Chapter 3: New Kid

"Something hit you…?"

"Yeah, and I figure I'd ask you since you… 'specialize' in this kind of stuff."

Naomi Kimishima sighed leaning back in her office chair. She had just finished a case when her friend Gabe had called her up asking for some help something.

"I thought I told you I don't really like discussing this Gabe."

"I know Naomi, but you're the only person I know who deals with this kind of stuff or least know how it works. Is it possible for others to see and hear the dead like you do?"

"It's possible… But I didn't start hearing them till a few years ago and for the record, I can't see them, I'm only hearing, plus the only times they do speak to me is when they give me a phone call or other occasions."

"Yeah the whole last words before they died. Still gives me chills thinking about that. Anyways… I'm pretty sure he actually did see something because it gave me a good whack on the shoulder."

"Hm… I see… I'll come by later to have a look alright? I got some other things I need to get done."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Just don't try to order spirits around, they don't like taking orders from humans."

"Yeah, I figured."

Naomi chuckled.

"Always learning it the hard way with you. I'll see you when I come by the hospital."

"Alright, see you then."

Gabe hung up, leaving Naomi to think.

Another Corpse Whisperer… And I thought I wouldn't meet another one… Then again life is funny that way… Always throwing surprises in.

oooooo

"So I'm gonna be here for awhile?" the kid asked.

"Yes, about a month at best. We just have to see you how you come along in recovery." Erhuard replied, looking over the chart.

It had been awhile since Erhuard had had the opportunity to speak with a patient face to face. It didn't happen often. A lot of the nurses thought he would scare someone due the fact he was still in his prison jumpsuit and his red eyes weren't helping either. He never did quite understand why they couldn't give him regular clothes so he didn't have to go around as he was.

This time around he was allowed to see the patient. Gabe had suggested he should since he and the kid had something in common. According to him the kid was suffering from amnesia.

"The kid wasn't even sure of his own age and couldn't name the state he lives in, plus doesn't remember his first name, it has to be amnesia, he hit his head after all." was what Gabe had told him.

Looking at the boy he could see himself. Erhuard had also lost his memories for a long time. He didn't start remembering till last year. Some memories he wished he didn't have to relive, others he knew were important. He wasn't the same age as the patient when he lost his memories but he could understand the feeling of just being lost and not being sure of who you really are.

"Will I ever remember my name?" the boy asked, snapping Erhuard out of his thought train.

"I'm sure in time you will."

"Promise?"

Erhuard nodded.

"Promise."

"Okay… Wouldn't mind have something to be called by, I mean I'm okay with Kid, but I wouldn't mind a name, and NOT Jameson. I want a real first name."

Erhuard thought for a moment before a name came to his head.

"Well, we can give you a temporary one till we know. How does Lucas sound?"

"Lucas?"

"If you want, it was just the first name that came to me. It means light."

The boy hummed in thought over the name.

"Lucas… Lucas Jameson… I like it!"

Erhuard gave a slight smile.

"Lucas it is."

"Thanks, Doctor."

Erhuard nodded before getting up from the chair he was seated in.

"I need to get other patients. Get some rest."

"Okay… Is that all I'm going to be doing? Sleeping gets boring after awhile."

"When you're able to walk around you'll be able to spend time with some of the other pediatric patients in the ward. I know there's some other kids you'll be able to play with who are around your age."

"Awesome…" Lucas yawned curling up under the blankets.

"Sleep well, Lucas." Erhuard said walking out and closing the door quietly.

I hope he'll remember… I don't want him going through the same thing I did with my memories…

oooooo

Two weeks had passed by quickly, the boy now known as Lucas was healing… and had also tried to keep his secret just that.

Naomi had stopped by the same day he had been given his name. She had been intrigued when things had started to happen around them and the boy hadn't even flinched. He was stubborn and didn't want to talk regarding what happened. "I'm sorry but I can't help ya there." had been his only answer.

In that time the scared boy had started to disappear… and be replaced by someone more bold. Once he had been able to walk around, Lucas had begun to figure out with the help of Hector ways to drive the nurses or other patients crazy. Be it hanging a bucket of water over a doorway or stopping by the room of two teenage girls who didn't get along and saying the other was right in the middle of their arguing. He was quickly being called "The Demon Child" by a few of the nurses.

"Hehe quite the mind you got Lucas, this is the most fun I've had in awhile." Hector commented hanging from the curtain rod. Today had been another day of pranks and the two were on break now with Hector in his usual spot on the curtain rod while Lucas was sprawled out on his bed.

Lucas looked up giving a smirk.

"Thanks, lot better than how we were two weeks ago.

"No kidding, talking's fun, but doing stuff is more fun. Now let's see what to do next…"

Lucas hummed in thought, trying to think of new pranks they hadn't done yet. His thought train was broken when he heard the door to his room creak open.

He sat up expecting to see a doctor walk in to come scold him about the pranks he and Hector had pulled today but instead he saw a little boy. He looked about two years younger than him. He had light brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was a bit on the pale side, and with the look on his face he almost seemed like a little lost puppy.

"Um… hi?" Lucas said, tilting his head.

The boy ducked a little.

"H-Hi."

Hector looked at the boy.

"I think I've seen this kid, he came in recently… Actually he's a regular, he's a bit on the weaker side when it comes to his immune system, serious asthma problem too."

"I see…" Lucas said in a low whisper.

Hector had been hanging around the hospital for some time. He was basically Lucas' source of information on anything about the place. Any long staying patients he could tell you about them along with the staff. Hector didn't really specify how long he had been around but Lucas was okay not knowing.

"Got a name?" Lucas asked the little boy.

"V-Vincent…"

"Vincent… I'll call you Vinnie, so what brings you to my lair?"

Vincent's eye widened a little.

"This is your lair?"

"Yeah pretty much. You can come in, I welcome guests."

"Okay!"

Vincent quickly found a chair sitting next to Lucas' bed, looking up at the older boy with his big brown eyes.

Oh gosh… Those eyes… Those could stop even Dr. Cunningham from being mad if they were used-... Wait.

Lucas grinned.

"Hey… how do you feel about pranks?"

Vincent tilted his head.

"Pranks?"

"Yeah, they're like jokes, nothing harmful. Would you like to help me with one?"

"I guess… But I've never done a prank before so I'm not sure how much help I could be."

"That's why you have me, I can teach you my wonderful ways."

"Okay! You're my sensei then!"

Lucas' grin got a bit wider and he felt a sense of pride hearing Vincent calling him sensei.

"That's Lucas-sensei to you."

"Okay!"

Lucas hopped off his bed taking Vincent's hand.

"Come my young padawan, I have much to teach you, and we got plenty of nurses to scare."