So this is my first time posting a KevEdd story, and I'm not too sure how much I like this fic. If anybody has any advice or criticisms, please share! Nathan Goldberg belongs to c2ndy2c1d!
Edd was slowly becoming more and more accustomed to being back home, after four overly-long years at college spent in Boston. Despite how beautiful the place was, the people left something to be desired. Perhaps it was the sudden departure from his close friends back home, or maybe it really was the people, but either way the ultimate conclusion was that he was home-sick.
Being a student so far away from home, taking classes both during the summer and the normal semester, and having a job all the hours in between, didn't allow for trips back home except for on rare occasion, namely during the holidays.
Yet Double D pushed all that away for now, allowing his pride of having a job, and so close to his old home no less, to swell in his chest. The past is the past, and he should very well be focusing on the present. In just a few short hours he would face his first appointment. According to his records, the boy had been suffering from some increasing back pain, and had little to no clue how it occurred, but he wanted it gone. The boy, Nathan Kedd Goldberg being the name on the paper, was merely twenty-three, and such a problem was guiltily pleasing to Double D.
He spent a few more minutes going over the file, mentally writing off different diseases and other things, making notes on what it could possibly be and what it probably wasn't. By the time he was done, he had the file memorized and was walking around the room, placing labels to-and-fro; nay, on everything he decided needed one. He had heard from many doctors about parents bringing their kids in during check-ups, and sometimes having things missing or finding the kids playing with dangerous items. This fact only made him even more meticulous as he placed them about the room on drawers, cabinets and along his desk.
The time past rather quickly after that, as Double D found himself becoming preoccupied with a book on etymology, particularly thrilled with the several variations and origins offered, when the door to his office was opened.
"Now if you'll just take a seat in here, I'll take your blood pressure and-oh! Dr. Edd, I didn't realize you were in here!"
Double D shot up in his chair at the arrival of his first patient, his ferment all but bubbling to the top and out of his beanie. In order to look semi-professional without having to remove his precious beanie, Double D had placed a small nurse's hat on top of it.
"Oh, that's all right, Miss Amanda!" he chirped, standing up to offer his hand to his patient. "I can take over from here." Amanda nodded, smiling at his patient and exiting the room, closing the door behind her. Nathan grabbed his hand politely, an easy-going grin on his face. Despite the laid-back attitude he emitted, the man's grip was firm.
"Salutations, Mr. Goldberg, I am your new doctor Eddward!"
"Hey, how are ya?"
"I am fairing well, Mr. Goldberg. I would inquire as to your well-being, but seeing as you are in my office, I am gathering that you are not fairing well at all."
Nat looked his new doctor up and down, finding his speech patterns more than a little amusing. One word flashed through his mind-adorkable-but he shrugged outwardly, offering his arm out to the pressure pump.
"Nat. Just call me Nat. Mr. Goldberg just makes me feel old, and I am way too sexy to be old."
Double D chuckled lightly to himself, not finding the joke really all that funny. "If you are complaining about back pain then perhaps you are older than you deem yourself to be."
"Did you just jab at my sexiness?" Nat pretended to look outraged at the insult, but Double D only smiled.
"A mere observation on my part. Back pain is commonly associated with the act of getting older."
Nat shook his head at the man, looking around his office. His eyes widened considerably upon noticing the plaque on the wall.
"Dude! You graduated from Harvard!?" Double D winced at the exclamation, nodding once.
"You appear to be perplexed at your enlightenment as to where I attended school."
"Well, duh!" he shouted. "If you graduated from Harvard then what the hell are you doing here!"
"I would appreciate if you quieted your voice, Nathan," he said. "But to answer your inquiry, I am here because I grew up in Peach Creek, and my friends still reside there." Nat still looked bewildered, but Double D ignored it and asked him to lift his shirt.
"Already trying to get me out of my clothes? My last doctor had a hard time, too, so don't be too embarrassed," Nat grinned, taking his shirt completely off, and nearly eliciting a blush from Double D at his straight-forwardness.
"I simply wish to identify the place as to which you are feeling pain. Would you mind describing the pain and informing me when I come into contact with a painful area?"
"Dude, you make it sound like you're going to phone call all of my nerves."
"That is highly illogical, Nathan."
Nat shrugged, beginning to describe the pain. "Well, it hurts in my lower back, and my legs. At first I just felt it when I would bend over, but then one day I sneezed and couldn't get up off the floor. My roommate had to pick me up-not bridal style, which would have been ideal, but I take what I can get." Double D made a mental note of that, but didn't find any places that appeared to feel particularly tender, so he pulled back from Nat, asking him to put his shirt back on.
