Title: Doctor to Patient
Characters: Sara, John Abruzzi
Rating: PG
Summary: A man like John Abruzzi shouldn't be bleeding like that.
Author's Notes: This fic is about what Sara thought when she found out that Abruzzi had been shanked and when she was bringing him to the helicopter. Feedback is appreciated!

It was all a blur.

One minute Sara was sitting in the infirmary, and the next minute she was running through the yards of Fox River, bloody palm pressed up against John Abruzzi's neck, trying to stop the flow of crimson liquid out of the wound he had.

She had been on her break at the time, chatting away with Katie, when a C.O. burst into the room, radio in hand, saying that they needed her down by the shed. An inmate had had his throat slashed right open. Sara quickly slipped on a pair of latex gloves, asking who it was. She was shocked to learn that the shanked prisoner was John Abruzzi.

As she, Katie, and a pair of C.O.'s rushed down to the shed in the prison yard, Sara couldn't help but wonder what the hell happened. It didn't make sense. How could a man like John Abruzzi, who's both revered and feared throughout the prison, be a victim of a shank attack? It just did not make sense at all.

John always carried himself with regality, force, and authority. She had many patients come into her infirmary with injuries inflicted upon them by his hands. She never imagined that he would be on the receiving end of a shank.

She almost hoped that he would never be on the receiving end of a shank. Sara was one of the few that revered him instead of feared him. It was because he had always treated her kindly and with respect. During his checkups, he would always talk about his wife and two little kids and how he wished he could see them more often. It was during those times that Sara realized that beneath all the murder and grease, there was a good man, or at least a loving father. Something Sara felt like she lacked.

So she couldn't help but have her vision be blurred with a few little tears when she saw all that red blood gush from the wound in his neck. They were tears of sadness, confusion, and desperation. There was so much blood. The more it came out, the more she wanted to cry because she wanted to stop it but couldn't. A man like John Abruzzi shouldn't be bleeding like that.

She pleaded and urged John to 'stay with her' and 'keep breathing' as she rolled him on a stretcher towards the helicopter that would take him to his last chance at salvation. There was nothing she could do for him and she hoped that the people at Chicago could, but she knew that there was a slim chance for his survival. It made her eyes even more blurry with water droplets knowing this.

As she watched the helicopter fly away and blow up dirt into the air, Sara couldn't help but feel like the last fifteen minutes were just a blur.

She looked down at her blood-soaked gloves.

Just a giant red blur.