𝙒𝙄𝙇𝘿║𝙁. 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙨

CHAPTER SIX: DOCTOR'S VISIT

Feliks and Five waited in the lobby of the orthotics and prosthetics clinic, Meritech. The walls were white with most sides of the room being ceiling-to-floor glass windows. The room overall had a sanitized, modern tone. Feliks didn't have to touch the counters or the furniture to know that they were as cold as the great winters of Russia.

He didn't like doctors, surgeons, nurses, or anything remotely medical in the slightest. The only way one could get him on an examination table is if they killed him first. Even then Five would probably burn his body first as they agreed. And at that point, it would be irrelevant.

He continued his scan of the room, picking out potential weapons should someone attempt to come at him with a stethoscope or worse- an offer of insurance for half the price and double the paperwork. He spotted a life-like mannequin of a person, adult-sized. It was plain and had no features other than slight sculpting around the biceps and legs. It displayed arm and leg prosthetics that gleamed a tasteful and muted silver. Despite how unsettling it looked, the stoic appearance made his heart ache as he remembered a special someone they had had to leave behind. She had the same deadpan exterior.

Five rolled the prosthetic eye between his fingers, it was almost a habit at this point. Feeling every inch of the smooth surface and the small bumps of the manufacturer's name and serial number printed onto it.

His other hand was resting in his pocket and he looked like a little businessman with how serious he was. Feliks couldn't help but snicker a little at that.

Five eyes snapped to him, narrowing. "What?" He asked suspiciously.

"Что?" Feliks blinked innocently.

"Don't give me that, I know that noise. You're thinking of something and it's not good."

"It is nothing, Lyubov."

"Bullshit."

"Such language!" Feliks gasped, clutching a hand to his chest.

"Spill it, Fe." Five demanded with a suspicious glare gracing his handsome, handsome features.

"Da? Or what?" Feliks challenged, smirking.

Five looked him up and down, stepped forward, and whispered something in his ear softly. Stepping back, he watched the other boy cough uncomfortably as his face grew redder, heavily contrasting against the blank, blanc room around them.

"Zamolchi." Feliks snapped and scowled at his partner's smug aura.

"You started it." Five retorted with an entirely self-satisfied smile pasted across his face.

"Hmph. Fine, I was just thinking about you look like a little CEO waiting for a business partner to show up." Feliks giggled, feeling tickled again. "Talking about fiscal policies and synergy."

Five rolled his eyes. "Really?" He drawled, crossing his arms. It only enhanced Feliks' vision of Five and he started laughing harder. He felt his Lyubov shove him playfully and he desperately tried to wipe the mirthful tears from his eyes. This was supposed to be a serious visit, he had to look and act the part. After clearing his throat to dissuade any more giggles, he successfully put on his practiced exterior just in time as a doctor walked in. However, he couldn't resist a small, barely noticeable shudder. Bozhe, he hated doctors.

The doctor looked confused as to why there were two schoolboys in the waiting room. "Uh, can I help you?" He asked.

Five stepped forward, switching to all-business mode. "I need to know who this belongs to." He said, holding up the revered glass eye.

"Where did you two get that?" The doctor asked with a raised eyebrow, glancing at Feliks, who was behind Five, and exuding an air of malice.

Five raised one back, unimpressed with being questioned like a kid by someone who was twenty years younger than him. "Why do you care?" He responded bluntly. Feliks poked his back lightly, they had to play up the baby-faced young men routine if they wanted to get anywhere. Even it was to a doctor.