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My Manipulated Misfortune	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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***Warnings: Language, soft core yaoi, slightly disturbing scenes

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. This fic is for fun. I am making no money off of this fic.

Chapter 4

"You are silent this morning." Roderich spoke to his roommate from across the small kitchen table. "Eat your quiche. I worked very hard to make it."

Ludwig forked his piece of spinach quiche lazily, not liking the smell or texture. "You simply warmed it up in the oven. It is two days old."

"That does not mean I put any less work into making it. We are not wasting food simply because it is a few days old."

"I did not say that, Roderich." Ludwig responded flatly. "You should know by now I dislike quiche and least of all the spinach type. It is not my fault you eat like a bird."

Roderich huffed. "Then make your own breakfast!"

Ludwig said nothing as he pushed the plate of old quiche into the center of the table. He could feel his roommate's angry gaze on his back while pulling out some eggs and sausage from the fridge. It was one of their days where they started an hour or so later, which left room for a decent breakfast. Ludwig was not going to settle for quiche when he could have meat and eggs. The cooking would also keep his mind off of his wet dream. Even though he had used his will power to make 'it' go away, there was still the initial fear of it coming back. Ludwig hoped to any god listening that Gilbert still would not be able to see when he arrived at the facility.

"Now what has you in a snippy mood this morning?" Roderich asked while eating Ludwig's discarded piece of quiche.

Ludwig cracked three of the eggs into the pan and dropped in a sausage. "Thinking."

"A penny for your thoughts?"

"It pertains to some concerns I have for how VOX deals with its patients."

Roderich turned in his seat to look at Ludwig. "We have been through this before."

"Yes. However, while I am in favor of trying to find solutions for diseases…I cannot help but think it is being done maliciously."

"Example?" Roderich held out his mug to signal for Ludwig to pour more.

"Well, my best example would be when they performed a dental procedure on Gilbert without Novocain." He poured Roderich more of the dark coffee. "I understand it was to monitor his brain activity due to his phobia of such events occurring, yet it was terribly barbaric." He flipped the eggs. "I met many of the other patients yesterday, and just the word 'doctor' had them shivering in fear."

Roderich sipped his coffee. "I would not bother with trying to report this to anyone. The government funds it, so they must be aware of how procedures are preformed."

"What if they don't?" Ludwig countered, scrapping his breakfast onto a new plate and bringing it over to the table.

"It is logical." Roderich took a larger sip. "VOX would not be the first company to operate under false pretenses. If that is the case, then perhaps the procedures could be changed."

Ludwig gave nod with his first bite of sausage. By the third bite he had gotten an idea while pondering Roderich's words. "That's it!"

Roderich gave him a curious look over the rim of the mug.

"Perhaps it is unknown by the government what exactly goes on there! If we can get someone to investigate then maybe methods of procedures will change!"

"Just what are you getting at, Ludwig?"

"Your father is a senator."

"Oh, no!" Roderich said in a warning tone. "You know full well I do NOT use my father's career to mine or anyone's advantage!"

"But this is important! These are human beings we are talking about. What if it you were you on one of those operating tables?" Roderich looked way. "Could you please just mention it to him? Your father can figure something out. He knows people."

Roderich was silent for a moment. "I will think on it."

They ate in silence until Ludwig spoke again.

"What do they do with the bodies after the patient has died?"

Roderich looked up. "What?"

"Do you know what they do to the bodies of patients?"

"Dispose of them I would think?"

"I was told yesterday by one of the patients that the bodies are burned when they die or live out their 'uses' for testing. I witnessed a patient being taken away by a doctor, or who was dressed as a doctor, to be euthanized and burned."

"I am certain that is just folklore thought up by the patients there."

Ludwig shook his head and leaned back in his chair. "The 'doctor', who is called 'Dr. Sweets' came in with a black mask and gloves. The patients saw him and I cannot begin to describe the fear in their eyes. He came in with some orderlies and they took someone away."

