The Doctor is always in

I am at a loss. I can't find my copy of episode 9 from the first series and I don't want to screw up any facts. Jeez, what a pain. If I contradict anything important, please tell me so I can fix. Thank you.

2 – Recovering

Duero looked at the sleeping boy on the hospital bed. His temperature had spiked but was now dropping and the doctor could do a more detailed examination of him. He peeled away the covers exposing the naked form below and began his work.
The glands of the neck were swollen and his breathing was labored. Hibiki’s forehead was beaded with sweat and his skin was clammy to the touch. His legs quivered with chills and his chest rose and fell as he took in labored breaths.
Duero was about to pull the covers back and leave him to sleep when he noted the birthing of an erection and heard the soft moaning of a name in the boys sleep.
He leaned closer and inadvertently touched the soft skin of Hibiki’s thigh as he listened to the soft utterance once more.
“Duero-san, mmmm.” So low he would never have recognized his own name if he weren’t there, with his ear hovering over the boys lips, soft breaths ghosting over his cheek.
Duero quickly covered the ill third-class citizen and rushed from the room.
The desk that the women allowed him, with access to medical files, was clean and clutter-free. He sat at it and a memory came to him.
Third-class citizens had been part of a study done by the medical community. Not so much a study as an experiment and he quickly began searching for the data.

Hibiki rolled over and nearly to the edge of the table. His body was healing but his mind was lost in his dreams.
He continued to have ‘The Dream’.
It always started the same. The men who had treated him so badly back in the factory. The things they had done to him. He was always hurting when they left him alone.
Those memories haunted him and he could feel the tears well up in his eyes once more.
But in the revised dream hands came to hold him gently, soothe away the bruises and cuts. These hands didn’t pull or poke at him. No, these hands eased the pain and burning in him, cooled the fire that the others had caused that kept him from standing. The pain was gone that made him limp for days afterwards.
The hands of the healer. The amazing hands of Duero Macfile.
Hibiki moaned again as the hands reached down to gently caress his sore backside and ease along his crack, soothing and tempting him at the same time.
The name slid from his lips and he loved the sound of it as it reached his ears.
And the voice of the man called back, making him feel loved in return. “Tokai-kun. Are you feeling better?” he rolled back and right off the edge of the table. “Hibiki-san?”
Hibiki looked up at his savior who stared at him oddly from where he landed on the floor, barely wrapped in the sheet.
“Ah, Duero-san. I had a fall.” He said, foolishly. His face flushed red from the horror of his own stupidity. He would now die from embarrassment in front of his secret crush.
“Not surprising. You are still sick, you know. Let me help you back onto the bed.” Duero said, easing his hands under the boy’s legs and back and hoisting him off the floor.
Hibiki looked down at his erection and his face went even darker. He looked up at the man, who was not paying any attention to his two conditions, but was instead arranging him on the table and pulling his sheet free to cover him once more.
This however left him completely exposed for a brief time and his sheet stayed tented over him when it was draped back.
Duero did not mention the obvious bulge and Hibiki was not naïve enough to think he hadn’t noticed it. But, when the taller man leaned down and tucked the cover over him and into his chin, there was the slightest hint of a smile on his lips and Hibiki was mortified.
“I want you to sleep. You need to let your system heal completely. I am just in the next room doing some research, but if you need me, call. I will come for you quickly.” He said, not realizing what a leading statement that was, and how it made Hibiki want to say, “Not too quickly, I hope.”
But the boy remained silent.
Duero stepped away from the bed and turned at the door.
His eyes scanned the boy and barely rested on the rise of the sheet.
His curiosity wasn’t the only thing that was aroused as he looked at the cute blush that seemed to taint the sheets where they covered the boy’s neck.
This Hibiki Tokai was more than he seemed.
Duero returned to his information and read everything he could find on the research and experimenting done on third class citizens, marked with a small tattoo, Q9 - the mark of one of the fertilization vats. The number of the part of the factory that the Grandpa’s had set aside for the production of certain babies.
This Hibiki had such a tattoo. It was hidden under his arm on his left side and Duero had not given it much thought until his research brought him to this part of the data.
Could he be a product of such research?
The data said that all of the subjects tended to be smaller in stature, have wavering squeaky voices, and amazingly prolific hair growth on their heads, but not as much on the other parts of their bodies.
Hibiki had very long hair, but that proved nothing. Duero himself let his hair grow long. But, unlike Duero, Hibiki had little or no body hair other than around his testis.
Duero had always attributed it to age and assumed the boy was very young. He was reviewing that hypothesis by the fact that the boy was at least sexually mature, attested to by the impressive erection he had just witnessed.
What was a vague hardening when he left had become full-blown arousal with the addition of pre-cum, even.
“Hibiki?” he called out through the open doorway.
“Yes?” was the return.
“I am terribly lacking in information. How old are you, anyway?” he asked not rising from his chair.
“I turned sixteen on my last full turn.” Hibiki answered.
“Ahh, I see. Where did you say you grew up, I mean what factory were you from?” Duero added.
“I don’t really remember. Grandpa just told me I was a special child and I figured he meant that because he was so old when he got me.”
“Hmmm, I see.” Duero continued.
“Why do you ask?” Hibiki queried.
“Because you don’t seem that old, and I wondered if you were from a factory that made smaller citizens. It isn’t important, other than it may affect your healing. I think you will be fine. Now, sleep.” He ordered not wanting to give away any more.
He could have asked for his personal file, but it wasn’t really needed to treat him, and those things tended to be personal to some people.