You will feel better soon

The white-haired patient stared blankly at the male doctor, whose dark hair was meticulously combed and his white coat was perfectly ironed. His left arm was still wrapped around his boyfriend, keeping him in place as he silently watched what was happening.

Natsuo let out a wild laugh, breaking the awkward silence that had enveloped the room.

"I thought you had forgotten about me!"

Jiro's eyes widened as he read the nameplate attached to the doctor's clothing. Natsuo wiggled out of his mate's grasp and approached the surgeon, grin shining across his face.

"So, what is the deal this time, father? Did you get me a new belt because I messed up?" he asked with a cheeky smile.

Isao stepped forward, his gaze grave and thick brows drawn together. He stood between the surgeon and the youth, his large frame blocking them from having any sort of physical contact.

"Were there any other doctors available?" the crime detective asked, her lips twisted in disapproval.