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            “Good morning, Matt” a tall man with tan skin, an athletic build, messy black hair, brown eyes, and a short beard in a black tuxedo overlaid with a white lab coat called out as he entered the medical lab.  A man of average height with light brown hair, light brown eyes hidden behind grey circular-framed glasses, and fair skin dressed in a grey suit overlaid with a white lab coat and looked up from his microscope, smiling slightly.

            “Good morning Thace” the man, Matthew Holt, replied.  The man in the suit, Thace Kurjak, Rheumatologist, walked over to the microscope and peered into it.  

            “Any luck?” he asked.  Matt frowned, and shook his head.  

            “No.  The cultures are coming up negative” he started but before he could finish his sentence, his pager buzzed.  He frowned and pulled out the device, looking at the message on it.

 

New case.  Conference room.

 

He sighed and placed the device back into his coat pocket before he looked up at Thace.

            “New case” he declared.  He then looked over his shoulder.

            “Sara!” he called out.  A young woman, about 23 with black hair tied in low pigtails, walked up to him with a bright smile.  He smiled back.

            “Sara, can you finish this for me?  I’ve got something super important to attend to” he explained.  The woman nodded.

            “Yes doctor” she replied.  Matt nodded to her before he looked over at Thace.

            “Come on, let’s go” he ordered.  Thace nodded and quickly followed the Pathologist as he exited the medical lab.

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

The two doctors walked down the hall when they were soon joined by two more doctors, Doctor Ulaz Sidran, Cardiologist, a tall man with fair skin, long blond hair tied up in a ponytail, and yellow eyes, and Lance McClain, Radiologist, a tall man with light brown skin, short brown hair with bangs, thin eyebrows, and blue eyes.

            “I’m guessing you got the page too?” Lance asked, glancing over at Ulaz, Matt, and Thace.  

            “Indeed.  What kind of case do you think it is?” Ulaz asked.  Lance shook his head.

            “I don’t know and I don’t know why it involves all of us.  We’re from completely different practices” he replied.  Matt shrugged.

            “There must be a reason for the overlap.  Now come on.  Allura will have our asses if we’re not there soon” he declared.

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When the four doctors entered the conference room, the other doctors, Kolivan Lewis, Antok Afakasi, Keith Kogane, Takahashi Shirogane, and their boss, Allura Altea, a slender, young woman with dark skin and long, curly white hair, were already discussing the case.

            “Matt, Lance, Thace, Ulaz, you’re late” Allura, head of Altea General, stated, glaring at the four men for their excuse.

            “I apologize ma’am, I was busy with another patient’s case” Lance replied.

            “I was finishing some pathogen cultures” Matt replied.

            “I was filling out reports” Ulaz replied.

            “I have no excuse, I just finished a case” Thace stated.  Allura hummed before she turned back to the case files spread out over the table.

            “A young girl around the age of six is experiencing personality change, seizures, myoclonus and ataxia.  Tell me, what disease is this?” she demanded.

            “It sounds like subacute sclerosing panencephalitis, otherwise known as Dawson disease” Matt replied.  Allura nodded.

            “Good, Holt” she replied.  

            “How long has this child has this disease?” Keith Kogane, Pediatrician, a young man with pale skin, black hair cut in a mullet, and indigo eyes asked.

            “She had measles when she was eighteen months old.  Barely survived.  Her parents began to notice the change in her personality around the age of four or five” Allura replied.  

            “And she’s only six now, right?” Lance asked.  Takahashi “Shiro” Shirogane, Oncologist, a tall man with broad shoulders, pale skin, black hair with white forelocks, grey-blue eyes, and a scar across his nose nodded.

            “Yeah, why?” he asked.  

            “Because—” Matt started, clearing his throat.

            “—if we can catch it now, we can at least slow down this disease and treat it.  It’s still in stage 1 and it hasn’t progressed to stage 2, where it’s basically incurable.  So, if we want to save this girl’s life, we need to act now.  Have test been done on her?” he demanded.  

            “Yes, a few months ago.  None have been done since” Lance replied, looking over at the Pathologist.  

            “Give her an MRI then!  Move!” Matt shouted, glaring at the man.  Lance nodded and quickly dashed out of the room, Keith following him; since he was a Pediatrician, he was trained to work with children.  Matt then looked over at Kolivan Lewis, a Neurologist, a tall man with dark skin, a large vertical scar over his right eye, long white hair pulled back into a braid, and hazel eyes    

            “Once Lance has gotten the results, I want you to check them to make sure that I diagnosed her correctly” he stated.  Kolivan nodded and quickly walked out of the room while Antok Afakasi, Pharmacist, a tall man with large muscles, medium-length brown hair parted down the middle, brown eyes, and tan skin stared at Matt.

            “Um…what do I—” he started.

            “Follow after him and if the results are what I think they will be, I want you to create a concoction of intrathecal interferon alpha and intravenous ribavirin, understand?” he ordered.  Antok nodded and walked out the door right behind Kolivan.  Once they left, that only left Shiro, Matt, and Allura.

            “If you don’t mind, Allura, but I’m going to check on this girl’s family and tell her what we think is happening” Matt requested, looking at Allura.  The Dean of the hospital nodded and Matt walked out of the room, Shiro following him.

            “Matt, you’re not the type of doctor to be talking to patient’s parents.  You’re just a pathologist” Shiro called out as he followed after the man.

            “Don’t tell me how to do my job, Takahashi” Matt snapped.  Shiro shook his head.

            “I’m not telling you how to do your job, Matt.  I’m just telling your that your brain runs on logic, statistics, and fancy words that most normal human beings don’t understand.  What I’m saying is, let me deal with the girl’s parents and you worry about the actual patient.  Okay?” he offered.  Matt sighed and was about to reply with his answer when suddenly a scream echoed through the hallway.  The two doctors looked at each other before they ran down the hall to where they saw two men standing in the middle of the room, one pointing a gun at a young nurse named Larmina Babicheva.  

            “If one of you is enough stupid to make a move I'll shoot her dead, understand?" the man growled.  When Larmina saw Shiro and Matt, her eyes widened in fear.

            “Shiro!  Matt!” she exclaimed.

            “Larmina, please, calm down” Matt soothed.  The second man not holding the gun pointed at Shiro and Matt.

            “Stay away from the doors.  No security guards.  No phone calls.  Just stay still and silent and no one gets hurt” he declared.  The man with the gun then pointed at Shiro.

