Title: Radiography

Rating: K

Pairing: KyoyaXRenge

Prompts: medics, surgeries, doctors, hospital, AU

Renge scratches her head, eyes squinting at the scans. She looks on in disbelief and a little horror. "How is it possible for such individuals to exist?" Her question receives no answer. Kyoya is too busy with marvelling on his own to hear the intern. "Dr. Ootori," she calls, hoping to gain his attention. "Dr. Ootori!"

Finally understanding that he is being shouted at by the intern, Kyoya levels a glare at the woman. "Dr. Hoshakuji, is there a particular reason for which you are so bent on blowing my eardrums up?" He actually likes the girl; she's spirited and quite amusing. Unfortunately she is also an intern, so any kind of relationship, beside the one teacher-student, is a no go. "Is there?" He must have surprised her. Usually she's quicker to react to his teasing.

"Yes, there is actually." Renge adopts her slightly annoyed, but not really wanting a fight stance. Her arms are crossed against her chest and her mouth forms a pout. "Don't tell me we're actually going to save the guy." She scowls, eyeing the scans again. "He deserves this."

"Unfortunately, that is not up to us." Or maybe he should have said fortunately. But Renge gives him a look and Kyoya clears his throat. "We could push it back. Just a little while though. Mrs. Yamamoto is clearly a more delicate case."

Satisfies with what she's obtained, Renge nods her head once. "I knew there was a reason I liked you." She shifts from one foot to the other. Ootori Kyoya is that scary resident you don't really want to piss off. 'The Shadow King' they call him. Renge herself likes to refer to him as the 'Demon Lord' every now and then, albeit it's with affection that she does so, and not fear. However she knows that as nice as he can be at times, there are other instances in which he is liable to rip another person's had off. So Renge arms herself with impish smiles and just a touch of snark. It's enough for her to be friendly, but not too friendly.

He concentrated on the scans again and starts planning. Renge might pout and sulk, but she never ignores her job. And it's their job to save this imbecile's life. Although Kyoua would be content to just let the fool reap what he's sown.

"And Renge," he starts just as she is about to open the door, "get me a coffee."

Bristling at the commanding attitude, Renge stomps her foot. "Get your own coffee. I'm your intern, not your secretary." Despite that she does go down the hall to get his coffee. And just to annoy him, she adds six cubes of sugar into it. "Here."

Kyoya takes a snip and promptly chokes on the concoction. "Are you trying to kill me?" The paper contained is shoved back into Renge's hands while she laughs so hard her face might split. "That's it! I'm taking Fujioka to assist."

"No!" Renge jumps at that, her hands coming together. "I promise not to do this again, so please let me assist. I'll be good."

She's such a child. Kyoya simply can't ignore her pleading eyes. But that doesn't mean he'll give in too quickly. "Why would I pick you? Give me one good reason."

"Because I'm good," she tells him and it's not some sort of boast. Renge is good. "And this is a brilliant opportunity for me to learn," she adds just for good measure.

For a split-second Kyoya frowns at her. "Hoshakuji, I know you're good." Fujioka on the other hand is brilliant. That girl is a natural. Yet he can't help but admire Renge for her hard work. "Prep OR 2. Go!"