I've seen a few fics using the idea of Ciel being in hospital and Sebby being his doctor so I thought I'd jump on the bandwagon and write one too :-D I'll post the titles of my favourite ones with the next chapter.

This story talks about violence more than my others but if you're in this fandom, I'm assuming you're okay with that.

You should be expecting shameless fluff if you've read my other stories and fear not, fluff is exactly what you shall get. There's a bit of a plot to this one. I had some more complex ideas to do with Ciel not remembering who he is and stuff like that but I decided to not go with that idea (although I may use it in something else, who knows?) and so this story is pretty much just about Ciel learning to trust people again after his experience and his doctor Sebastian helps with that ;)

In this fic, Sebastian isn't a demon and Ciel didn't make a contract with him.

I can't remember if it was Ciel's 9th or 10th birthday that he got kidnapped (terrible of me, I know) so I've written that he's 9.

In this chapter it may seem like there can't be anything left to write since Ciel seems to immediately bond with Sebastian but trust me, there'll more to it.

I don't own Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji or any characters mentioned in this story.

Dr Sebastian Michaelis yawned and stretched; checking his schedule, he remembered that one more patient was due to be admitted today, then he could rest. He had to be on the premises day and night during the week, but he worked from home at weekends.

He picked up the file he had been given on the new patient and skimmed through it.

Name: Ciel Phantomhive

Age: 9

Ciel was found, along with several other children, captured and being violently tortured by a mysterious cult. Police believe they have all been arrested and all the children are alive and have been sent to hospitals close to their homes.

Ciel is suffering from temporary blindness and various other injuries, including severe loss of use of his legs.

Sebastian felt sick as he read the information. It was horrifying to think that anyone would torture children in that way; being a doctor, he was used to seeing severe injuries, but he wasn't used to anything this bad happening to a nine year old.

A knock on his door snapped him out of his dark thoughts and his trusted friend, Dr Cornwallis, entered the room.

"Ah, good evening, Robert," said Sebastian.

Dr Cornwallis looked grave. "Your new patient has arrived, Sebastian."

Sebastian rose to go and see him, but Dr Cornwallis ushered him to sit back down. "Before you go, I just want to warn you that he's a bit…difficult."

Sebastian's worry for the child increased. "Difficult? How?"

"He's extremely traumatised, obviously. He won't speak to any of us and he's just frankly terrified of everything."

Anger and pity rose within Sebastian. "I'll see him," he said, getting to his feet.

"Ciel?" said Sebastian calmly, knocking gently on the door.

No one answered, so the doctor open the door and entered the room.

A small, thin child was lying on his side on the bed. He had fluffy dark blue hair and skin as white as snow; he also had a thick bandage wrapped around his head, covering his eyes. Both of his legs were also wrapped in bandages. He was wearing a white hospital gown.

Sebastian slowly approached the child; he looked so tiny and innocent that it was impossible to imagine anyone harming him.

The boy was breathing deeply; whether he was asleep or not was impossible to tell. He clearly couldn't see a thing.

"Ciel," said Sebastian gently.

The boy sat bolt upright.

Sebastian reached out and hesitantly patted Ciel's back. Ciel whimpered and stiffened before flinching away.

"Ciel, you aren't in any danger," reassured Sebastian. "You are far, far away from the people who hurt you and they are locked up. You're in a hospital and I'm a doctor and I'm going to look after you. You'll be okay."

Ciel relaxed slightly and held out his hand. Sebastian was unsure of what the child wanted.

He realised when Ciel didn't waver, moving his hand around as if trying to work out where Sebastian was. The doctor took his small hand in his and just sat there holding it, occasionally giving it a gentle squeeze to assure Ciel that he was still there.

After a few minutes, Ciel opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. Sebastian frowned.

"Can you speak?" he urged.

Ciel nodded slowly. "I don't like not seeing…"

"I know, I know," murmured Sebastian comfortingly. "Your eyes will recover eventually, Ciel."

"How long will it take?" whispered Ciel.

"Maybe a few months," whispered back Sebastian.

"Do I have to stay here?"

"For a while, yes."

"My legs feel funny."

"Do they hurt?"

"Not really."

"Can you walk on them?"

"I don't know…"

"Can you try for me?"

Ciel slid slowly off the bed and stood on his two shaking legs. He took one step forward but crumbled immediately and almost fell to the ground if it wasn't for Sebastian grabbing him and lifting him back onto the bed.

"You may not be able to walk for a little while, but there is no permanent damage to your body," said Sebastian. "Now, it's getting late and you should be going to sleep."

Ciel nodded sadly. "At home I had a teddy….and pyjamas."

"I'll see what I can get you at the weekend," promised Sebastian. "Here, let me tuck you in."

He gently swept Ciel off the bed and held him in one arm while he pulled the sheets back. He then placed the child in the bed and tucked the blankets in around him.

"Are you comfortable?" asked Sebastian.

Ciel nodded.

"I'll be in the building all night and so will several other doctors and nurses, so you can call for help if you need it," said Sebastian. "I just realised I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Dr Michaelis."

"Thank you Dr Mac…Dr Mical…"

Sebastian chuckled at Ciel's adorable attempts to say his name. "Just call me Sebastian," he said. "I'm leaving the room now and the light will go off, all right?"

"Doesn't matter, I can't see it anyway," mumbled Ciel.

"Goodnight," said Sebastian, not hearing what the boy said since he was standing by the door.

"Goodnight," said Ciel tiredly, laying his head on the pillow and closing his sightless eyes behind his bandages.