            “You, with the white coat!  Shut the doors, close the curtains, then bring me that damned phone and call the boss of this fucking hospital!” he ordered.  Shiro nodded and placed a hand on Matt’s arm to gently order him to do as the man instructed.  Matt quickly walked over to the exit, locking the glass doors while Shiro reached for the phone and handed it to the man.

            “What’s your name?” the man with the gun demanded, looking at Shiro.

            “Dr. Takahashi Shirogane.  Oncologist” Shiro answered.  While the two men were looking at Shiro, Shiro let his gaze wander around the room for a moment.  A few patients and nurses were staring at them, holding their breaths anxiously, but other than that, everyone seemed to be unharmed.  Behind him, Matt was a little pale but he nodded to him as their gazes met, assuring that he was okay as well.  He then looked back at the two attackers, noticing that they were both nervous and kept exchanging hesitant glances.

            “May I ask why you’re doing this?” Matt asked, walking up next to Shiro.  The man with the gun glanced at him as if he was crazy, his eyes showing the first sign of panic. 

            "Now, you're not in the position to ask question, Dr. –” the man paused, looking at Matt, expecting to receive a name.

            “Dr. Matthew Holt, Pathologist” Matt replied.  The two men nodded.

            “I'm Harry Spengler and the other guy is Victor Henriksen.  Phone your boss” Harry ordered.

            “That won’t be necessary” Matt stated.  Harry and Victor looked at him with raised eyebrows.

            “He’s here, in the Clinic.  We just finished a meeting with him.  I’m sure he’s still in his office” Matt explained.  Victor narrowed his eyes at Matt before he pointed at Shiro.  

            “Come here, Doc" he ordered and, as soon as the oncologist reached them, he grabbed him, letting Larmina go in exchange.

            “Shiro!” Matt exclaimed as Larmina ran into his arms.  Victor snarled and pointed his gun at Matt, making the Pathologist freeze.

            “Now, Mr. Holt, if you want your friend to stay safe, take all these people out of here and go talk to your boss. Tell him what is going on and that we need the best doctor in this hospital.  He mustn't call the police or Dr. Shirogane is dead.  No tricks.  His life is in your hands” he growled.  Matt frowned before he gently pushed Larmina out of his arms and motioned for her and the other patients and nurses to leave the room before he faced Victor and Harry.

            “Threatening an angel and holding a demon hostage.  That’s plucky” he sneered.  The two men blinked in confusion before Matt’s eyes began to glow and six large grey wings spread out of his back.  Harry and Victor quickly stepped away from Shiro as the Oncologist walked over to Matt and stared at the two men as his eyes flicked to black and a wicked smirk graced his face.  Victor and Harry gasped but as quickly as they transformed, Matt pulled his wings against his back and his eyes dimmed and Shiro flicked his eyes back to his normal dove-grey.

            “Now, if you were ill, you could have just said so” Matt scolded.  

            “We’re in a hospital, we’re doctors.  Treating people who are ill is our job.  And you’re clearly one of them” Shiro stated.  Harry and Victor blinked in shock before Victor shook his head.

            “It’s not us…it’s our son” he snapped.  Shiro and Matt looked at him in confusion.

            “Your son?” Shiro repeated.  Victor nodded and motioned to the gun in his hand.

            “Maybe this way I'll convince someone to try and help my son!” he exclaimed.  Matt and Shiro stared at him. 

            “Nobody understands what your son has?” Matt asked.  Victor shook his head.  Shiro smirked.

            “Well, this hospital is full of supernatural beings who are trained in the field of medicine, so with our training plus our supernatural abilities, I’m sure we can figure out what’s wrong with him” he stated.  Harry crossed his arms.

            “Are you sure?” he demanded.  Matt nodded.

            “Indeed” he assured.  He then looked at the gun in Victor’s hand.

            “And if you don’t mind, would you mind putting the safety on that?  I understand that this is a hospital, but we’re not prepared to take a patient with a gun wound because you were being stupid and didn’t bother to put the safety on” he snarled.  Victor looked down at the gun in his hand and let out a little laugh.

            “Oh, don’t worry Mr. Holt, this gun is fake!  The last thing we want is to hurt somebody” he explained.  Matt and Shiro looked at him in shock.

            “What?!” they exclaimed.  Victor nodded.

            “We apologize for scaring you and the others, but we needed someone to look at our son’s case.  We don’t have the money for a private clinic and we didn't want to create panic, but we couldn't find a better way to get the attention our son needs” he explained.  Shiro crossed his arms.

            “I’m going to have to disagree with you on that last statement” he stated.  He then looked over at Matt.

            “You’re gonna have to tell Lance and Keith that they’re in charge of the other case.  Besides, I feel like it pertains to them more, since Keith is a pediatrician and Lance is a radiologist and this disease does have to deal with the brain” he stated.  Matt sighed.

            “I suppose, but…” he muttered.  Shiro huffed.

            “I know you wanted this case Matt, but these men need us a little more right now.  We have more than capable doctors taking care of our young patient.  Now come on, let’s help these poor gentlemen out” he encouraged.  Matt nodded and pulled out his phone, quickly typing a message to Lance and Keith, telling them that they oversaw the case now and that he and Shiro were taking on another case.  He then looked over at Shiro and the two men.

            “Alright, I’ve texted them.  Now, shall we get started?” he asked.  Victor and Harry looked at him in confusion.

            “We've attacked this hospital, we held you hostage…why are you willing to help us? I don't get it” Victor asked.  Shiro and Matt shrugged.

            “We’re doctors and your son is soon going to be a patient.  We’re just doing our job” Shiro stated.  The two men started at the two celestial beings for a moment before Victor smiled.  

            “Thanks, Dr. Shirogane.  Harry and I are grateful.  Maybe not all doctors are so bad” he offered.  Shiro huffed.

            “You're welcome. Just…next time, please, ask before putting on such a mess in a hospital, okay? You risked giving somebody a heart attack” he scolded.  Harry and Victor nodded.

            “Of course.  We’ll bring Liam in right away” Harry promised.  Shiro and Matt nodded.

            “See that you do” the archdemon ordered.  Harry and Victor nodded and quickly walked out of the hospital, heading home to get their son.

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While Matt and Shiro were dealing with Victor and Harry, Keith and Lance had just finished giving their patient a MRI when Matt’s text came in.

            “Did you see Matt’s text?” Lance asked.  Keith nodded as he put his phone away.

