The Doctor, The Pain and The Audacity of Shane

18

All the trouble surrounding the clinic had slowly calmed down and came to rest. Emily and Gus had left earlier so Harvey could concentrate fully on his patient, Shane, who wasn't only physically wounded but seemed mentally absent as well, staring distantly into the air.
He figured the man had suffered from a severely traumatic hit towards the head. His hair was soaked in blood and so was his shirt. After closer examination he found the cause, too; And he wouldn't believe any of this happened due to the impact from a possible fall. These were wounds inflicted through hands, bare hands and weapons, something easily handled but heavy. Harvey immediately administered painkillers to Shane, cleaned the wounds and treated them. None of them talked during the whole procedure, there was a heavy silence. Both of them knew Shane lied and both of them seemed unwilling to question this any further. The eyes of Shane seemed empty, Harvey wouldn't wonder if his head was too. Whatever happened, it hurt more than just Shane's exterior, internally he seemed scarred too, more than the night before but the doctor knew he wouldn't get any honest answer now. He had to be patient and let Shane get some rest - this time in a hospital bed.

So meanwhile Harvey was sitting at his desk in the doctors office, staring down at some paper, deep in thoughts, lost in thoughts. He couldn't get his mind off Shane, what might have happened, who was able to remorselessly beat someone up in that extent and what their reasons must have been. What terrible thing could Shane possibly have done to deserve such a harsh punishment?
Yes, Shane was drunk half of the time, getting into fights for no reason and unnecessarily rude to strangers but none of this could be a motive. And no one he knew was capable of dealing this damage, neither mentally nor bodily. It must have been someone from another town, highly probable. And the only place he knew where people from far away, passing through the valley, came to make a stop was...-

Suddenly the door flew open. With a loud bang it hit the wall and between the frames was standing a pale, slender figure dressed in black. Harvey looked up in surprise - Usually people didn't come into his office unannounced and if they did, they knocked and excused for the disturbance. Not in this case.

"Sebastian," Harvey said, mildly questioning as the boy was walking seemingly confident, rather desperate, towards his desk. "Is there anything I can do for you..?"
Confusion was chiming in his voice. The boy looked distressed, heavily distressed. Honestly, he rushed in like a madman and the way he was gazing through his glassy eyes right now really only added to this impression.
What was going on today?

"Doctor," Sebastian rasped, his eyes everywhere and nowhere at the same time, palms firmly pressed against the tabletop, the hard surface shaking beneath his hands. Or was it his hands which were shaking? He couldn't tell - while Harvey now  certainly knew he couldn't. "Doctor I need-"
He gasped under his breath, his heavy breath, his nails digged into the wooden surface nervously.
Harvey furrowed his brow, standing up to be at the same level as the intruder. There definitely was something wrong with Sebastian. And it didn't seem to be the coffee.
"Calm down, Sebastian, stay calm. What do you need? Speak clearly, there is no need to be nervous"
"Fuck- Goddamn, you don't understand, I need the fucking meds"
Harvey now was entirely confused,
"Medicaments? What medicaments? Sebastian, what do you mean- What are you even doing?"
But Sebastian already was stripping off his pullover, exposing his pale torso. Harvey was staring in disbelief as Sebastian was grabbing the doctors tie, pulling him forward, over the tabletop. He himself was leaning forward as well, his lips touching the man's ear sensually. Breathing onto it heatedly he whispered: "I need these meds, Harvey. I need them, even if it means selling my body."
He let his hand travel up to Harvey's neck, his fingers resting on the skin above his larynx. Distinctly he was adding, his voice slightly assumed, just a whisper: "Very, very cheap."