Innocent Sin

Notes: School is a lousy bitch. Well now it's Friday and I can finally sit down and actually write. On with the show I guess! Remember kids, gym is NOT good for you! The teachers, they lie! Woo!

Disclaimer: All copyrighted JCV. Yeah. Nyx is mine though.

Chapter Eight: Artistic Mother, Homicidal Father

The fog had drifted and became dense. It clouded the windows, making the outside streets belong the local hospital hard to see. The noise was somewhat mute. The bustling of the halls with nurses and doctors rung in ears of guesses, and awaiting fathers. It was enough to drive anybody a tad nervous. Especially a maniac, who came into this thing as clueless as a newborn child himself. Johnny C. followed a plump nurse down the hallway aisle of the third floor, passed rooms, down another hall, down yet another hall streamed with windows. Clung nestled tightly to his right arm, was a skipping Tenna. It seemed she was the weight on him, to keep him from collapsing all together. He felt his knees begin to buckle inward, therefore causing his walking to increase.

The nurse paused outside a room marked in bold lettering as '306'. A doctor with heavy-framed glasses appeared coming out of the door, before looking at the three. The nurse looked content, as she paused to hear what the doctor had to say.

"She's much too weak to have visitors."

Tenna's face dropped, she placed her hands at her sides, giving the doctor a lok of distaste. Johnny's shoulder blades twitched as soon as Tenna let him go. He narrowed his eyes dangerously upon the M.D. before taking a step forward.

"Excuse me. I've been waiting SEVEN hours to see Devi."

"I'm sorry young man." He shook his head.

"FUCK YOU!! Step ahead, before I chop off your arm, and nail it to my wall!" He shouted.

The three grew silent for a moment, before the doctor's expression turned to one of solemn shock. He carefully stepped aside, motioning for the nurse to follow his lead. The two stepped off to the side, making the path to the doorway clear. Johnny muttered something about flubber monkeys, before marching up to the door, and creeping it open. Tenna skittered behind him, surprisingly silent for the most part. Johnny shoved open the door and walked into the white room. The room was coated in white. Everything was white. He began to feel strangely out of place again. The black in his clothing badly tarnishing a place that looked like it contained so much 'purity'.

One look at the machinery in the room, and Johnny was speed walking over to Devi's bedside. It was enough that it made even his house look like a small haunted house. Johnny had come to the conclusion that he did not like hospitals. At all. At the sudden movement of footsteps, the bedridden girl shot straight up. Devi's hair was down from its usual childish pigtails in which she still kept it in, clung to her shoulders. Her face tired, yet she managed to crack a wide smile when she saw the two.

"Johnny! Tenna!"

Tenna bent over Devi's bedside, squeezing her into a friendly embrace. Devi laughter came strained. She couldn't be annoyed. No not at this time.

"Knock it off, Tenna." She grinned.

Johnny bent down, and leaned against the bed looking up at Devi with a smirk. Devi returned the look. She began to study his expression. His features seemed stressed, and tired. She patted his head playfully.

"Have you been here all this time?"

"Seven hours and counting."

"You didn't leave for a while?"

"Damnit! Never! I would've been with you, if it wasn't for those fucking doctor-thingys."

Devi sighed, and flapped backward. She reached up, and covered her face with a hand. She began to speak, but the words muttered into a sigh. The room was silent for a moment. Tenna, had found interest in playing with the curtains. Pulling them open, and shutting them. Driving the other patients in recovery up a wall. Devi quirked a brow, an eye traveling towards Tenna.

"How the hell do people do this anyway?"

"Whatcha mean? Hey..are you gunna eat that?"

Johnny pointed to the tray, which was pulled away from the bed. A Jell-O pudding cup was freshly sealed, it's contents uneaten. Devi giggled, motioning for him to take it. Johnny squealed, and scooped it up in frenzy.

"What I meant was, how do people..have five kids.. how do they do it.."

"Mmffhp," Johnny muttered, a ring of chocolate coating his mouth. The spoon was eagerly digging into the duo-flavored cup. "You did it!" He said, after mildly swallowing.

Devi watched him for a moment. "Barely." She grumbled.

"Barely?"

"Plus, we're actually parents, and we can't see the damn kid."

"That's 'cuz she's all pre-mature! Weeeeeee!" Tenna butt into the chatter between the two, swinging from one of the railings that with-held the curtain rods. An Old woman settled in the bed below, was trying to knock Tenna off, with a wooden cane. Johnny had finished the pudding, and was trying to spoon out any of the stuff he had missed. He left the spoon in his mouth, sucking on it.

Devi propped herself up in bed, and pulled at the wristband around her right wrist. She hated these I.D. bracelets. She felt like an animal in a cage. Truthfully, she wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. Against the protesting of the doctor personnel, she felt fine. Johnny, with the rear of the spoon hanging out of his drooping mouth, watched her. Finally wanting to speak, he pulled it out.

"You name her that spiffy name you were thinking about?"

Devi looked up at him in surprise. "Yes."

"YAY!!!!!!"

Johnny smiled, but he saw that Devi's expression did not change. Instead it remained one of inner thinking. The look of deep thought.

"Devi?"

She shoot up again. "Oh.."

"What's wrong?"

"Just thinking."

"About?"

"What I would feel like if she didn't survive."