            “Yeah…not what I was expecting, but we’ll just have to role with it.  Now, what did the scan say?” he asked.  Lance looked at the scan and hummed before he pointed to the images that were on his screen.

            “See these two?” he asked, pointing to first two images.  Keith nodded.

            “This was from her first appointment.  And these two are from her scan today.  See the huge difference?” he asked.  Keith looked at the four images and blinked.

            “I have no idea what I’m looking at” he admitted.  Lance sighed and shook his head.

            “Alright, sit down, because this might confuse you a lot.  So, the initial MRI scan, images A and B, reveals a focal in the subcortical white matter of the left frontal lobe, consisting of a hypointense signal on the T1-weighted image, which is the arrow on A, and a hyperintense signal on the T2-weighted image, the arrow in image B.  In the scan that we did today, the focal abnormality in the left frontal lobe is less obvious than previously, which is the arrow in D, but advanced and diffuse cortical atrophy is present, signified by the ventriculomegaly and markedly enlarged sulci, the arrowheads in C.  Make sense?” he asked.  Keith shook his head.

            “I have no idea what the fuck you just said” he replied.  Lance sighed.

            “Keith, it’s a good thing we gave her an MRI or she could have died.  If her folks had waited any longer, they would have had to bury their kid.  That make sense to you?” he snapped.  Keith nodded.

            “No, yeah, I got that.  Her parents are waiting out in the waiting room…should we maybe go tell them the good news?” he asked.  Lance paused.

            “We should first get her into a room and then talk to them.  Apparently, Kolivan is supposed to also be checking to make sure that Matt correctly diagnosed her before we speak to the parents, just to make sure that we did not diagnose the kid with the wrong disease and end up killing them if we gave them something that they’re allergic to or something that has nothing to do with the disease” he stated.  Keith sighed.

            “Alright, fine.  Let Kolivan look, but as soon as he does, get her into a room” he ordered before he stood up from where he was sitting and walked out.  As soon as he walked out, Kolivan walked in.

            “Alright, this won’t take long.  I just need to see the scans” he stated.  Lance nodded and motioned to the computer, stepping out of the way so that Kolivan could look at it.

            “Yeah, looks like what Matt said it would be.  This is such a rare disease, since the measles vaccine has greatly reduced the outbreak of measles and what-not” Kolivan stated.  Lance nodded before he sighed.

            “I know, but I don’t think these people are from America.  Measles and this disease seem to happen in the Middle East and Asia, but you’re right, since the vaccine was created, the case studies have been going down.  They must be from a part of Asia where it is very poor and they can’t afford the vaccine or they are in such a rural area that no med team can reach them” he added.  Kolivan frowned and shook his head.

            “That’s so sad…how did they even get here?  If they’re as poor as you say?” he asked.  Lance shrugged his shoulders.

            “Allura must have pulled a few strings” he guessed. 

            “Oh no, they’re from here” Antok called out as he walked into the room.  Lance and Kolivan turned and raised an eyebrow at the wendigo.

            “What do you mean?” Kolivan asked.  Antok looked over at the girl who was being reversed out of the machine and then placed on a gurney by nurses before being wheeled to a room before looking back at his partner and Lance.

            “Her parents didn’t bother to vaccinate her before they went on a trip to Thailand and they encountered some folks who had the measles virus and didn’t bother to tell the parents.  And the reason why they didn’t vaccinate her was that they’re one of those people who believe that vaccinations can cause autism” he snarled.  Kolivan looked at Antok in shock while Lance growled, making his eyes flash.

            “Keith is not going to be happy when he hears about this…” he murmured as he took a deep breath.  He then shook his head before he looked at Antok.

            “How fast can you make that cocktail?” he demanded.  Antok smirked.

            “How soon do you need it?” he asked.

            “As soon as possible.  We want to keep this kid alive” Lance replied.  Antok nodded.

            “Give me five minutes.  I’ll get you your cocktail” he declared before he turned on his heels and walked out of the room.  Kolivan watched him leave before he looked back at Lance.

            “I’m going to go and check on another patient.  You need anything else?” he asked.  Lance shook his head.

            “Nah, I’m good.  I’m gonna go find Keith and tell him the “news”.  I don’t think the reaction is going to be good” he stated.  Kolivan winced before he gave Lance a thumbs-up and walked out.  Once he was gone, Lance pinched the bridge of his nose.

            “Humans” he growled deep in his throat.  He then took a deep breath, stood up tall, rolled his shoulders back, then walked out of the room, looking for his partner.  When he found the pediatrician, in another room looking at some charts, he took another deep breath.

            “Keith” he called out.  Keith looked up in surprise.

            “Lance?  What’s up?  What’s the matter?” he asked, frowning at the look that was on Lance’s face.  Lance took a deep breath before he looked into Keith’s eyes.

            “Keith…this kid…this kid is dying because the parents didn’t bother to vaccinate her before they went on a trip to Thailand and they didn’t want to vaccinate her because they’re those type of people who don’t believe in vaccinations and think that they give kids autism” he explained in one breath, waiting for Keith’s response.  Keith was silent for a moment before his face began to turn red and his indigo eyes flashed.

            “So…they decided to not vaccinate their child…and now she is going to die because of it?!” he exclaimed.  Lance flinched at Keith’s tone but nodded in response.  Keith whipped his head away from the witch and slammed down his charts before he stormed out of the room, walking quickly down the hall, on a mission.  Lance’s eyes widened and he quickly raced after Keith, struggling to keep up with his strides.  He continued to follow Keith until he came upon the giant standing before the two stereotypical American parents: blonde hair, blue eyed mom in a beautiful dress while the dad was dressed in a typical business suit, looking a little annoyed.

            “How dare you” Keith snarled as Lance quietly stepped into the room behind him.  Both girl’s parents looked at him in confusion.

            “Excuse me?” the mother asked.  Keith snarled and took a step forward.

            “I said, how dare you not vaccinate your child, just because you think that vaccines give your kid autism!” he shouted.  The father frowned.

            “My good man, I assure you, we researched online that vaccines give children autism and we didn’t want our child to be autistic, so we decided to not vaccinate her” he explained.  Keith was very close to stepping forward and ringing the man’s skinny neck for how idiotic he sounded.

            “So instead you decided to take her to a place where she’ll be exposed to the measles virus and have a much easier time contracting the virus which ended her up here?!” the Pediatrician shouted. 