"Ludwig, I think they are overworking you there. What you are saying cannot be-"

Ludwig slammed his hand on the table. "I'm not lying, Roderich. What reason would I have to lie? All I know is that there is something very… 'off' about VOX Corp."

"So what do you suggest we do?" Roderich frowned at him.

"I will try to find out as much as I can on my own. You work closely with the doctors. See what you can find on Dr. Sweets. I do not want to personally speak out about these matters to Dr. Carty until I have more evidence and facts. Promise me that you will speak to your father about my concerns?"

Roderich sighed. "I said I would see what I can do. Allow me to investigate matters on my own first and we can discuss further."

Ludwig sighed knowing that it was the best answer he could hope for. If he pressed too hard, Roderich may go into a hissy mood and dismiss it all together. "Thank you."

/

Ludwig sat in his office, searching for all the patients he had met yesterday. Before he left to visit Gilbert and a couple others, he wanted to read up more about them. The files were choppy and seemed to be slightly unorganized, which led Ludwig to believe that these were not the full reports.

Each one had been brought in due to a specific disease or handicap they had. Unlike Gilbert, these other patients had been born with or ended up with these troubles by other means. In Gilbert's file, many of his current ailments were brought on by the facility itself to test them on an albino.

The specific files of patients he had organized in alphabetical order by last name. He had not asked for their last names yesterday, but was able to find them by first name and picture. Francis Bonnefoy had Bradycardia, a type of heart disease that made the muscle beat too slowly causing less oxygen to flow throughout the body. Normally a pacemaker could help, but Ludwig wasn't the least bit surprised that the facility had not given the man one.

"Death could come any time for him." Ludwig whispered softly and wrote down the information. He wanted to start keeping a collection of data notes just for himself in which he could present to someone like Roderich's father. He also took note that Francis was the fourth and current patient present with this problem, but the last three were deceased. They others, including Francis, were taken from medical clinics. "Just one failed experiment after the other." He noticed that the clinic did not have a name listed, which he found peculiar and took note

Ludwig clicked on the next file of Ivan Braginski, and shivered at the smiling face that came up. Ivan had come from a Russian asylum, which he was placed in for mass murder and dubbed criminally insane. The metal plate was a form of brain surgery to try and control whatever caused a person to act in that manner, but the full medical files were blocked.

Antonio Fernandez's file was smaller than the first two. He had developed kidney disease and one was removed. Currently, it had spread to the next one, but there was no future surgery listed for it. The only notes were 'transplant' and 'medicine'. Medicine could mean anything so he wrote it down to ask Roderich later. Like Francis, he too was taken from a free clinic, also unnamed. He had to wonder if it was the same clinic for both.

Kiku Honda came up next and his file was less troublesome. The young man had been born blind, but Ludwig would have never guessed it when meeting him yesterday. He had undergone many tests and surgeries to try and correct the problem, but all had failed. Kiku had been taken from an orphanage in Japan. He had never been adopted and grew to help the other children there. Ludwig had read that Gilbert was also taken from an orphanage, but it never said if he lived there or simply volunteered.

When Arthur Kirkland's file came up next, Ludwig was curious to find out why the children were present. The angry Englishman had been taken from a shelter where he and the boys were living after running into severe financial troubles. The man must have stayed there too long and had to be taken away. Arthur had no specific aliments listed, only the word 'deliberate' was written. Any other file was blocked. Ludwig took note to ask Gilbert about Arthur's ailment.

Yao Wang was the last name on his list. Ludwig had the hearing aide boots charged and in a small bag prepared for the man. Like Kiku, Yao was born with his hearing problem and also grew up in an orphanage. The man had received no medical attention or assistance for his hearing until he arrived at VOX. The hearing aides were only a temporary solution until more tests and surgeries could be conducted in hopes to 'correct' the problem.

'Gilbert will know more about all of this.' Ludwig said to himself. 'But does he trust me enough to tell me?' Ludwig looked down at the boots for Yao and the antibiotics for Kiku. 'I should deliver these and visit Gilbert.' The mention of seeing him again made Ludwig blush, thinking about his wet dream all over again. 'Focus, Ludwig, focus.' He had to make sure there would not be a repeat of this morning.

