Title: What Hurts the Most
Genre: Romance/Angst
Pairing: Cosmo/Timmy/Anti-Cosmo
Rating: M
Warning: Contains yaoi. Use discretion.
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A/N: Bear with me for the OC bits. I know an OC can annoy most people, but my OC is mandatory for the full effect of the story. There will be quite explicit Timmy/Anti-Cosmo and Cosmo/Timmy towards the middle of the story if you can just muscle through the OC bits.
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The child appeared out of nowhere, an apparently human child in a fairy hospital. As everyone honed in on the poor kid, the fairy accompanying the child shooed them away.
"The human is with me," the fairy snapped, "and very sick, so if you'd please give us some room, that would be excellent."
"Yes, hello, what can I help you with?" the receptionist queried.
"My godchild is very, very sick," the fairy remarked, gesturing at the child. The child's brown curls were soaked with sweat as they fell across their face, and the pain caused them to stand there doubled over clutching their stomach.
"We aren't equipped to deal with human patients here, sir, I'm terribly sorry…"
"We have reason to believe that this particular ailment was caused by magic," the fairy insisted, his green eyes flashing dangerously. "If I was to take my godchild to a human hospital, they would know something is up."
"Alright, sir, it'll be about a thirty minute wait. We're very busy tonight," the receptionist explained. "We'll need you to come with us and give us some information on your godchild."
"I can do that," the fairy agreed, and then turned to the child. "You should have a seat while I'm gone. That fever can only go up."
"Okay," the child nodded, sitting down in one of the floating chairs around the room.
The second the child sat down, it burst into tears.
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"Community service," the receptionist fairy had repeated for the sixth time that night. "Honestly. As if we don't have enough people working here who don't want to be here, now they're sending prisoners to work for us! Sick people need gentle, loving care, not some prisoner leering at them when they're bathing."
Juandissimo had really wanted to tell the receptionist fairy that first, he was not a prisoner. He was doing this so that he didn't end up a prisoner, and secondly, he had been caught stealing a diamond from the Buxaplenty house, not anything that would even remotely lead to leering at people when they were bathing. But Juan didn't say any of this because he really didn't want to offend the fairy that was giving him this job.
As they passed through the waiting room, Juan noticed a very young child bawling her eyes out as she sat there clutching her stomach. Her curly brown hair fell almost to her shoulders and her blue eyes were wincing in pain.
"I do not mean to be rude," Juan began, "but is it practical to leave someone in such pain sitting in a waiting room?"
"We're very, very busy," the receptionist halfheartedly answered, rolling his eyes.
"But look at her!" Juan exclaimed, rushing to the child's side as she began coughing madly.
"Look, she hasn't been sitting there long, she just got here. Her godparent is filling out the forms now. She's lucky she's even here. She's a rare case. We very rarely treat humans," the receptionist snapped. "And honestly, you haven't been here long either. I could very easily throw you out onto the streets!"
Juan wanted to leave the child sitting there and just apologize to the receptionist fairy and continue on with the halfhearted tour, but the poor thing finally coughed up a large amount of sparkly purple something-or-other and began sobbing once again, staring up at Juan with those big blue eyes of hope, and Juan couldn't just abandon the child in the waiting room.
"Please, I am begging you, just take a look at her!" Juan pleaded. The receptionist fairy sighed.
"Alright, look, Juandissimo, I've had just about enough of this."
"I'm sorry, please, do not cast me into the streets!" Juan pleaded. Everyone in the waiting room was now staring at him.
"I've had about enough of this," the fairy continued without even looking at Juan, "so I'll tell you what. I'll take this kid in right now and she can be all yours. That's right, whatever she needs, you'll give it to her and you'll do it with a smile. If she heals okay and says you helped her do so, you can tell whomever is keeping track of your hours that you worked here tirelessly and keep your pretty little face out of prison. But if you make one false move and she dislikes you, well, I hope you like prison food, Juandissimo."
"It's a deal!" Juan agreed, and took the child's hand enthusiastically, smiling from ear to ear as he led her back. Inwardly he was dreading having to spend perhaps months here waiting for her to heal, but it did his heart good not to see her crying in the waiting room any longer. And even though she was still crying, she seemed to have brightened considerably.
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