I'm back with drabble 5! Yaay ~! This is a DoctorxGray one-shot that was requested to me by mandapanda84, so yea, this is for mandapanda84! And thanks for all the awesome reviews, again!

Disclaimer: Still don't own Harvest Moon.

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The doctor of Mineral Town sighed from behind his desk. Another Winter had come – and couldn't pass quickly enough – which means he was stuck with an overflow of patients that had everything from a small cold to pneumonia, causing a mountain of paperwork that dwarfs Everest to occupy his desk.

The air was chilly outside, but the sky was clear, the sun setting over the horizon. It was, in fact, quite a nice night. The black-haired man would have enjoyed a walk at that moment, but no such luck would befall him. He just had to brave the hand cramps and keep signing his name.

Elli approached him, her timid nature causing her to jump when he turned his head, "What do you want, Elli?"

"Doctor, well, do you need any help?"

"I'm fine. You should go home to be with Stu and your grandmother. They need you."

"Oh, I can't leave you here by yourself to deal with all that paperwork."

"It's nothing." He responded, making a waving motion with his hand, "You have a family to return to. Go spend Christmas with them."

"If you say so." replied the girl as she reached for her coat and headed out the door, but before she had completely left, stuck her head back inside with a small smile gracing her face, "Merry Christmas."

"Ay, same to you."

The Doctor buried his nose into some paper that concerned an 'illness' that had 'infected' Jeff. He felt kind of bad thinking about that poor man with such sarcasm, but he couldn't help but consider how that guy had a new health issue every Sunday and Tuesday.

"Oi…" He mumbled, a sudden strain affecting his hand, and reached out for a painkiller and his glass of eggnog. Well, of course, he didn't remember that eggnog being where his water once was. It must have been Elli's doing.

Actually, the entire clinic was decorated by Elli – as he knew he wouldn't have bothered otherwise. As the lights from the sparkling tree put him in a trance that suddenly induced a tired feeling within him, he glanced from the door to his desk, not wanting to return to that latter. All he had to do was go and lock that door…he'd be free then…

Ah, what the heck? Slowly the Doctor inched his way to the door, laid his fingers across the lock, and began to snap in shut.

But, ah, he could not do it quickly enough. Out of nowhere, a messy cap-wearing blur swung open the door, which luckily missed the Doctor's face by merely an inch, letting said blur enter.

"Ah, Gray, what are you doing here?" He asked, polite as possible, despite the fact that he desperately wanted the Blacksmith's grandson to leave so he could go upstairs and hopefully fall asleep.

"I came to pick up my pops medicine."

"I'll go get that then." The more matured one turned to the counter, but a hand caught him by the shoulder.

"No, it's not just that."

"Then what is it?" The black-haired man snapped, getting irritated.

"Could you please let me stay here?"

"And why would that be?"

"It's Christmas, and Saibara's having some party, and hate being around that many people. Just let me stay here 'til it's over."

A quick groan was issued before the Doctor finally agreed, "If you like, you may stay here. I'll go get Saibara's medicine in the meantime." Gray obliged, sitting down on the couch while wiggling out of his jacket.

The Doctor, on the other hand, returned with a small white bag filled with various containers, but was shocked to see what he found. He picked up the sopping wet jacket, almost disgusted by it, "Why is this wet?"

"Er, well, about that…"

"If your jacket is this wet, your clothes must be soaked, and you might have contracted something because of that."

"It's not that big of a deal…" Gray trailed off, only to have his sentence interrupted by a sneeze.

"You are sick. Ugh…hold this." The Doctor handed him the bag full of medicine, before retreating back to his dreaded desk and scavenging through drawers in order to find exactly what he was looking for.

"I'm not sick. I'll be...be…be…" Another sneeze caught him mid-phrase.

"Take these." The Doctor handed the emotional one two pills.

"What are they?"

"Just take them. And then go lay down." The Doctor ordered, and Gray complied, but, before completely drifting off, he mumbled a quick response, "Thanks, Doc."

"It's my job."

Later that night, when the sun was far set and everyone was safe in their homes, the Doctor crept out of his own bed and wandered down the stairs, over to Gray, who was out like a light.

And he couldn't help but consider his resemblance to an angel.

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I hope this turned out ok…I was really busy today and I didn't have as much time to edit it, so it might not be as good as the others. And the DoctorxGray hints are there if you squint :D So, please review and tell me what you think of this, and I still am accepting pairing requests.