            “We thought she would be fine!  We didn’t contract the virus” the mother declared.  Keith was about ready to pull his hair out.

            “That’s because you’re still in your prime and your immune system can handle this type of virus.  Your daughter’s immune system is still developing and needs a vaccine to make sure that her immune system can already build up antibodies to counter the virus if she ever encounters it!  I don’t even know how you were able to even enter the country unless she had a vaccine” he exclaimed.  The man in the suit stood to his feet.

            “Are you questioning us, sir?” he asked, his voice deadly and quiet.  Keith blinked before he stood to his full height, which was a few inches shorter the man, but no less terrifying.

            “Lance, shut the door and close the blinds” he ordered.  Lance nodded, even though Keith couldn’t see it, and quickly shut the door and closed the blinds.  Once the blinds were closed and the door was shut, Keith stormed up to the man and glared up at him.

            “I am a doctor with a medical degree of twenty years, so yes, I AM questioning you.  And I’m very close to calling child protective services to take your daughter away if she survives this disease and lives a few more years.  If not, then you’ve just killed your child.  And no court is going to forgive you for parental neglect of a child under a certain age” he hissed, indigo eyes now glowing red as six black wings began to spread out from his back.  The mother and father gulped.

            “What kind of hospital is this?!” the woman exclaimed.

            “One that doesn’t put up with this kind of bullshit, lady” Lance called out from the back of the room, eyes glowing as his fist became incased in blue flames.  The man and woman cowered in fear underneath Lance and Keith’s glares and God must have been looking down on them because suddenly both Lance and Keith’s pagers went off.  Lance pulled out his pager first and when he saw what one it, his eyes widened.

            “We got a flat line!” he shouted as he snuffed out the flames on his hands, ran over to the door and threw it open, rushing out.  Keith looked over his shoulder at the two parents.

            “This isn’t over” he growled before he pulled his wings against his back and took off after the witch.

            “What happened?” Lance shouted as he and Keith ran next to the bed.

            “She was fine a few moments ago and then she just started to have convulsions before going into cardiac arrest and flat lining” one nurse, Ginger Ellington, explained. 

            “Did you try to start her heart through CPR?” Keith demanded as he walked over to the AED device with pediatric programming next to the girl’s bed. 

            “We did, but it didn’t do anything” Ginger stated.  Keith sighed.

            “Charge 50 J” he ordered as he picked up the paddles.

            “Charging” Ginger replied, placing jelly onto the pads.  Keith nodded.

            “Clear” he called out before he placed one pad on the right center of the girl’s chest above the nipple while he placed the other pad slightly below the other nipple and to the left of the ribcage.  A shock was set through her body, making her body jump a little but still nothing showed on the heart monitor.  Keith growled and pulled the pad away, looking at Ginger again.

            “Charge 70” he ordered.  Ginger nodded and changed the voltage on the AED.

            “Charging” she replied. 

            “Clear” Keith called out as he placed the pads back onto the little girl’s chest, sending another shock through her body.  The body jumped and before he could order Ginger to up the charge, there was a weak heartbeat on the monitor.

            “We got a beat” Keith called out.  Lance and Ginger let out a relieved breath, just as Antok walked in the door, a small vial held in his hand.

            “I got the cocktail.  Move over” he ordered.  Keith, Lance, and Ginger stepped out of the way as Antok walked forward and grabbed a syringe from out of his pocket and stuck it into the vial, drawing out a little bit of his concoction.  He then walked over to the little girl, pushed up the sleeve of her hospital gown, and injected the concoction into her muscle.  He then placed the sleeve back down before gently petting her hair.

            “There now…sleep little one” he soothed before he turned on his heels and began to head towards the door.

            “Antok” Lance called out.  The pharmacist paused and looked over his shoulder at the demon.

            “Yes?” he replied.  Lance’s eyes flashed.

            “Go with Kolivan and escort a blonde woman and a brunet man out of the waiting room.  They nearly killed their daughter due to refusal of vaccination before entering a foreign country” he stated.  Antok nodded and quickly walked out of the room, paging Kolivan and relaying what Lance told them to do.  Once they found each other, they went to the waiting room and dragged the parents out of the room and towards the hospital’s exit.  From the hospital room, Lance watched as the couple was dragged out, kicking, screaming, and cursing.  He tsked.

            “You messed with the wrong hospital” he murmured under his breath before he put his pager back into his pocket and headed back down to his lab.

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While Lance and Keith were working on the little girl, Shiro and Matt were working on Harry and Victor’s son’s case.

            “Ten-year-old boy who screams for his life for no reason” Shiro stated as he and Matt walked into his office.  Behind them walked three other doctors, Pidge Gunderson, Matt’s sister and Immunologist, a fairly small and slim girl with messy light brown hair that reached down to her neck and curved in all direction, brown eyes hidden behind thin, grey circular-framed glasses, and fair skin, Tsuyoshi "Hunk" Garett, Surgeon, a man with medium brown skin, black hair, and brown eyes with thick, square-shaped eyebrows, and Coran Smythe, Pulmonologist, a man with pale skin, short orange hair, and a distinct bushy orange mustache.

            “He's autistic” Hunk replied.

            “Severely autistic” Coran clarified.

            “Can't talk, can't make eye contact.  Screaming is probably his way of communicating” Pidge added.  Hunk shook his head.

            “And he went to three different doctors who all said just that” he stated.

            “So, clearly that can't be the answer” Coran replied.

            “His brain can't filter information.  It's a constant assault on his senses” Pidge explained.

            “I'd scream, too” Shiro murmured.

            “Or it's something medical-sounding, like dysesthesia” Matt stated, speaking up for the first time.

            “Parents are convinced that there's something wrong with their son” Hunk interrupted.

            “Since when did we start believing parents? Or anyone?” Coran asked.  Everyone had to chuckle at that statement.

            “Harry was on Wall Street, Victor was a partner in an accounting firm” Matt stated.

            “When their son was diagnosed with autism, they both quit” Coran added.

            “So…they're over-protective and scared.  That's all the more reason to discount—” Hunk started.

            “They studied this kid.  Heard him scream a million times, but in ten years of caring for him, this is the first time they've brought him to a hospital” Shiro stated, interrupting him.

            “ER checked his throat, no obstructions, nothing” Pidge stated from the wall of Shiro’s office where she was leaning.

            “Which means the only symptom was a scream, which is diagnostic of nothing” Shiro snapped.