/

After delivering the medicine and boots to the two grateful Asian men, Ludwig headed into the Red Apple Hall to visit Gilbert. He looked in the window to see the man lying on the bed with his arms in the air. Ludwig frowned, seeing a look of pain on Gilbert's face as the man was reaching for one I.V. Ludwig swiped his keycard and went inside immediately.

'Gilbert?' He asked him in German. 'What is wrong?'

'Hey…' The man forced a weak smile. 'You're fucking HOT!'

Ludwig closed his eyes with a heavy frown. 'I take it you have regained your sight?'

'Yeah, sure have! It's a bit blurry still, but getting better.' Gilbert went back to looking at the second I.V. 'Help me.'

'What is wrong?'

'It's so fucking cold! It's like ice through my veins! Make it stop!' Gilbert whined and arched his head back on the pillow.

Ludwig looked at the I.V. and noticed the problem. 'It is moving too fast. I will slow its flow for you.' He tightened the clasp on the tube and he heard Gilbert give a sigh. 'Is that better?'

'Much. Thanks. I must have pissed off that orderly. That's why he made it flow fast.'

'I see.' Ludwig took out his tablet. 'How was eating this morning? Were you able to keep most of it down?' He wanted to keep his back to Gilbert for images of his dream started to come back. The white sheets, the naked body against them, the I.V.'s, and those eyes that could now see.

'I did pretty good. They're going to move me onto bread and broth next! I can't wait until I'm able to sink my teeth into a pile of mashed potatoes!'

'Hm.'

Now that he could see, Gilbert let his eyes travel along Ludwig's body. He wished that the lab coat would come off so he could see more of the man's shape. Ludwig was the stern and gentle type that spoke little about his feelings. Gilbert was certain Ludwig was a virgin, never having known a woman or man. He felt a smile creep along his lips, thinking about the many ways he could playfully taunt the stoic male. Gilbert started off slow, making himself moan softly and writhe on the bed as if trying to get comfortable. Peeking an eye open, he could just make out the little beads of sweat on Ludwig's neck.

'Is there something you need?' Ludwig asked without turning around.

Gilbert smirked. 'No…just thinking about a dream I had last night.' He watched Ludwig's shoulders tighten. 'I dreamt I was lying in my bed, just like this. The door opens, and I turn to see a tall, darkened figure coming in.' The dream was a lie, but Gilbert could see it was having an effect on Ludwig for the man would have told him to stop talking by now. Even he was beginning to get slightly aroused, thinking of the figure as Ludwig. 'I'm not afraid of him because he feels familiar. He stands over me and easily rips away my clothes, but keeps my I.V.'s in for my health.'

Ludwig gripped his tablet.

'Then he lifts my legs to lock them over his shoulders while soft, but demanding lips explore my body. He is the only one who does not care for my bruises and finds me handsomely awesome.' Gilbert noticed Ludwig shifting slightly on his feet. 'Then he takes out his cock and-'

'ENOUGH!'

Gilbert stopped, wondering for a moment if he had gone too far.

'I am trying to take notes and your talking is hindering me.'

'Take notes?'

'Sexual hyperactivity…' Ludwig muttered and Gilbert slapped a hand to his face.

'Good grief…are you fucking serious?' he glared at Ludwig. 'I'm over here telling you about how I want to be fucked and you're taking actual medical notes! Wow, are you ever a virgin!'

'Irrelevant.' Ludwig finally turned to face him. 'You trust me enough to sleep with you, yet you will not tell me about yourself.'

Gilbert looked at him with a slight frown. 'Why is it necessary?'

'If I am to become a proper doctor I will need to know my patients on a personal basis so I can further relate to and understand them.'

'So you want to 'understand' me?' Gilbert scoffed and forced himself to sit up. 'Fine, I will tell you. Ask away. BUT, there is a catch.' He smirked. 'If I answer your questions honestly, you will have to answer mine in the same manner.'

