3/PW5 Summary: Hospitals were the coldest places he ever have been, noticed Shamal, the doctor of the Kokuyo Hospital, while walking during his evening shift through the corridors. He saw too much blood, too many broken hearts, and too many deaths. So it's no wonder he became quite a skeptical man. But maybe it's not so cold here as he thought at first?
Inspired by: the lack of Shamal in last chapters and Kids!Vongola10thGeneration fics
Warnings: AU, 7YB!Vongola10thGeneration, Destroyed!Vongola
Title: Warmth
Noises instantly surrounded him, as Shamal entered the Kokuyo Hospital, passing by Samantha, a nurse on the shift. He threw her a flirtatious smile, on which he received a clipboard in his face.
"Get to work Dr Shamal! We have new-comers."
"Anything for you sweetheart~" he blew a kiss to the nurse which she successfully escaped, and went to his office to retrieve his white coat.
Dr Shamal was working in the Kokuyo Hospital for 4 years already, and was known as the biggest flirt and pervert around here and it was a wonder why he wasn't dismissed yet. It was probably because everybody (even his usual love-victims) couldn't deny the fact that Dr Shamal was the best Doctor in the hospital, even if he refused to treat men. His experience and guidance saved many lives and for that he deserved (some kind of) respect from his co-workers.
He shrugged of his trenchcoat and slightly shivered at the cold air of his office. He probably should consider installing a conditioner, but he is too busy to do so. Shamal sighed and put on his perfectly white laboratory coat and left his office.
He has a work to do.
When he finally exited the room of his last for today patient, Shamal was completely worn out and exhausted. And the weather didn't really help his mood. Outside, the sun was blocked with the clouds and the mist fell over the town. The rain started to drizzle, and Shamal could feel a scent of the storm in his mouth, as far away on the horizon flashed the lightning. To lift his mood up he will probably need a couple of dates with pretty-pretty ladies for tonight. The man stared a little at the dark sky and wondered if it was only him or it was really cold in the hospital?
From his musings Shamal was brought by a sound of voices. Somehow, the dark-eyed man wandered into the part of the hospital where lay children. The man scowled a little. He didn't like dealing with brats and the feelings were mutual. Most of the children were afraid of him or just plainly hated him. But Shamal wasn't bothered by it, at least as long as there was no pretty woman near.
His eyes caught a number of the room he stood near.
'Number 696…' he searched through his memory, because those numbers seems familiar… Ah! It was where were placed some of the new-comers. Though, he didn't know that there were children among them.
With sudden curiosity he stepped closer to the door and noticed that it was slightly opened. He listened to the voices that he was sure belonged to the children.
"Shh! You will wake them!"
"Ha-ha, sorry, but he won't sit still…"
"You should have left him in his crib, you idiot!"
"But he would be lonely Octopus-head!"
"Stop calling me that!"
"Shut up all of you."
"S-sorry…"
Shamal took a peek into the room. There were five little figures gathered around two beds. Five little boys around 7-8 years. Shamal noticed in the hands of the tallest a little baby in a green blanket.
"Are they brother and sister?" Asked a boy, who looked youngest among all of them (except for a baby) with wild brown hair and eyes of the same shade, dressed in an orange shirt and blue pants.
"Look at their haircuts, obviously they are to the extreme!" another boy, with white hair and grey eyes, crossed his arms and vigorously nodded. He seems to be older than the first and was dressed in a pale yellow shirt and white shorts.
"Idiot, you and your sister don't have similar haircuts. Does it make you not-siblings?" rolled his eyes another one with silver hair and green eyes, in a red button up shirt and dark shorts, who was standing at the other side of the brunet.
"But they really do look like siblings…" The dark-haired boy with a baby in his hands, looked the same age as the brunet and the silver-haired and he was wearing a blue and white shirt and grey pants. He often turned down his soft-brown eyes at the baby and hushed him, while trying to keep his hold on the squirming infant. Shamal couldn't see the baby, but he caught a sight of curly black hair peeking from behind the blanket and little pale arms stretching out in the air.
The last boy snorted at his companions. Shamal noticed that the dark-haired kid stood farthest from everyone, but he didn't move his grey-blue gaze from the others. He was closely watching as the brunet corrected the blanket on one of the patients. The last boy was the same age as the white-haired one and dressed in a simple black pajamas, looking like he was dragged from bed (and considering the looks –read glares- he gave to the white-haired one – he probably was).