"You know, I don't think I've ever had someone ask me to put my shirt back on. Once I take it off, nobody ever wants me to put it back on. It's a real nuisance when I have to leave, but I just tell them 'Hey, now, sweeties. The king will return, his smexiness isn't going anywhere!'"
Double D just shook his head, his patient's demeanor reminding him of his friend Eddy throughout their high school years.
"You know, I just thought of something," Nat went on to say, his loquacious personality seeming to have no end in sight. "You said you grew up in Peach Creek, right?"
"I did remark on that aspect, yes."
"Well, my best friend and roommate grew up there. Maybe you know him!"
"That is entirely a possibility, yes." Double D was only half paying attention to Nat, his mind mostly on the paperwork he was doing on the computer; if he wasn't amazing at multi-tasking, then he wouldn't be Edd.
At the mention of a possible old friend, however, his ears perked in the other direction; however, synchronously he thought that if either Ed or Eddy had a friend of Nathan's caliber then there was no denying that Edd would have heard about him.
"Yeah! He's really hot, a ginger, used to be a jock in high school-"
"Believe it or not, Mr. Goldberg, there were a lot more jocks in my high school than you might presume," Edd commented slyly. He found himself becoming relatively comfortable with the green-haired phenomenon in front of him; he held responsible the man's unusually outgoing personality. "Perhaps a name might elicit a memory?"
Nat raised an eyebrow at his sarcasm, though thought it way better than having a doctor all about work. "Kevin."
Double D's hand jerked with his mouse, sending the cursor scrawling across the page. His eyes widened perhaps to the size of dinner plates, and he looked at Nat with something similar to shock. "Kevin?"
"Yeah!" Nat chirped. "Do you know him?"
"Yes, I believe I know a man who fits your description and the affiliated name. He was quite accustomed to terrorizing my best friends when we were in our younger years."
Nat's ear perked up, suspicion crossing his features.
"What are your friend's names? I live over near Peach Creek, and with a friend like Kevin I used to meet new people everyday!"
"My friend's names are Ed and Eddy."
"And you're Edd." It was a statement, not a question, but Double D answered it nonetheless.
"Yes. Among my friends in the Cul-de-sac I was referred to as Double D in order to avoid any confusion."
"Aha!" Nat jumped up, his shirt still lay forgotten on the chair. "Kevin used to talk about you all the time!"
"I assume he had some more choice opinions of us, no doubt." Double D was surprised when Nat shook his head vigorously.
"Well, maybe about the other two-how Eddy was a conniving and scheming dork and how Ed was a less-annoying yet not too bright dork. I remember he him once calling you 'Double Dork'. I think he actually liked you best, though."
"Forgive me, but I perceive such a statement as exaggerated at best." Nat rolled his eyes.
"Nah, he actually sounded like he damn-near admired you sometimes. 'Eddy was a dork, but Double D wasn't too bad', 'I knew this kid who could make anything. He was always stuck doing it for the dorks, though', yada, yada."
As Double D thought about it, Nat, almost reluctantly, put his shirt back on. Was it really so farfetched that Kevin didn't despise him, or even liked and admired him? Thinking back to when they were kids, he mainly recalled the many jaunts and jeers he made towards Eddy, but for the most part he was so much as kind towards himself. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed possible. When he returned back to reality, he noticed a wide smirk on Nat's face. He turned his head to another face, this one being the clock on the wall.
"Oh, dear!" he shouted, perhaps a bit unprofessionally. There was only one half hour until his next appointment!
Connecting gazes with Nat, he disregarded the look of curiosity on his face and scrawled a quick note out, making sure it was legible, then handed it to Nat.
"For two to three days apply an ice pack for four to five hours, then apply a heat pack for the same amount of time the next two to three days. If you would please make an appointment with the receptionist before you go to come back in the next two weeks I would greatly appreciate it."
Nat looked taken aback at the sudden dismissal, but shrugged it off, bouncing back quickly. Unnaturally so.
"Alright, sweetheart, but I think you'll need to buy me dinner first! Asking me to take off my shirt and all-I wouldn't do that for just anyone, you know!"
Double D rolled his eyes playfully. "Why do I find that hard to believe?"
Nat gasped before laughing, saluting on his way out the door. "Later, sweetheart!"
"Goodbye, Nathan."
Double D returned to his computer, beginning to look over his next patient's papers, having already finished his paperwork for Nat. He found the rest of the day passed rather slowly after that, Nat surely being more interesting than the petulant soccer mom or even the older gentleman with arthritis.
Nat certainly made for a most interesting first patient.