Ludwig gave a tiny gulp. 'Very well.' He would give it the old 'college try'. It was very important to him that he learned more about Gilbert, not just for medical reasons but for himself as well. He sat at the foot of the bed. 'Where were you taken from? How did you end up here?'

Gilbert folded his hands in his lap. 'When I was in my early twenties, I had been living on the streets. I grew up in an orphanage in Germany, but left when I was eighteen. One less mouth for the government to feed. After a few years I was walking along at night when a van came up beside me. Before I knew it I was grabbed and pulled inside. Bound and gagged, I was taken to a warehouse where I was to be forced into the underground sex ring of human trafficking.'

Ludwig just stared at him, unmoving.

'What? It's the truth. I'm not the only one that VOX picked up from the ring, you know. Francis and Antonio were also there. They both were failing in their health and…well…just like at VOX, if you wear out your usefulness they kill you. Instead, our 'masters' sold them to VOX. I wanted to get out of there so bad that experimental testing seemed like a dream instead of fucking four or five clients a night. I don't even want to go into those details, don't make me.' Gilbert saw Ludwig shake his head. 'So, I begged the doctor, Dr. Sweets, to take me as well. When they saw I was an albino male they bought me in a second. I didn't want to stay there, nor did I want to leave my only friends. They were close to dying and we were the closest to family the other had.'

'I am…very sorry to hear of your misfortune, Gilbert. Do you not have a family? Were you always in an orphanage?' He decided to ask about that Dr. Sweets after Gilbert had finished talking.

Gilbert thought for a moment. 'I think I was in the orphanage since I could remember…but sometimes I have a dream.'

'A dream?' Ludwig turned a new page in his notebook. 'This is just for myself. I promise no one else at VOX will read this.' Ludwig saw the suspicious look Gilbert gave, but sighed inwardly as the man nodded.

'Well, in my dream, I'm in a room. It's a small room, painted a soft blue with fluffy carpet. In the center of the room there is a crib. A black crib with bars. I wobble over to it and I can see it is much bigger than me. I place my little hands on the base and lift up on my tiptoes to see inside. There's a little baby asleep on blue blankets.' Gilbert smiled as he spoke. 'I always think 'he's so cute' and I try to reach inside to rub him, but I can't reach. Then, a door opens behind me. I turn to look at a pair of grownups. I don't know who they are. My parents? My uncle and aunt? Or just some strangers, I don't know. All I remember is that the man takes my hand and pulls me away. I look back at the crib and start to whine that soon becomes a cry. I reach desperately for the crib, but I am pulled away too quickly. The door slams shuts…and that's when I wake up.'

Ludwig looked up from his notes. 'That is where the dream stops? Always in the same place?'

'Always.' Gilbert confirmed. 'So, Mr. Head-Shrinker, what do you think?'

'Hm…it could be a number of things. Suppressed memories of your family or of your stay at the orphanage. Since it seems to be reoccurring I would say it had a tremendous effect on you. Usually our memories from early childhood are lost to us. We call it 'infantile amnesia'. Some people claim to hold memories of when they were infants or toddlers. Exploration and science of the brain can only tell us so much. The whole functioning of the brain is still something we don't fully understand to this day.'

'But we will know soon because people like me and Arthur are being testing on that sort of stuff.'

'Technically, yes. He is strange one. Why does he not communicate? I wish he would because I am certain I can help his son.'

Gilbert sighed. 'Arthur is just as wild and foul-mouthed as I am. We fight like wildcats. He must have gone too far and Dr. Sweets burned his tongue. He can communicate through writing…but refused to do so at first and they broke his fingers. His hands never healed right so writing is much harder for him now. When he tries to talk it's more grunts and growls. I'm half fucked up like this because I won't go down without a fight, even though in the end it causes me more pain. And Ivan? He can from the looney bin, that one! He's just a harmless polar bear so don't mind him.'

'I want to help them more. I want to help you and your friends.'

Gilbert smiled. 'I can see you being the good doctor around here.'