            “Kid clutched his chest, BP was elevated, maybe there was chest pain” Coran offered.

            “ER said the heart was fine” Hunk argued.

            “Don't be so quick to dismiss pain” Shiro instructed before pointing at Coran.

            “Stool sample to check for parasites, blood culture to rule out infection, and ANA for lupus” he ordered.  Pidge frowned.

            “Because he screamed?” she asked.

            “Could also be an environmental reaction.  An allergy.  Dust, wheat, pollen, a toxin or something he ate” Hunk offered.

            “Check the house and run a lung ventilation scan” Matt ordered.  The three doctors nodded and quickly exited the room, leaving only Matt and Shiro.

            “Kid's just a lump with tonsils” Shiro murmured.  Matt looked at Shiro with wide eyes.

            “Takahashi, how could you say that?!” the seraphim exclaimed.  Shiro sighed.

            “I’m just stating a fact, Matt.  Do you know how hard it’s going to be like trying to put an autistic kid into a nuclear scanner?  I don’t envy Lance” he murmured.  

            “Have a bit more of a heart, Takahashi, please” Matt pleaded.  Shiro sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

            “Alright Matt…I’m sorry” he apologized.  Matt smiled as he walked over to his couch, sitting down.

            “You’re forgiven” he replied.

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As Shiro, Matt, and their team were working on their case, Keith and Lance were keeping an eye on the little girl to make sure that her disease did not worsen.  When Lance was not in radiology, he would spend hours in the little girl’s room, reading stories to her or just singing soft little lullabies that he remembered from when he was little that his mother would sing.  While he did that, Keith would be checking on her status, making sure that all her vitals were normal, her heartbeat was regular, her blood pressure and blood sugar were normal, and that her brain activity had not worsened.  As he was working, he would listen to the stories that Lance would tell or the songs that he would sing.  After almost a few days of hearing the same stories or songs, Keith practically had them memorized.  Whenever Lance was busy and could not watch the little girl, Keith would watch her, making sure that his other patients were still taken care of as well.  One day, however, when he was watching her, she went into a spasm that lasted longer than a few minutes.  After calling Lance and the other doctors, they all quickly worked to calm her down and once she was calm, he looked over at Lance.

            “We need to give her another scan.  I think she’s deteriorating” he whispered.  Lance nodded and ordered an immediate MRI, rushing out of the room.  While the nurses and other radiologist were setting up the MRI, Keith was prepping the little girl for the scan.

            “You’re doing great sweetheart” he soothed once he was done.  He then took the little girl over to Radiology and let Lance and the other radiologist do their job. 

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

After about ninety minutes of scanning, the test was finally.  When the results appeared, Lance called Keith into the room.

            “Well?” the pediatrician demanded.  Lance sighed and shook his head.

            “She’s fading…she somehow jumped from stage 1 to stage 3 in a matter of moments…she doesn’t have long to live” he whispered.  Keith blinked and shook his head.

            “But Antok gave her the cocktail” he whispered back.  Lance shook his head again.

            “It doesn’t matter.  Her body seems to have rejected the concoction and it caused this disease to deteriorate faster” he explained calmly.  Keith blinked before he let out a deep sigh and ran his hand through his hair. 

            “Did we really just kill this girl?” he whispered.  Lance shook his head and gripped the man’s arm.

            “No Keith, we did not kill this girl.  Her parents killed her due to their neglect and stupidity.  She’s now just going to become a vegetable, unfortunately” he explained.  Keith shook his head.

            “I wouldn’t wish that on anyone” he murmured.  Lance shook his head as well.

            “I wouldn’t either.  But that is just what happens at the final stage of this disease.  We can’t save her…we just have to make her as comfortable as possible before she passes” he offered.  Keith nodded.

            “Alright…move her to hospice.  They’ll know what to do better than we will” he murmured.  Lance nodded and turned towards one of the nurses, whispering in their ear to order a room in hospice for the little girl.  Once the nurse was gone, Lance walked closer to Keith and looked into his sad indigo eyes.

            “I’m sorry Keith” he whispered before he reached down and cupped the man’s face, leaning down as he pressed a kiss to the pediatrician’s lips.  Keith leaned into the kiss and cradled the witch’s head in his hands, kissing him softly.  The two doctors kissed slowly and softly until they pulled away, their breaths coming out a little soft and heavy.

            “Thank you” Keith murmured, pressing his forehead to Lance’s.  The witch smiled sadly.

            “You’re welcome” he whispered.

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As Shiro, Matt, and their team were working on their case, Keith and Lance were keeping an eye on the little girl to make sure that her disease did not worsen.  When Lance was not in radiology, he would spend hours in the little girl’s room, reading stories to her or just singing soft little lullabies that he remembered from when he was little that his mother would sing.  While he did that, Keith would be checking on her status, making sure that all her vitals were normal, her heartbeat was regular, her blood pressure and blood sugar were normal, and that her brain activity had not worsened.  As he was working, he would listen to the stories that Lance would tell or the songs that he would sing.  After almost a few days of hearing the same stories or songs, Keith practically had them memorized.  Whenever Lance was busy and could not watch the little girl, Keith would watch her, making sure that his other patients were still taken care of as well.  One day, however, when he was watching her, she went into a spasm that lasted longer than a few minutes.  After calling Lance and the other doctors, they all quickly worked to calm her down and once she was calm, he looked over at Lance.

            “We need to give her another scan.  I think she’s deteriorating” he whispered.  Lance nodded and ordered an immediate MRI, rushing out of the room.  While the nurses and other radiologist were setting up the MRI, Keith was prepping the little girl for the scan.

            “You’re doing great sweetheart” he soothed once he was done.  He then took the little girl over to Radiology and let Lance and the other radiologist do their job. 

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

After about ninety minutes of scanning, the test was finally.  When the results appeared, Lance called Keith into the room.

            “Well?” the pediatrician demanded.  Lance sighed and shook his head.

            “She’s fading…she somehow jumped from stage 1 to stage 3 in a matter of moments…she doesn’t have long to live” he whispered.  Keith blinked and shook his head.

            “But Antok gave her the cocktail” he whispered back.  Lance shook his head again.

            “It doesn’t matter.  Her body seems to have rejected the concoction and it caused this disease to deteriorate faster” he explained calmly.  Keith blinked before he let out a deep sigh and ran his hand through his hair. 

            “Did we really just kill this girl?” he whispered.  Lance shook his head and gripped the man’s arm.

