AN: Hi peoples! I really like this one and I want to write a one-shot or chaptered fic for this... hopefully I'll find the attention span for it under a rock somewhere. The little attention span I had seems to have disappeared since I haven't written more than a paragraph in two weeks whines. Anyway tell me if you like it and I'll try and find a plot for the idea I have. Enjoy.
Medical
Yuugi adjusted his glasses as he looked at his patient's chart. The emergency rush had just passed and he was finally able to look at the less important cases.
"Mr. Atemu –"
His patient interrupted him, a smirk making the rose lips quirk at the ends.
"Please, call me Yami."
Yuugi paused his writing on the chart and looked at the man sitting on the examining table, blinking at him behind the spectacles.
"Okay, Yami," He emphasised the name, trying to show that he didn't usually call his patients by their first name, "This is the fifth visit you've made to the emergency room this month." He set down the chart on the table and took off his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "I haven't been able to find anything wrong with you since I fixed up your cut on the first visit. Either you're a hypochondriac, you like the smell of hospitals or you like tempting fate because you are some kind of masochist. Please tell me the reason because I'm intrigued."
Yuugi put on his glasses and once again looked at Mr. Atemu. He was shocked to find lust in the man's extraordinary crimson eyes, Yuugi swallowed at the darkened, glittering gems.
So, maybe those weren't any of the reasons Mr. Atemu had been coming to the hospital.
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