Ludwig looked at his notepad. 'I am here to learn how to properly heal the sick and wounded…not make it worse.'

Gilbert slipped himself closer to Ludwig. 'Now, it's my turn to ask YOU some questions!' Gilbert saw the almost non-existent nervous look on Ludwig's face. 'Are you a virgin?'

Ludwig's cheeks flared an angry red. 'I find that the act of intercourse for anything other than reproduction is a waste of time and energy! Relationships and sex get in the way of becoming successful.'

Gilbert snickered for he knew whole-heartedly that Ludwig was telling the truth. 'So you and your hand are good buddies, then?'

Ludwig grit his teeth. 'Very rarely. My cognitive functioning and facilities are much more important than carnal pleasure! I learn more with my head, not with my phallus.'

'Phallus?' Gilbert threw his head back and laughed. 'Oh my god! This is awesome! You said 'phallus'! Who the hell says 'phallus' anymore? That's like…like, I don't know! Shakespeare or something!'

'Now that you have thoroughly mocked me, I will take my leave.'

'No wait!' Gilbert grabbed his sleeve. 'I'm not done asking my questions.' He carefully used his arms to lift his lower body so he was resting on his knees. 'Do you find me attractive?'

Ludwig felt his face grow hot and knew he was blushing.

'You promised to tell the truth, Ludwig.'

Ludwig struggled for the right words to say. The correct word was 'yes', but he could not bring himself to say it. Gilbert was looking straight at him with seeing pink eyes, practically leaning forward on his hands to inch closer. Ludwig shifted back a bit when Gilbert continued to lean forward. The images from his dream were running through his head like wildfire, and then there was that familiar tightening in his pants. 'Don't look down. Don't look down. Don't look down.'

Gilbert gazed his eyes downwards and Ludwig wished he could disappear.

'That's a pretty good answer.'

'Irrelevant!' Ludwig blushed a new shade of red.

'Calm your tits, Luddy. I just wanna nuzzle you a bit.' Gilbert leaned himself forward on his knees and hands to kiss Ludwig's cheek. 'I won't bite.'

Ludwig remained perfectly still. 'Cease your movements please. Y-You came from an underground sex ring…you should not want to do such things!'

Gilbert chuckled. 'As long as it's of my own choosing, I doesn't bother me. Come on, Ludwig, give it a chance.' He inched closer, allowing his hand to rub at Ludwig's thigh. 'Have you ever been kissed before?'

'No.'

Ludwig literally went rigid when Gilbert suddenly pressed their lips together. The blonde didn't move a single muscle as those slightly chilled lips massaged his own. When Gilbert pulled away he rest their foreheads together. Ludwig's blue eyes crossed slightly to gaze into pink.

Gilbert's mouth went back to his lips, using more force to try and awaken Ludwig's desire. Finally, he felt strong warm hands grip his face and kiss him back. Ludwig clearly never kissed before but Gilbert didn't care. He let his hand move to grip Ludwig's groin through the brown pants and squeeze, never unlocking their lips. Ludwig moaned into his mouth and Gilbert took the opportunity to force his tongue inside. No sooner had his tongue poked through and his hand grip the tip that Ludwig shoved him away.

'NO! NO, I WILL NOT DO THIS! IT IS WRONG!' He wiped his mouth and looked at Gilbert's saddened face. 'I am your doctor. I am not your lover or play toy. I am a doctor!'

Gilbert decided to throw the guilt card at him. 'It's because I'm hideous, isn't it?' He moved the sheet around himself. 'You…you don't like that I'm really thin, sickly…full of bruises and holes. I must repulse you. And it's okay! Believe me, I fully understand.'

'No, that is not the reason. It is unethical and…morally wrong for a doctor to be…involved with their patient. A good example would be a spouse who needs surgery and their significant other is a doctor. That doctor is not allowed to operate on their spouse. Same for a doctor parent operating on their child, or visa versa. It can cause too many issues and make things more difficult. It is a precaution.'