            “No Keith, we did not kill this girl.  Her parents killed her due to their neglect and stupidity.  She’s now just going to become a vegetable, unfortunately” he explained.  Keith shook his head.

            “I wouldn’t wish that on anyone” he murmured.  Lance shook his head as well.

            “I wouldn’t either.  But that is just what happens at the final stage of this disease.  We can’t save her…we just have to make her as comfortable as possible before she passes” he offered.  Keith nodded.

            “Alright…move her to hospice.  They’ll know what to do better than we will” he murmured.  Lance nodded and turned towards one of the nurses, whispering in their ear to order a room in hospice for the little girl.  Once the nurse was gone, Lance walked closer to Keith and looked into his sad indigo eyes.

            “I’m sorry Keith” he whispered before he reached down and cupped the man’s face, leaning down as he pressed a kiss to the pediatrician’s lips.  Keith leaned into the kiss and cradled the witch’s head in his hands, kissing him softly.  The two doctors kissed slowly and softly until they pulled away, their breaths coming out a little soft and heavy.

            “Thank you” Keith murmured, pressing his forehead to Lance’s.  The witch smiled sadly.

            “You’re welcome” he whispered.

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While Matt and Shiro were in Shiro’s office, Hunk was in Liam’s room, watching as Liam played on his PSP while Harry and Victor watched as well.

            “He just needs to finish this level” Harry murmured to Hunk.

            “We only have the scanner for the next half hour.  After that –” Hunk started.

            “Trust me, you don't want to move him until he's finished” Harry interrupted.  Hunk sighed.

            “The sooner we do this test, the sooner we can get you guys home” he offered.  Harry bit his lip before he slowly walked over to his son.

            “Liam, do you think that –” he started, reaching for the PSP when Liam shook his head and began to whine and whimper.  Harry sighed while Hunk took a deep breath.

            “Ten minutes.  Tops” Harry ordered, looking up at Hunk who shook his head.

            “If he has a vascular disorder, he might not have—” he started.

            “He might not have ten minutes?” Harry interrupted.  Hunk sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

            “I don't have ten minutes” he replied before he walked forward and grabbed the device in Liam’s hand.  Instead of letting him take it, Liam clutched to it tighter and began to scream, making Hunk quickly release the game as Victor and Harry surrounded their son, holding him while Hunk took a step back, hands raised in surrender.

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

A little later, Liam was still screaming, only this time he was screaming on the table to the MRI scanner. 

            “Can't you sedate him or something?” Victor demanded as he tried to hold his son’s head steady.

            “I could if I didn't want the test results to mean anything” Hunk snapped back as he tried to strap the child down.  Once Liam was finally strapped down, he took a step back and let Lance, who they had called in to help, do his job.

            “You’re doing great buddy” Lance soothed as the machine lid closed over Liam’s body and the table slid deeper into the machine.

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

While Lance was running the scan, Keith walked into Shiro’s office, knocking on the door as he opened it. 

            “So, heard you got a new case” he called out as he stepped inside the office.

            “Yup” Shiro replied.  Keith leaned against the door.

            “Autistic kid?” he asked.

            “Yup” Shiro answered, still working on his reports.

            “You guys need any help?” he asked.

            “Yes” Matt replied from the couch.  Keith nodded.

            “Will do.  Call Lance and I when you need us” he instructed as he pushed himself off the door and then turned and left.

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At Victor and Harry’s home, Coran was putting some egg salad into an evidence container when Pidge walked into the kitchen.

            “Big shocker, Dad's depressed” she stated, showing Coran the bottle.

            “Save your time.  SSRls don't cause chest pain” Coran replied as he took the egg salad and placed it back into the refrigerator.  Pidge hummed as she placed the pill bottle into an evidence bag.  When Coran closed the fridge door, he blinked in surprise at the time schedule that was hung on the door.

            “Wow.  Every minute of every day is booked; when he eats, sleeps, plays his handheld” he murmured.  Pidge huffed.

            “Not much of a life for them” she mused. 

            “They chose to have a family.  You don't get to decide what your kid's going to be like” Coran snapped.  Pidge sighed and looked over at him.

            “Nobody chooses this” she replied calmly as she walked away from him and out to the backyard where all of Liam’s toys were.

            “It's funny, you get a normal kid, the parent works.  You get a special kid that costs more, you quit and turn the backyard into a therapy circuit” Coran sneered as he took a sample of some leaves in the backyard.  Pidge took a deep breath, trying to calm her growing anger.

            “Yes, if only you were handicapped.  All the good times you could have had with Dad” she replied as she put some sand samples into a container.

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

While Pidge and Coran were investigating Victor and Harry’s house, Shiro and Matt were still in Shiro’s office when a pretty girl with dark brown hair opened the door and stepped inside.

            “Ahem” she called out.  Matt and Shiro looked up from their reports at her.

            “Hi Doctor Shirogane” the girl greeted.  Shiro frowned.

            “Hello, girl whose name I don't remember, but whose dad I treated, so I don't really know why she's here” he replied. 

            “Nyma Ivanov” the girl replied.  Shiro frowned.

            “What can I do for you, Nyma?” he asked.  Nyma smiled flirtatiously.

            “I think I caught what my dad has” she replied.  Shiro frowned.

            “You have colon cancer?” he asked.  Nyma blinked before she nodded.

            “Yeah” she replied.  Matt frowned.

            “You’re lying” he stated.  Nyma turned and looked at him, narrowing her eyes.

            “Who are you?” she snapped.  Matt stood to his feet.

            “Dr. Matthew Holt, M.D.” he replied, crossing his arms at Nyma.  Nyma growled and took a step towards Matt, trying to intimidate the seraphim, but instead ended up looking very stupid, since she was just a vampire.  Matt chuckled and shook his head as he took a step towards Nyma, towering over her.

            “Trying to scare a seraphim?  How cute” he sneered as six large grey wings slowly unfurled from his back, darkening the room.  Nyma gulped and quickly took a step back before turning on her heels and rushing out of the room, just as Lance popped his head in.

            “Who was that?” he asked, looking in between Shiro and Matt.  Shiro shook his head.

            “No idea” he replied before he stood to his feet.

            “What’s up?” he asked.

            “The ventilation scan was normal.  Time to send him home” he stated.  Shiro hummed while Matt shook his head.

            “I don’t think so.  Call the others in” he ordered as he pressed his wings back against his back.  Lance nodded and quickly sent a page to Keith, Pidge, Hunk, and Coran to meet in Shiro’s office.  Once they were all there, Matt stared at all of them.

