ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!
ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!
AU, OOC. There can be some mistakes in the doctor-speech. I did some research just before the translation, but any mistakes are mine, and I apologize for them.
And the torments of my OMC begins... Hehe...
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May has arrived: it greeted everyone and everything with pleasant warmth and golden sunlight. Silence filled the salvage yard; Rumsfeld was guarding his territory from his place on Bobby's truck. The house precisely mirrored the peace outside: Bobby was reading in his library, Harry was cleaning the kitchen after their lunch and the Winchesters were resting on the couch in the quiet television's company.
Sam was watching the TV lying on his back on one end: one of his legs was stretched out on the couch, the other was leaning against the back of it, bent over the headrest into the space between the furniture and the wall. Dean, though, was on his side on the other end: one leg was pulled under him, while the other was sliding on the floor involuntarily back and forth.
Sam glanced at his brother and frowned: the man's face was colored with a slight blush, and he was staring into the distance. On his full lips a small smile was bathing in the sunlight falling through the window. Sam gently nudged his brother, who slowly turned to him.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked softly. Dean's smile widened slightly and he lay back.
"Nothing" came the dreamy response. Harry then joined the two of them.
"Is there any room for me?" he asked with a sleepy smile. Sam immediately wedged himself into the couch and patted the freed place in front of him. Harry lay down with his back towards the young man and scooted back into his lover's embrace, who wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and pressed a small kiss onto the teen's temple. The hum of the TV was lulling Harry to the island of dreams, when the silence was broken by soft knocking.
"Could you open it, Dean?" Harry asked with a smile that didn't go unnoticed for Sam. Dean slowly got to his feet and walked to the entrance door.
"What are you up to?" Sam asked suspiciously. He saw that smile one too many times on his brother's face and it hadn't meant anything good, but mostly a prank against him.
"You'll see it soon" Harry answered mysteriously.
Meanwhile, Dean sauntered to the door dreamily to greet the guest. Looking at the person his mouth fell open: turquoise oceans looked back at him, the almond shapes rounded from surprise.
"Kyle?" the name slipped out of Dean's mouth involuntarily.
"Dean?" Kyle spoke as well, shocked.
"What are you doing here?" they asked at the same time, causing them to laugh.
"I live next door" Kyle answered first, "and on the 1st of every month I bring Bobby some of my cooking."
"So you can cook, too?" Dean asked surprised and the boy chuckled.
"Well" Kyle shrugged bashfully, "if I live by myself, I have to get by somehow, so I don't starve to death."
Dean nodded blushing, but something odd caught his eyes: the boy seemed so skinny and pale. He had the same clothes on him that he wore when they met, but in a rumpled state. But what stunned him the most, was the immense amount of sadness glinting in the tired eyes, bruised by exhaustion. He used to see that emotion in his own.
"Come in!" he stepped away from the door, making way for the guest. Kyle carefully walked in and the man was hit by a delicious aroma. "No way!" Dean grinned and took a big whiff from the smell. "Apple pie?"
"According to Bobby, it tastes magical" Kyle murmured a bit startled. Bobby then stepped out of his library.
"Hello, Kyle" the older man smiled. "How you doin' today?"
Dean noticed Kyle's scared glance towards him and the boy's undetectable trembling increased.
"I'm fine" he whispered with a shaky smile. "Thank you."
The three of them stepped into the living room, where Sam and Harry were resting on the couch in the same position as Dean left them. Bobby took the little package from Kyle's hands and into the kitchen.
"Hi" the pair on the couch greeted at the same time with kind smiles. Dean rolled his eyes at them.
"Hi" Kyle nodded.
"Kyle" Dean started, "let me introduce you to Sam, my little brother" Sam waved at them, "and his boyfriend, Harry" Harry's smile faded slightly and worry crept into his eyes.
"Hello" he greeted the boy softly.
"Guys, this is Kyle Wells" Dean finished. The man glanced at the boy at the same time as Kyle looked at him and both of them snatched their gazes away from the other with a blush. Sam pressed a kiss onto Harry's tresses with a grin, indicating that he understood everything.
"Dessert's ready!" Bobby called out from the kitchen. Everyone joined the older man; five slices of fresh apple pie waited on the table to be devoured. Sitting down, Dean noticed something strange.
"You're eating that small slice?" he asked Kyle, who had a four times smaller slice in front of him. Harry watched the boy worriedly, who fixed his gaze onto the tabletop dejectedly. Feeling pity for him, Harry jumped to help Kyle: he took the first bite from the pie.
"Mmm" he closed his eyes in pleasure. "This is heavenly…"
That moment everyone started on their own slices. Kyle sent a grateful smile to Harry, who noticed the tears glittering in the boy's eyes, though. He reciprocated the smile, anyway.
