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-Attention all of you reading/concerned about my other story 'Mind's Eye'. No, I haven't abandoned it. Yes, it's on hiatus for now. I just don't feel like I have anything to give to that story right now. Even if I tried to write a chapter for it, it wouldn't feel good enough. So until then, please enjoy this story and when my brain block goes away for 'