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Chapter Seven
Bruce's Point of View
"On three," I told Dick who was currently getting ready to grab Jason's lower shins, while I would be lifting under his armpits so that Leslie and Alfred could slip a blanket under him, so that we may be able to get him up the stairs without spreading further infection to anybody else.
Jason was bleeding and any physical contact would only cause him further pain, this would help if he started struggling, though he was still mildly unconscious and should most definitely stay to out to of it enough to keep from putting up much of a fight, this would hopefully help him from slipping into further shock; it would help both him and me, and it would also help to block some physical contact, which would help him and everyone else involved.
"One. Two. Three," on three me and Dick lifted him up as gently as we could, but Jason still tried to make a noise of protest and barely managed to make physical resentment before he gave up on it, but remained stiff, even with all the meds we had pumping through him, he still remained mostly rigid, just not as badly as before.
After Leslie and Alfred had spread the thick white blanket underneath Jason, rather quickly, because we needed to be quick, we gently placed Jason down. Alfred then placed a cold wet rag onto Jason's face, from the top of his head stopping right above his nose, to help calm both the fever and Jason; while me and Dick managed to somewhat wrap Jason with the blanket. The blanket reached from above his head all the way past his feet.
Leslie was gathering the medical supplies, now with Alfred's help, before walking over and adjusting the breathing mask covering Jason's mouth and nose, Dick then grabbed the movable ventilator machine.
Leslie and Alfred waited a moment before I gently slipped my arms under Jason and gently pulled him close towards me, bridal-style. I tried to block out his contracting muscles of pain and protest, the choking and silent attempts for a sob, causing his body to shake, his upper body even more so. I tried to block out him trying suck in and huff out a breath only for it to get stuck in his still closing, fluid filled mouth, throat and nose.
Most of the fluid was getting sucked down the tube that was still logged inside his mouth, under the breathing mask. But some still managed to come up out of his mouth, hitting the inside of the breathing mask and spilling out around the tube placed under it.
I tried not to think about the stench of discharge, sweat and body fluids coming out of my son's body. I tried not to think of the wetness managing to get through the blanket of those very body fluids. Or of the intense heat radiating off of him; of how when we were only half way up the cave steps he started shaking slightly and trying to fight against my grip only to go rigid again due to the sheer exhaustion and pain he was in.
How his breathing was only getting worse; becoming hard huffs of desperate attempts to get air in and out of his lung, only to come out sounding unnatural and terribly painful.
When we made it into the Manor, we quickly made our way down the stairs into one of the front foyers, to wait for the ambulance to arrive. It had been three minutes in all, so they better be here in two minutes or they're going to have a serious law s-
"Bruce, place him on the couch," Leslie told me while spreading blankets around it. Once they had covered the couch I gently started placing Jason down onto it, I quickly realized he was gently clutching at my shirt through the blanket, before I gently pulled his hand away, because we needed to get a better look at him.
"Tim hand me that," Leslie said while Tim handed her the bucket of ice water, before she started to pour some of the cold liquid onto the cloth on top of Jason's head, causing him to try to incoherently twist and make terrible attempts at noises in protest.
"I know, Jason, I know. We need to keep the fever now," She said, while slowly pouring a little more onto his head.
"What about his breathing," Dick said, trying to set down equipment on the coffee table and floor.
"We don't have the time, and it might cause more damage than good. I thought that maybe I could have poked a hole into the upper portion of Jason's air pipe, that in itself would be a risky task, with his condition. And even if I could there is still a chance that the Necrotizing Fasciitis would have started to spread into his throat even quicker causing, in this situation, even worse results; we're going to have to wait for the ambulance."
"When is that-" I start only to be cut off by the sounds of sirens, 'thank God.'
"Tim get the door now," I yell, preparing myself for what was to come next.
Tim's Point of View
I run to the door, as fast as I can, by then the ambulance is almost coming to a stop, not too far behind Dick's car, near the front steps of the Manor. I rush down to meet them as the team jumps out of the truck two men start to quickly approach me, while two others work to pull the stretcher and equipment out of the back.
"Where is he," the one closes to me asks, as we rush back up the steps into the Manor.
"I-in!- Just follow me! A friend of ours is here, she's a doctor, she's been helping," I start rambling as fast as I can. "She said somethi- she thinks its Necrotizing Fasciitis."
One of them nods, and I hear the people with the stretcher behind us.
"How bad would you say one thr-"
"Ten," I reply, already knowing what he was going to ask. They probably get theatrical tens a lot, but there about to see how this is most definitely a 'ten.'
He nods sharply as we turn into the foyer and start heading towards the couch that Jason is on.
I notice that some of the equipment is missing, but the breathing mask and suction tube is still in and over Jason's mouth. He still has the blanket around him and the cloth covering a majority of his face.
Leslie immediately starts to help and explaining the condition. I hear one of the paramedics say something, probably out of shock, when he looks under the blanket Jason is under.
Everything goes into fast forward from there. It's like I was placed right in the middle of a chaotic medical drama. Everything seemed to be happening at once and everyone seemed to be reacting at once, it was almost surreal.
I've been in hundreds of situations just like this, well maybe not 'just like,' but pretty similar, what was so different from this one?
Before I knew it they were lifting Jason onto the stretcher, using the blanket as some leverage, almost as soon as they had Jason securely on, they were off. I soon found myself following.
I felt my heart beating in my chest, Bruce was yelling something, yell, was a close enough word for it; Dick was too, the medics, Leslie, almost everyone, but I could only find myself focusing on Jason.
When we started heading for the door, close to it now, I noticed Jason was starting to come to somewhat, his head was shaking ever so slightly. When we started heading down the front steps, I tried to get a better look at him. The medics were ahead of me and they'd placed the ventilator on the stretcher behind his head, so I couldn't get that good of a look.
I could tell from somewhat of the left angle, one of the paramedics was in my way, that he was attempting to move, but was still incoherent.
What if he starts panicking, can he start panicking? He's probably to out of it. What if this is freaking him out; this would probably freak me out, he can't even see, does he notice? Can he notice? He probably doesn't even know what's going on.
Before I knew what was happening, or truly what to do, they were packing Jason into the back of the truck. I noticed Leslie was going into the truck too, probably to help, than she can be at the hospital when he gets there too. She's probably going to fight, if she has to, to have Jason as her patient, or to at least have a part in helping him.
Then there shutting the doors to the truck and speeding off, sirens screeching and all, and I'm just left standing there, with Bruce and Dick yelling and running towards one of Bruce's cars, Alfred was heading towards it too.
I turn to my left and see Damian standing there next to me. His mouth is slightly opened and his face is blank, but not. I see something that most nobody ever get's to see come from Damian, fear and… shock, and upsets me further and I'm not even quite sure why.
I let out a quite breath of air before grabbing Damian's arm and at first pulling him along as we start making our way, soon to be running towards the car that the others are already getting into.
We soon reach the car and we both jump in, before we could fully shut the doors, we were off.
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