            “Talk to us” he ordered.

            “All the tests are normal” Hunk stated.  Shiro hummed.

            “So, whatever's bothering him, it wasn't his lungs.  What about the house?” he asked. 

            “There were some pesticides and some alcohol, but the tox screen was negative” Pidge replied. 

            “Which means there's nothing physically wrong with this kid” Hunk exclaimed.

            “We already had that discussion” Shiro argued.

            “We get a fecal smear?” Keith asked.  No one replied.  He groaned and ran his hand through his hair.

            “Hello?  Fecal smear!  Talk to me.  Is there a sample we can look at?” he snapped. 

            “The parents have a smear kit, but the kid is constipated” Coran replied. 

            “Go up his rear and get a smear” Keith ordered.  Coran nodded and quickly exited the room, Hunk following him.

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

            “Need a stool sample” Coran stated as they and Hunk walked into Liam’s room.  When Hunk noticed that Liam was on his PSP, he paused and grabbed Coran’s arm.

            “We should probably wait until he's finished playing that level, huh?” he asked with a small smile on his face.  Harry smiled gratefully while Victor petted Liam’s hair.

            “I actually think he's a bit better today.  He seems more like his old self” Victor replied. 

            “It's possible that he was never sick” Hunk offered.  Harry nodded.

            “I guess, we could've overreacted” he replied.  Suddenly, out of nowhere, Liam began to choke before throwing up liquid all over his play table.

            “Liam? Liam? Liam? Liam?” Harry and Victor exclaimed at the same time as they both rushed over to him, Coran and Hunk joining them in trying to sooth and calm the child.

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

After the incident, Hunk and Coran reported back to Matt, Shiro, Keith, and Lance, making the four doctors frown.

            “So, what makes fluid fill the lining of a kid's lungs?” Keith asked once everyone had calmed down.  No one replied.

            “You stuck your finger in the kid and gave him a pleural effusion?” Lance asked, looking at Coran and Hunk.

            “I took the stool sample after his lungs failed” Hunk snapped. 

            “If there's a pleural effusion, we have to rule out heart failure” Matt stated. 

            “Get the kid an echocardiogram.  The fluid comes back and exudates, get him on broad spectrum antibiotics” Lance ordered.  Coran, and Hunk nodded, quickly exiting the room, only leaving Matt, Lance, Keith, and Shiro.  The four men were quiet for a while before Keith walked over to Shiro’s desk and picked up a little ceramic bear dressed as a doctor.

            “Dude, what the hell is this?” he asked, showing the archdemon the bear.  Shiro smiled sadly.

            “That's a gift from an eleven-year-old patient of mine.  She and I both knew it was a piece of junk, and that's what made her laugh” he replied.  Keith raised an eyebrow.

            “So you gotta keep it until she –” he paused and made a slicing motion at his throat.  Shiro looked up at him and narrowed his eyes at him.

            “She already did” he snapped.  Keith blinked before he turned and dropped it into the trash.

            “It’s time to let go of the past, dude.  Look towards the future” the fallen angel suggested.

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

Meanwhile, in Liam’s room, Liam was screaming and struggling as Harry and Victor held him down in his bed while Hunk tried to take an ultrasound of his heart.

            “Liam, I need you to stay still, buddy” Hunk soothed.

            “It's okay, it's okay, I got him” Harry reassured.  Hunk nodded as he placed the scanner over Liam’s chest and began looking into his thoracic cavity.  As he was scanning it, Hunk noticed something and quickly put down the scanner, clicking a few buttons on the ultrasound.

            “What? What is it? Is his heart okay?” Harry demanded.  Hunk took a deep breath before he sighed and looked over at the two men.

            “No” he murmured. 

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

            “Echo suggested a conduction abnormality, EKG confirmed it” Hunk stated as he walked in the door and handed the results to Matt, joining the other doctors in Shiro’s office.

            “Still doesn't explain the effusion.  The pleural fluid was an exudate.  We should be looking for something that explains both the heart and lung problems.  An infection, parasite, cancer” Coran suggested.

            “Microbiology showed no organisms in the fluids, so forget infection” Matt called out.

            “What about parasites?” Keith asked.

            “Stool sample's negative” Pidge replied.

            “That just leaves cancer.  Get a lung biopsy” Shiro ordered, crossing his arms.  Hunk groaned.

            “It took a half an hour to get the mask on the kid for the lung scan” he whined.  Shiro glared at him.

            “Oh, I'm sorry.  Was there somewhere you needed to be?” he snapped.  Hunk sighed and shook his head before he turned and walked out the door.

            “That’s what I thought” Shiro muttered under his breath.  Coran followed Hunk out the door as well before Keith and Lance turned towards him and Matt.

            “We’re going to check on our other patient.  Call us if you need anything” Keith stated before he and Lance walked out.  Only Pidge remained.

            “Hey, Shiro?” she called out.  Matt and Shiro looked at her.

            “What’s up?” Shiro asked, crossing his arms.  Pidge sighed.

            “Your “girlfriend” called the clinic 15 times today” she stated.  Matt and Shiro’s eyes widened.

            “How do you know that?” Shiro demanded.  Pidge shook her head.

            “It doesn’t matter.  Shiro, she’s a stalker!” she exclaimed.  Shiro smirked.

            “Right…couldn’t be that she finds me interesting, attractive, has to be that she's insane” he replied sarcastically.  Matt was the one to turn and look at him this time.

            “She's called you 15 times.  Even your mother's not that interested in you!” he exclaimed.  Shiro smirked.

            “Well maybe I'd be better adjusted if she was” he replied.  Matt and Pidge groaned at the same time.

            “I'm notifying security” Pidge stated as she turned to walk out of the room.

            “She's dangerous” Matt stated, glaring at Shiro, who shook his head.

            “She’s not dangerous” he replied.  Matt narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms.

            “She's pretty” he added.  Shiro nodded.

            “She's pretty” he agreed.  Pidge rolled her eyes at the door.

            “Men are stupid” she called out.

            “I'm with you so far” Shiro called back.

            “I'm notifying security” Pidge declared.

            “Give her a break.  She's not dangerous, she's insightful” Shiro called back.  Pidge groaned once more before she turned the knob and walked out the door.  Matt and Shiro watched her leave before Matt turned and glared at Shiro.

