "You know Eyes' sickness?"
"You mean the one that makes it so he can't walk?" Kanon asks and is confirmed by a nod from Lydia.
"Yes. Well, you see, he has been sick for a really long time, and has been fighting hard…" Lydia's unable to continue, less she begins to cry again.
"But it seems he's giving up." Evangeline finishes.
"But-" is all Lydia can choke out.
Evangeline gave a nod. "But if he can make it to Christmas, he'll be alright."
Kanon nodded in understanding and left. A few minuets later he's bundled up, and heads outside. He glances at Eyes' window and starts off in his work.
Hmm... what is Kanon planning? Review to find out!