Soon the pie disappeared and the group began chatting. After a longer while Kyle excused himself from the table and walked out of the kitchen and Harry quickly did the same. He followed the boy to the upstairs' bathroom and watched him secretly from the doorway. What he saw made him worried.
Kyle with a shaking hand pulled from his pocket a plastic bottle, which rattled quietly. The boy opened it and hurriedly threw a pill into his palm. He swallowed it tearfully then getting over that he coughed a bit: as if the pill was too big for his gullet. Kyle leaned his swaying body to the sink and lowered his head.
Harry silently stepped into the room and closed the door without a sound: the boy didn't hear him. Sneaking next to him, Harry laid a hand on the shaking shoulder. Kyle snapped his head up in fear, causing him to waver on his feet, but he remained upright.
"What are you doing here?" Kyle asked as he wiped the tears away.
"You should sit down" Harry said and holding onto the boy's arm, he sat Kyle down onto the toilet, while he knelt in front of him.
"How much did you see?" Kyle broke down, but he could read the answer from Harry's face. "Don't tell anyone! Please!"
Harry's heart broke from the begging, but he just shook his head.
"Does Bobby know it?" he asked softly. Kyle nodded.
"He tried to find a doctor for me, but I don't have money" he murmured. "And I don't want anybody to be pity me."
"Take my advice!" Harry said. "Don't listen to your pride! Especially not in situations like this."
Kyle looked up at him; from the suffering gaze Harry understood it all.
"You can grow out of bad habits" he whispered. At the disbelieving huff he continued:
"I should know that's true. I'm seventeen and I made my living from prostitution for two years. My relatives forced me into that."
Kyle just stared at the boy in shock.
"But Dean and Sam helped me" Harry smiled. "Even Bobby, as well. A month ago I hadn't dared to look at them, but now I even fell in love… well, at least I think I did…" he shrugged musingly. Kyle chuckled softly. "And I'm sure they would gladly help you. Particularly Dean."
"What do you mean?" Kyle frowned in confusion.
"Honey, that red color on his face is not from a permanent marker" Harry teased with a wide smile. Kyle laughed at that, but his good mood ended in a coughing fit.
"Take it easy!" Harry held the boy, when Kyle started listing to the side. "I'm sorry" Kyle just shook his head with a smile, after he calmed down. Suddenly knocking echoed in the room. Kyle snapped his gaze up to the door.
"Let us help you!" Harry pleaded. Kyle nodded nervously.
"Harry, are you in there?" Sam called through the door. Harry quickly opened the door and pulled Sam inside.
"I need your help!" Harry spoke as he slammed the door shut.
"What happened?" Sam questioned worriedly. Harry knelt back in front of Kyle and held his hand out without a word. Kyle gave him the bottle shakily and Harry transferred it to Sam. The young man read the label then looked at the two boys with worry.
"This is a really strong medicine" he murmured. "But I don't know what exactly it's for."
Harry turned to Kyle with a questioning look. It seemed, the boy wanted to explain everything, but when he opened his mouth, a sob broke out of him instead of the words. Harry immediately embraced the desperate soul and looked at Sam helplessly. As Kyle calmed down, the other two helped him up, but the boy swayed dangerously. They escorted the sick boy downstairs.
"Oh, God!" Dean jumped up from the couch, when the others walked into the living room. "What's going on?"
Before anyone could have answered, Kyle went limp in the arms that held him up. Dean rushed to them.
"He's unconscious" the man exclaimed. "We have to take him to a doctor!"
Sam quickly snatched the car keys up and hurried out to the Impala. Dean lifted the fragile form into his arms and carefully, under Harry's watchful eyes, he carried the boy to the car. Soon the dust flew up from the screeching tires spinning fast.
Sam, Dean and Harry were sitting silently in the hospital's waiting room. Sam had an arm around his lover's shoulder and the two of them were hoping to get good news as they leaned onto each other. Dean was sitting next to them, his feet tapping on the ground nervously, and his eyes searching for the doctor, who took Kyle away from them. Harry stroked the man's back now and then, trying to give comfort, but he felt from the bunched up muscles that it's not working.
"You knew he's sick, didn't you?" Sam asked softly and Dean turned to them. "You knew he's sick, that's why you went after him, right, Harry?"
"I only knew that something's wrong" Harry answered honestly. "I didn't know how bad it was until he collapsed. I would have told you…" his voice choked from worry, so Sam shushed him. Suddenly Dean straightened out: the doctor arrived.
"What happened?" the man asked instantly.
"We examined your friend" the doctor began. "And the medication, too. The pills were prescribed for cardiac insufficiency. His heart was close to give out. You brought him in just in time."
"Why had he fainted?" Sam asked quietly. Dean buried his face into his hands with a sigh, while Harry turned into his lover's arms.
"Hypoxia" the doctor answered. "His weakened heart couldn't pump enough blood towards the organs. Less oxygen got to the important ones. Fortunately, it caused no harm that can't be treated completely."