            “You’re playing a dangerous game, Dr. Shirogane” he growled before he stormed out of the room after his sister, making Shiro smirk.  Playing with the Holts was so much fun.

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A little while later, Matt and Pidge walked back into Shiro’s office.

            “Takahashi…” Matt started.  The archdemon looked up from his reports.

            “What’s up, Matt?” he asked.  Pidge cleared her throat.

            “So, you know how we have a ten-year-old with pleural effusion and conduction abnormality, but no heart failure?” she asked.  Shiro nodded.

            “Yeah?  What’s wrong?  Was there protein in the pleural fluid?” he asked.  Pidge nodded.

            “Yeah...that's why we're thinking cancer.  Non-Hodgkin's probably” she replied.  Shiro hummed.

            “Which is why I ordered the lung biopsy” he stated.  Matt crossed his arms.

            “Lung biopsies usually come back negative, so biopsy a lymph node under the arm” he ordered, looking at his sister.  Pidge frowned.

            “I thought you were a pathologist, how do you know about biopsies?” she asked.  Matt smirked.

            “I do biopsies as well, you know.  But mainly I’ve been hanging out with Takahashi too much, so I’ve picked up on a few things” he replied.

            “That's probably something an oncologist should do, right?” Pidge asked, looking at Shiro, who smiled softly.

            “There's nothing real tricky to it.  It's a biopsy” he replied.  Pidge shook her head.

            “Still, just to be safe.  You mind?” she asked.  Shiro shook his head.

            “Nah, I don’t mind” he replied as he stood from his desk and followed the two into the emergency room.

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

In the emergency room, Liam was screaming and thrashing as Shiro tried to place the mask containing anesthesia over his face. 

            “Come on buddy” Shiro grumbled as Victor and Harry held Liam down.  Matt and Pidge were standing nearby when suddenly Lance and Keith opened the door and walked in.

            “Alright, where’s the fire?” Lance demanded as he and Keith walked over to the bed.  He then looked at Shiro.

            “Why don't you show him a teddy bear or something?” he asked mockingly.  Shiro and Matt glared at him while Harry gave him an evil side-eye.

            “Who are you?” he demanded.  Keith sighed.

            “I’m Dr. Lance McClain, and this is Dr. Keith Kogane, your son’s doctors along with Dr. Takahashi Shirogane, Dr. Matthew Holt, Dr. Holt’s sister Dr. Pidge Gunderson, Dr. Tsuyoshi “Hunk” Garett, and Dr. Coran Smythe” he answered before he looked over at Shiro and grabbed the mask from him.

            “High test, please” he ordered.  Larmina Babicheva, the nurse assisting with the biopsy, nodded and turned up the dial on the anesthesia.  Lance then looked down at Liam.

            “Hey, hey, hey, hey!” he shouted into the little boy’s face, trying to grab his attention.  When Liam was sort of looking at him, Lance placed the mask over his face and took a deep breath in.  All the doctor’s eyes widened.

            “What are you doing?” Victor demanded.  Lance pulled the mask away and breathed out.

            “Eating the red berries” he replied before he placed the mask back over his mouth and took another deep breath in.  He then removed the mask and placed it over Liam’s mouth, who in turn took a deep breath.  Lance repeated the process of placing the mask over his mouth, taking a breath, removing the mask, placing it over Liam’s mouth and having him take a breath a few more times before Liam’s eyes finally shut.  Lance then placed the mask down while Harry and Victor looked at him in awe.

            “He trusted you” Victor whispered.  Lance shook his head, feeling a little out of sorts.

            “No, that wasn't trust.  That was self-preservation” he replied.  Harry shook his head.

            “No, that was huge.  It was like a conversation” he argued.  Lance shook his head.

            “A monkey's afraid to eat the red berries until he sees another monkey eat 'em.  Monkey see, monkey do.  That's all it was.  Your kid's still just as messed up as when we admitted him” he declared as he tried to stand to his feet, only to stumble into Keith’s arms.  Keith then shook his head and led the witch out of the room while the other doctors and Liam’s parents looked on.

                                     

~*~*~*~*~

 

Down in Matt’s lab, Matt was working on some slides while Lance sat watching and Shiro was assisting.

            “That was sensitive” Matt declared.  Lance smiled loopishly.

            “You have pretty hair” he replied, smiling at Keith who was leaning against the lab wall.  Keith just rolled his eyes in reply.

            “Hope is all those parents have going for them” Shiro stated as he handed Matt another glass slide.  Lance shook his head, clearing the anesthesia from it.

            “No, hope is what's making them miserable.  What they should do is get a cocker spaniel.  A dog would look them in the eye, wag his tail when he's happy, lick their face, show them love” he ranted.

            “Is it so wrong for them to want to have a normal child?  It's normal to want to be normal” Keith snapped from the wall.  Lance looked over at him and smirked.

            “Spoken like a true Circle King.  See, skinny, socially-privileged white people get to draw this neat little circle.  Everyone inside the circle is normal.  Everyone outside the circle should be beaten, broken and reset, so they can be brought into the circle.  Failing that, they should be institutionalized, or worse, pitied” the fallen angel declared.  Shiro raised an eyebrow.

            “So, it's wrong to feel sorry for this little boy?” he asked as he handed another slide to Matt, who placed it underneath a microscope. 

            “Why would you feel sorry for someone who gets to opt out of the inane courteous formalities, which are utterly meaningless, insincere, and therefore, degrading? This kid doesn't have to pretend to be interested in your back pain, or your excretions, or your grandma's itchy place.  Can you imagine how liberating it would be to live a life free of all the mind-numbing social niceties? I don't pity this kid.  I envy him” Lance muttered.  Matt, Shiro, and Keith rolled their eyes.

            “Lance, shut up, please” Matt ordered as he looked into the microscope and adjusted the lenses so that he could see clearly.  Lance smirked.

            “Of course, Matt.  Whatever you say” he replied.  After a few moments of silence, Matt looked up from the microscope, a puzzled look on his face.

            “Um…no cancer because these aren't lymph cells” he stated.  Shiro, Lance, and Keith frowned.

            “Then what are they?” Keith demanded.  Shiro pushed Matt out of the way and looked into his microscope.  When he looked up, he frowned.

            “Liver cells” he replied.  Lance frowned as well and walked over to Matt’s computer, clicking a few keys, making a screen pop up. 

            “Wow, liver cells under his arm.  Wonder what he's got where his liver's supposed to be?” he muttered.