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Toddler Who: That's So Doctor(ish)

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  Mr. Williams wasn't ready to say that he was in heaven, but it was close to it. He and his wife Amelia had three kids, all of them girls and two of them (as far as the youngest one was a baby) always getting their own way despite anything, so he couldn't boast that his children were the most obedient in the world (though for someone it's synonymous to 'the best in the world'). And now there was a kid interested in his profession, moreover, eager to learn something about it. It happened so that Mr. Williams had to babysit him for a while, and this came out without a warning, going on constantly.
  "Look, Billy. What color is blood?"
  "Red, of course." Billy, one of the preschool group mates of Mr. Williams' middle daughter Mels, blinked at him.
  "I didn't mean that. What is its shade when you cut your finger, for instance?"
  "Emmm... like a red apple," Billy suggested.
  "There is a difference when it's about serious harm. And severe wounds should be treated differently, otherwise it's going to make it worse."
  "Tell me, please," Billy asked, his dark brown eyes fixed on the anatomy encyclopedia on the shelf just above Mr. Williams' head. "I really-really wanna know. I'm not scared, tell me."
  Teens always don't give a damn about first aid lessons, Mr. Williams thought and took the required book from the shelf (Billy was bouncing with impatience).

  "All right! Is everybody here?"
  The teacher of possibly the most troublesome group in the town examined her charges, counting them and prepared to figure out who was missing. The group had spent time in the town's garden, exploring the nature's wonders, and their leader was secretly glad that none of the kids had left any disorder or rubbish behind - it all stayed the same way as before. But the group was all wrong way. Two of the kids were missing, for sure...
  "Where are Patrick and Billy?" The two stepbrothers - enthusiastic Matt and 'wooden' Peter (it wasn't easy to get into his trust zone) - were the first to figure out who was away. Matt and Patrick were 'bowtie buddies' (Matt helped Patrick, who wasn't as active as him, to get along with the rest, while Patrick showed him lots of things he could make out of stuff in his pockets), and Peter was a good friend of Billy's (both were kind of reserved and didn't like hanging out too much).
  "I haven't seen 'em since we came." Colin, the bossy-boots of the group, was the first who decided to keep the blame away from himself. John Simm, aka 'Simmy', the group's mischief maker, crossed his arms and stuck his nose up - 'no way'.
  But the lost ones were quickly found. Billy and Patrick half-walked, half-fell from behind the closest rose bush - the latter one almost hung on the first one. That was a pitiful sight: Patrick seemingly couldn't use his left leg - it was dangling over the ground, covered in dirt and scratches - so he was leaning on Billy, stepping with his healthy leg, and on Billy's favourite stick too (he almost always carried a crooked stick around, mainly to hit those who didn't listen), holding it in his free hand.
  Upon a closer look it appeared that Patrick's ankle was bandaged with a blue polka-dotted ribbon (which apparently used to be his bowtie) with something soft pushed underneath in the place where his foot met his leg.
  "Patrick was sleighing down from a huge sandhill," Billy explained after they returned to preschool and Patrick was brought to the sick bay. "After some times he did it, he landed in such a way that his leg was stuck between two stones in the ground. I helped him to get out, but he was bleeding very much, so I tried to help him."
  "How did you know what to do?" Petey, the smallest and the meekest of the group, wondered.
  "Mr. Williams taught me," Billy replied. "The blood was cherry red, so it was serious. I used Patrick's bowtie as a bandage and a bit of cotton wool to stop the bleeding."
  "Where did you get the cotton wool?" Peter asked.
  Billy hesitated.
  "David, remember, you gave your ragdoll Rosie to Patrick?.. Had to take some from its inside."

  "I am still right," Billy grumbled, sitting on a 'punishment chair' in the corner. It was the first time he got punished, and the very unfair time as well. Most of the sensible kids - including Matt, Peter, Sylvester, Paul and the rest - had objected against this, but the above-standing adult (not their teacher, thank goodness) had insisted on giving Billy a punishment 'because children should not interfere in adult deals, they only can spoil everything'. "I wonder when they learned all that if they were forbidden like this?.."
  However, there was an adult who finished the punishment. It was Patrick's sitter Jamie. To be honest, Billy always suppressed snickering at his sight, because due to some of his odd old-fashioned habits Jamie almost always walked around in a kilt. But this time it was not about laughing.
  "Isn't it time for you to go home, Billy?" Jamie asked. "I talked to your teacher, she allowed me to take you home."
  "Aren't you angry at me?" Billy marvelled. "Everyone is."
  "I've seen badly performed first aid. Yours was not. Stand up and I'll drive you home." Jamie frowned. "But if you prefer sitting here all day..."
  "Not all," Billy replied, standing up and following him. "Next time I'm not going to help anybody."
  "You are," Jamie nodded, smiling to himself. He knew this kind of kids - grumpy on the outside and with biggest heart inside.
Based on :iconartdirector123: 's Toddler Who AU.
Billy (One) is very interested in the theme that usually scares kids away. And one day it comes in handy.
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517NewCreation's avatar
This is adorable!! :aww:  Will you do more with them?

Poor One... :(