Shamal's gaze moved to the beds, where were lying two children. A boy and a girl. They had similar haircuts that reminded him about something tropic, but in strange shade of indigo and purple, and a similar pale complex (probably from whatever treatment they were given) but beside that they didn't have any other similar features.
"Let's go back, we don't want them to wake up from the noise, don't we?" the boy with the baby turned to the others.
"But what if they will wake up, and got scary because they will be all alone?" meekly asked the brunet, looking worriedly back at the beds. The others became silent and exchanged the looks, contemplating the statement.
"Please?" And –oh god- another reason why Shamal hated kids. That damn puppy-eyes. And the charms they have on a weak-minded people, but this little guy almost made him fell into submission.
"Of course, we will stay!" almost immediately the silver-haired boy nodded in agreement, while glaring at others to do so too.
"Yeah, I don't think it will be very nice to leave them all alone in the unfamiliar place." The tall boy gave in the second, with a little warm smile on his face.
"I extremely agree!" Everybody hushed the white-haired boy who comically clumped his hands over his mouth.
The dark-haired boy rolled his eyes and huffed, turning to the window and hopping with agility that shouldn't be possessed by someone so young, on the windowsill.
"I'm taking a nap." He deadpanned at the confused look of the others. "I won't waste my sleep even if I will stay." He elaborated further with a roll of his eyes, when the confused looks didn't waver.
The tall boy's face broke into a brilliant grin as he looked at the older boy. "It's a great idea! We all can sleepover here!" And with these words he turned to an old little armchair that was situated on the other side in front of the beds and tucked the baby deep into the worn-out cushion. "Come on!" he said before lifting himself into the armchair and lying on the baby's side.
The brunet with a little smile scrambled towards the armchair and climbed up to curl on the other side of the baby, who instantly cooed at being surrounded by warmth and gripped the both boy's shirts.
The silver head spluttered his protests (Shamal guessed that he wanted to sleep with the brunet), but was silenced when the grey-eyed boy grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him to an uncomfortable little bench that was usually used for a bags of dirty patient's clothes or just generally for things to put on. Ignoring the hissing of the younger boy, the white-haired one pushed off the things that littered the bench to the one side and climbed on the free space, gesturing the other to do the same.
With a reluctant sigh the silver-haired boy climbed up after him and the both finally lied down, squirming and tossing, trying to lie more comfortably on the hard and narrow bench.
The dark-boy on the windowsill, who was twitching all the time while others were getting comfortable, sighed a content sigh when everybody finally settled down.
Shamal considered entering and throwing the impudent kids away, but it seems like he couldn't move or speak or even think properly. He just continued to stand in the dark corridor with his gaze directed on the floor and listening as shuffling in the room ceased and breaths got quieter.
Suddenly the silence was broken by a soft voice and Shamal lifted his eyes again.
"It's nice isn't it?"
It was the brunet, who was holding his hands protectively around the already sleeping infant.
"Yeah." The dark-haired boy next to him hummed in agreement, his hands around both the brunet and the infant, acting like a protective cocoon. "Interesting, what they are like? If one of them is like Hibari, it would be very nasty." The boy chuckled and the silver-haired from the bench snorted in agreement.
"You can say it baseball-freak. One of him is more than enough already." He shot a half-hearted glare at the silently breathing boy on the windowsill.
The brunet giggled a little, before sighing a happy sigh. "Well, maybe the girl will be nice. Kyoko-chan needs another girl friend. I don't think that she is too happy being friends only with us-"
"Don't say nonsense Sawada!" The white-haired boy said quietly and suddenly sternly. "Kyoko is happy to have you as your friends!"
"I know Onii-chan." The brunet said a little guilty. "But it will be nice if she and Kyoko-chan can become friends. They could do girly stuff together, like tea parties or dress-ups."
Shamal didn't expect the boy on the windowsill to snort on that. "It's just because you don't want to play dress-ups with Sasagawa Kyoko."
The blush that covered the brunet's face was the answer.
And Shamal stood and looked and listened, as five boys (and one asleep infant) quietly argued about what are their new friends will be like and what will they do, when they'll finally wake up.
He wasn't really bothered with the fact that his shift was long ago over, and that he had dates with quite pretty women scheduled.
No, he wasn't. Because for the first time in his 20 with something years of practice he didn't feel so cold in the hospital anymore.
Even if slightly, he felt warmer.
.Owari.