'It's a stupid one!' Gilbert pouted. 'I really like you, Ludwig. I feel something special with you…something familiar. It's a nice feeling that I don't want to lose. Please…can't you comfort me in a way I want to be? I could die tomorrow for all we know!'

Ludwig felt the sweat building on his brow as he listened to Gilbert's words. Gilbert had made some logical points and Ludwig could never turn away from logic. His wet dream about Gilbert was the ONLY DREAM he had had since early puberty. The fact that such a dream emerged must mean something but didn't know what. Ludwig wondered for a moment if he should reread his psychology textbook and try to analyze himself to come to a logical conclusion. He did not want to believe that it was purely lust he felt towards the man.

'Gilbert, please try to understand. I have only just met you and I am not ready for such a relationship. I know it may sound silly and immature on my part, but believe me when I say that I am fully dedicated to my career and schooling. I will not just be a good doctor; I will be the best doctor. Allowing emotions to get in the way of becoming successful is not part of my credentials. Perhaps in my later years after I have reached my main goal in my doctoring career will I partake in such matters.'

Gilbert stared at him. 'What the fuck did you just say?' He asked with sarcasm. Pink eyes narrowed. 'So you're saying you rather 'study' than have a little fun? Can't I be an experiment for you? I'm sure you'll have sexually…um…sexually diseased people or the like coming into your office! Do the Freud thing! He counseled married couples for sex, didn't he? Or something like that? You can do the same.'

Ludwig pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Freud had a very limited and estranged sex life. People tend to find it amusing that he counseled couples on sex issues when he never fully had them himself.'

'So my argument is 'invalid' then? Is that the smart boy term you would use? Forgive me for having a shitty education!'

'There is no need to become hostile.' Ludwig said calmly. 'You are the one who said I should answer truthfully and I have. Please calm yourself. I would not want you to make yourself sick.'

'Fuck you, egg-head.' Gilbert hissed and crossed his arms, turning away from Ludwig to hide his hurt pout.

'I will return when you have calmed down. Instead of becoming defensive thinking I am verbally attacking you, why not consider a different logic? Perhaps I have more respect for you as a person and not just a pleasure seeker while under my care. Maybe I would like you to have more respect for yourself.' Ludwig did not wait for a response from Gilbert as he left the room, making sure the door locked behind him.

Gilbert slowly turned to look at the door, searching for any signs of Ludwig at the window. He looked down at his bruised hands fused with I.V.'s. and cursed softly. 'He's too damn good…but he doesn't understand. The man is so smart he's stupid! I have respect for myself! How can I get him to see that?' Gilbert flopped back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. 'I suppose I could just force myself on him. Softly, though. Once he actually feels how awesome oral can be he'll be bending me over the bed and fucking me blind!' He laughed. 'Now…what's the best way to approach this? Think Gilbie, think!'

He rolled over onto his side to begin plotting how he was going to nab his man. After all, he had nothing else to do so best find a way to entertain himself. Gilbert wanted that stoic doctor and he was going to have him.

/

'How did I get mixed up in this? Interning stinks.' Ludwig said to himself while sitting on the outside park bench.

On nice days the patients took shifts in enjoying the outdoor park. It was completely walled in with only a few trees, some walkways, a pond, one slide, and a swing set. Beside him sat Ivan, who was currently preoccupied with the shoulder buttons on his lab coat. After three attempts to get the large man to stop nibbling them like candy, Ludwig gave up and let Ivan do what he wanted. On his left sat Arthur still holding a sick Matthew, and all the while glaring at Ludwig. Alfred was running around like a crazed child, dirty from head to toe.

Ludwig put down his notepad when he heard Arthur give a grunt in his direction. "Is there something you need?" He looked over the rim of his glasses at the glaring man.

Arthur looked down at Matthew, who was wheezing in his arms. Green eyes glanced up at Ludwig again before Arthur gently held Matthew's small body out to Ludwig.

Ludwig looked from Matthew to Arthur. "Would you like me to look at your son? Is that what you are asking?" He saw Arthur nodded as the mute passed Matthew over into Ludwig's arms.

