FAKE Double Drabble: Intrusive Questions
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badly_knittedTitle: Intrusive Questions
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee takes issue with being expected to disclose certain facts about himself.
Written Using: The prompt ‘Disclose’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
“This is what’s wrong with this country. One of the things anyway,” Dee grumbled, filling in the forms at the ER. He hated paperwork at the best of times, but when he was already injured and seeking treatment, bureaucracy was most definitely the added insult.
Ryo offered his partner a sympathetic smile. “I’ll fill it in for you, if you’d like. Just this once though, I’m not offering to take over your work paperwork again.” He’d done more than enough of that back when they’d first started working together.
“Thanks for the offer, but it’s not the paperwork so much as the questions they want answered. I mean yeah, some of ‘em are necessary; name, address, phone number, next of kin, medical insurance, all of that, but they want ethnicity, which even I don’t know, religion, which they don’t need to know unless I’m dyin’ and might want last rites, but why does every piece of bureaucratic paperwork expect people to disclose their sexuality, when for a lot of people, that’s like signin’ up to be given bad treatment or denied it altogether? Anythin’ that personal should be considered private. Nobody should haveta out themselves if they don’t want to.”
The End
Ryo offered his partner a sympathetic smile. “I’ll fill it in for you, if you’d like. Just this once though, I’m not offering to take over your work paperwork again.” He’d done more than enough of that back when they’d first started working together.
“Thanks for the offer, but it’s not the paperwork so much as the questions they want answered. I mean yeah, some of ‘em are necessary; name, address, phone number, next of kin, medical insurance, all of that, but they want ethnicity, which even I don’t know, religion, which they don’t need to know unless I’m dyin’ and might want last rites, but why does every piece of bureaucratic paperwork expect people to disclose their sexuality, when for a lot of people, that’s like signin’ up to be given bad treatment or denied it altogether? Anythin’ that personal should be considered private. Nobody should haveta out themselves if they don’t want to.”
The End
