My Dirty Little Secret

|Secret Four: Dr. Diedrich|

"Excuse me? Vincent?" A tall male walked into the seemingly abandoned manor. This was the doctor Madame Red had called for Vincent, but he was having a hard time finding the patient. Was this the right address? He had already checked the paper about a thousand times just to make sure. He felt guilty for opening the door and entering without knocking first, was this really the place? Who could live in such a pile of ruins?!

"Ciel? Is that you?" a weary voice opened a door to the right of the man. Having not expected anyone to actually be in the house, the man stared in shock. The doctor knew he had seen this person before, somewhere, but he couldn't quite recall why he felt so familiar. But that was irrelevant, this doctor was only here to tend to his patient.

"Who're you?" the 'patient' squinted, he had a beauty-mark under his left eye, and strangely blue hair. The stranger was panting and covered in sweat, was it a fever? He isthe sick one then...

"I'm the doctor. My name is Diedrich. Angelina called me," he said walking towards the blue-haired fellow. He placed his bag on the floor and touched the male's forehead. He was burning up! Far above what should be expected of a fever!

"I don't need a doctor," Vincent huffed angrily, "I can't afford one," he said.

"My services are free of charge," he lied. He was sending the bill to Madame Red afterwards. But to Vincent, it was free. Diedrich somehow felt it would be best if he didn't say that though, something about this sick man gave him that feeling. If he had told him that someone else would pay, Vincent would surely refuse treatment and try to find some money.

"Doctors don't just tend to people for free," Vincent frowned. He pushed aside Diedrich's hand weakly. "I don't need a doctor. I can handle myself just fine. Thank you for your concern."

The doctor didn't take this answer seriously, considering just a moment after saying it, Vincent almost fell to the ground. If Diedrich didn't catch him, he might have had a worse fate than just a sickness. Vincent looked up at the doctor's face with his hazed eyes and the two stared at each other for quite some time, not exactly sure about what to do. On the one hand, Diedrich was checking Vincent out accidentally, and on the other hand, Vincent was dying from the fever and had no idea how seductive he was being with his subtle panting and red cheeks. He was rather attractive for no good reason.

"You're quite handsome doctor, maybe I'll let you take care of me after all," Vincent laughed. If this man wasn't going to leave without doing his job, he might as well let him do what he came here for. Besides, after such an intimate staring contest, how could Vincent refuse? At least the doctor wasn't ugly. Iykwim.

Diedrich picked up Vincent and carried him back to the pile of blankets on the floor. Was this really where he slept? Didn't they have a bed for him? It is no wonder he is in such a poor condition!

"You sleep here? In such a big house alone?" he asked.

"Ha! You jest!" Vincent chuckled. "No, I have my son, he sleeps with me sometimes...mostly in the winter...we don't have heating you know, that costs too much..." Vincent muttered. He couldn't speak very well so his sentences took a while to say. He couldn't manage to keep himself awake for much longer, his eyelids felt so heavy. Vincent hadn't gotten a wink of sleep all day, he couldn't fall asleep by himself...it hurt too much, but with this doctor here, he sort of felt safe, comfortable even, and his eyelids closed all on their own. With the patient no longer responsive, Diedrich breathed a sigh of relief. He could do his job and leave without a problem now.

Diedrich placed his hand on Vincent's face again, checking to see how hot he was, (but of course, no number could measure how incredibly hot Ciel's father is, if you know what I'm saying) the fever felt about the same. The doctor grabbed a thermometer out of his bag to see what the actual temperature was and it surprised him. It was lower than he thought...

"He has lost a lot of fluid and is probably dehydrated. He needs a lot of water if he wants any hope of getting better, and for God's sake! I can't stand the sight of those sweaty clothes!" he talked to himself while planning out what to do. Diedrich wrote out a list of things for, well, whoever was taking care of this man.

When he was just about ready to leave, he turned back and decided to do one more thing before going. He really had to change those clothes. They were driving him mad. And so, he searched for something else for his patient to wear. After only finding a shirt, he felt that was at least better than nothing, and began to strip the unresponsive-male. Diedrich was shocked at how smooth Vincent's skin was. Is it really okay for a man to have such a nice looking body? No, no it really isn't. This isn't right. Not at all. This is a crime. Vincent should go to jail for being so attractive, especially for maintaining those good looks even whilst sick.

Vincent shivered at the exposure, snapping the perverted doctor back to his senses. He picked Vincent up and removed his sweaty shirt. He had only just gotten the sleeves of the clean one on his arms when the door opened and a small boy stood there, staring, shocked, at the sight before him. The boy looked like a younger version of this sick man here, it must be the son he was talking about before.

"What the hell do you think you're doing to my father?!" he yelled before throwing a nearby book at Diedrich. The doctor got hit right in the face and yelped in pain. He was not expecting that...

The book fell to the floor and blood escaped from the nostrils of the attacked doctor. He grabbed some tissues from his bag and held them to his nose.

"I suppose you are this man's son? I'm the doctor sent by Angelina..." he explained. Realization flooded the boy's face. He instantly regretted what he did, but that answer didn't explain why this man was stripping his father.

"Ciel?" Vincent's eyes opened, he had finally managed to reach planet earth again. The man was so delirious from his fever it was hard to stay in the human realm.

"Ciel? Are you Ciel?" Diedrich asked the boy confused.

The boy nodded, "I am Ciel Phantomhive, and that is Vincent Phantomhive," it was Diedrich's turn for realization to strike. He now understood why the name was so familiar, it was the name of that company...

The one the doctor's wife had destroyed.

Feeling guilty about that, he decided perhaps this would be a free visit, and the following ones would be free too. These two males had gone through enough already because of him, this was the least he could do as a form of atonement. The doctor fumbled with the wedding ring in his pocket, he almost never wore it, because it felt weird beneath the plastic gloves he wore nearly every day. He silently thanked the gloves for that, for often times he wouldn't know what to do if someone asked who his wife was.

Diedrich handed the paper with the directions to the boy, "Follow these instructions, I'll be back in a few days to check up on him."

Ciel took it cautiously and nodded. There was something about this doctor that he didn't quite like, he had this feeling that there was something he was hiding, something that Ciel needed to know.

The doctor left the abandoned manor and got into his car, he took the ring out of his pocket and placed it on his finger once again. Staring at it for a while before deciding to leave it there, the doctor started the car and headed home. He wouldn't send the check to Angelina after all. He had decided, officially, not to. He also wouldn't tell Rachel about these visits he was planning to make either. She had made him swear never to try and find her ex-husband or her child. He had promised never to make contact with them.

But fate had another opinion.