"And what's gonna happen now?" Sam spoke again.
"I would like to keep him in for observation" the doctor replied. "We're going to monitor his heart, how much it strengthens and we will try to treat every possible trouble."
"Can we see him?" Dean asked quickly.
"Of course" the doctor nodded. "He's going to wake up shortly, if he's not awake already. He's still dazed, not only from the loss of consciousness, but from the new treatment he needs to get used to. Try not to stress him!"
"Thank you" Sam nodded and they stood up to follow the doctor to the room where Kyle was resting.
The room was built for one person, probably for the sake of the patient's peace. Kyle was lying on the bed, dressed in a gown, tucked in thoroughly. He was hooked onto a heart monitor that beeped steadily, but a bit slower than normal. He had a nasal cannula to help him breathe. His turquoise eyes were glinting with life even with the paleness of the boy's face.
"Hey" Dean hurried to the bed and sat down into the chair next to it. Harry and Sam stepped behind him. "How do you feel?"
"I'm still alive" Kyle whispered a little hoarsely.
"You have to stay here for a while" Dean said and grasped the boy's hand.
"I don't have money…" Kyle started, getting scared, but Harry interrupted:
"We pay for it" Kyle tried to decline, but Harry waved at him to stop. "You need it."
"And one more thing" Dean continued. "I' gonna be here with you and take care of you, until you can leave."
Kyle looked at all three of them, but seeing the earnest look on their faces he felt relief wash through his tired body: his tears freed from their chains, at last.
"Thank you" he breathed, touched by their kindness and generosity. The others smiled at him one by one. In the end Dean stayed in the hospital, while Sam and Harry returned home. Driving by a small, partly ruined shack, Harry asked Sam to pull over. Both of them looked with horror at the weed that surrounded everything like an ocean did with tiny islands. The wood of the house was covered in green by mould, one of the windows was close to fall from its frame and the door had big holes on it.
Sam and Harry stepped carefully into the house that was dark and stuffy. Even Sam had to cough from the strong, stale stench. The only things that showed the house was occupied, was the dirty mattress at the wall, with a ragged blanket and some tattered clothes on it. The smaller kitchen area was the only place that was relatively clean. Sam looked through the cupboards, but except a worm-eaten apple, a half-full bottle of mineral water and some sugar, he only found cobwebs and a dead cockroach.
"How can anyone live in this place?" Sam murmured in shock. He found his lover kneeling at the mattress. "What is it?" he stepped to the boy.
"Kyle lives here" Harry mumbled and showed Sam a small teddy bear. "This is his."
"How do you know?"
"I can feel his traces on it. He has lived in this place for years."
"No surprise that he's this sick" Sam noted sadly. Harry suddenly jumped to his feet and dashed out of the house with the teddy bear in his hand. As the door slammed shut, a smaller rat hopped out from under the blanket and ran into the darkness. Sam hurried after Harry, who just sat into the car. Sam ran to the vehicle, but his heart shattered from the sight that greeted him: Harry was stretched out on the backseat with the dirty bear in his hands, and he was sobbing so hard that his voice was heard through the closed door.
Sam quickly climbed into the back and tried to calm the boy down, but it seemed that Harry was stuck in some kind of a memory: he was constantly apologizing to the little teddy bear. A long time later the boy quieted down and drilled his emerald irises into his companion's hazel ones. In that moment Sam only saw a frightened little boy, who was expecting the solution for every problem from his teddy and the big, clever adult. If it was possible, Sam's heart broke into much tinier pieces from this helplessness.
"Let's go home!" the young man whispered, caressing Harry's ebony tresses. As he climbed out of the car and into the driver's seat, the boy followed him into the passenger's seat. As Sam started the car, Harry leaned his head onto his shoulder and clutched the little teddy bear tightly.
Arriving at Bobby's, the older man was waiting on the porch. Seeing the two boys, he was assaulted by a bad feeling. Inside Sam told him what happened and described Kyle's house, while Harry took care of the teddy. Joining the others he gave the bear to Sam, who inspected it.
The teddy was as big as his hand. Its slightly rough fur was black, while the paws were covered with silky, brown fur, just as its nose and ears. In the glass eyes brown irises and big, black pupils were glinting; its bowtie was made from checkered, blue and white textile. Sam felt tears spring into his eyes, as he saw how adorable and lovable the tiny bear was, and when he realized what scenery they found it. Now he understood why Harry broke down in the car. He would rather stretch out on the couch, too, and break into heart-wrenching sobs, accepting the cruelty of the world.
TBC
So, how did you like it? The doctor-speech, was it good enough?
If you're interested in the teddy bear, she's mine. I would share a picture of her, but I don't know how because that picture is mine. If you have any ideas, then please help me! And I don't have F-book and I won't create one. Not a chance! (No offense!)
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