Oneshots (Garrance Mostly) :)

Lollypop

    Jude smiled to the young boy as he limped by her desk at the front of the office. He gave her a small, toothy grin despite his injury on his right leg and the cut across his forehead.

     "Hi, Miss Judie!" He giggled as the doctor tried to pull him along to the back room, but he just tugged back, gripping onto the desk with his tiny hands.

     She laughed quietly as to not disturb others' peace and quite. "Hello there, Mr.Ro'Meave. How are you this fine evenin'?"

     He snickered and his grin grew wider. "That's my Daddy's name! I'm Garroth!" He swung his arm to the direction of his two parents, who were watching the scene from a far with amused smiles across their faces.

     "Well, Garroth. Why don't you follow Dr.Beak to the back room so he can check up on that leg, hmm?" She propped up on her hand and leaned over the desk, gesturing to his right leg, which he was currently lifting off the ground to keep weight off of it.

     Garroth pouted and stuck his lip out, crossing his arms over his chest. "But it's fine! I'm all better! No doctor needed!"

     She grinned and leaned in closer, glancing around as if she was going to share a secret with him. "I'll give you your favorite flavor lollypop if you let him check on you."

     His eyes glimmered with excitement and he nodded enthusiastically, skipping to the back room and dragging Mr.Beak back with him. "Bye, Miss Judie!"

     She waved to him sweetly. "See you, Garr-"

     Her voice was cut off with a violent cough and she quickly covered it with a dark blue cloth rag. She pulled it away and grimaced slightly at the sight of fresh blood on it, setting it down under the desk. She sent a quick smile across the room just in case someone was watching her to reassure them that everything was fine, and looked down the hallway to see a confused Garroth staring at her as he continued his walk around the corner.

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     "So, Garroth. You worried about your results?"

     The boy pushed blonde hair out of his deep ocean blue eyes, swinging his feet back and forth. "Nope."

     Dr.Beak sat down in his chair, placing his clipboard on the counter space beside him. "Why would that be, little buddy?"

     Garroth grinned as he laid back on the hospital bed. "I visit here a lot. Mrs.Judie always assures me it'll be nothing. So I'm not worried. Mrs.Judie told me I'm a strong boy." He looked to the doctor, cocking his head to the side. "Do you think I'm strong?"

     "Of course," Dr. Beak told him. "I haven't seen any other boy in my office more than you have." He chuckled as he pulled his clipboard back into his hands. "I'll be right back with the results and your parents, alright, Garroth?"

     Garroth nodded, knowing the routine down to a "t" and fiddling his thumbs. The doctor shook his hair and opened the door, walking out.

     "Get her to the back, quick! She-" the woman was cut off when the door shut, but Garroth didn't worry much about it. He heard yelling all the time. 'Never knew what it was about. He just heard a lot of it.

     He inspected his own sore leg, lifting it up on the plastic-covered bed. There was a large bruise forming around his ankle, showing he had actually damaged something.

     It wasn't like he was doing anything dangerous. His father had said it was a beautiful day outside, so the young boy decided to throw on old, tattered clothing and go outside in the backyard. He had taken his baseball starters kit out there, the one he got for his third birthday, and played with it for what felt like hours. He had gotten pretty good at his starter kit, and he was now dominating it only two years later. He had a pretty strong arm with his whiffleball bat at his age, and one swing sent it flying into a tree.