Ludwig had the boy diagnosed immediately. Matthew showed all signs and symptoms of the flu, which have not been properly treated. Ludwig feared asking Arthur if he could take Matthew with him to give the boy proper medical attention. Arthur's tongue and fingers my not work, but there was nothing wrong with his teeth. Ludwig already had one patient sucking on his coat and he did not need teeth marks on his hand.

"Your son has the flu, simple as that. Since Matthew has not been given proper, adequate care, his little body is unable to fully fight off such an infection."

Arthur nodded and motioned to take Matthew back when something caught his eye. Arthur gasped when he saw Alfred splashing in a mud puddle. He shouted something that sounded like Alfred's name and raced over to pull the boy away. Alfred, like any unruly seven-year-old, immediately went boneless in Arthur's arms. Arthur was unable to properly grip him and Alfred knew this. Arthur attempted again with some loud angry grunts, but Alfred still wiggled free.

"Alfred!" Ludwig hollered the boy's name and Alfred froze. "Listen to your father! Stop playing in the mud and come sit here!" Ludwig's tone was firm, yet gentle so as to not scare the boy.

Alfred came trotting over to him and looked up at Ludwig, sticking his fist in his mouth. Ludwig frowned at the childish action. Arthur sat back down on the bench but smacked Alfred in the back of head, which forced the boy to remove the fist.

"Apologize to your father." Ludwig said to the boy.

"I'm sorry daddy." Alfred said sweetly. "I gots something for daddy! Wanna see?" He reached into the little pocket and pulled out a band-aid. "I got dis from the doctor! It's for daddy's big boo-boo on his tongue!" Alfred gripped his own tongue to pull it out and show the others. "You put it on daddy?" He asked Ludwig, holding up the band-aid.

"I…um…" Ludwig felt pins and needles travel all over his body. He was fairly uncomfortable around children and their sense of developing logic. "Y-Yes. I will try it later." Ludwig took the band-aid from the small fingers. "Thank you, Alfred."

Alfred smiled and hugged Ludwig's leg, getting muddied fingerprints all over his pants. "You a good guy! Not a bad guy! You a good guy! You make daddy talk again, right? He'll be all better soon!"

"I…" Ludwig glanced at Arthur who looked away. "We will work hard to see it so. We hope to make your daddy speak again soon. It may take a while but we are working on it."

"You're cool!" Alfred took Arthur's hand as his father got up and retrieved Matthew. "BYE BYE!"

Ludwig gave a little wave to the boy, but it was cut short by the sound of someone choking. He turned to see Ivan hacking and holding his throat. "DID YOU SWALLOW A BUTTON? MY BUTTON?" Ludwig nearly turned blue in the face at the realization that he was indeed missing a shoulder button. Immediately, Ludwig brought the larger man into the Heimlich maneuver and with a few pumps managed to remove the button. Ivan spat it up with a cough and it bounced along the sidewalk. "That was close!"

"I'll get it!" Ivan scrambled out of Ludwig's hold, dashing off to get the button.

Ludwig removed his glasses to rub at his eyes. It had been a very long day and it was only half over. He had some issues with Gilbert and now all the other patients were flocking to him. Ludwig did not mind it at all for he wanted to help them. That was his job. However, he started to wonder just how many medical procedures he was allowed to perform. He was still just an intern and he was making promises to all these patients to help them. Gilbert was the only patient he was currently assigned to by his boss. Ludwig decided it would be best if he try to contact Dr. Carty and learn just what his limits are.

The man couldn't lie to himself; he wanted to heal Gilbert faster than any of the others. Thinking of the man made him blush hotly. His mind was saying 'go to your office' but his groin was suggesting something different.

'Mein Gott…what have I gotten myself in to?' He ran a hand through his hair to rest it on the back of his neck. For a moment, Ludwig's eyes caught sight of a figure standing in a high window, gazing down on him. He could not make out the persons features at all but it defiantly suspicious. The person quickly retreated behind the panel curtains, closing them. 'Who was that?'

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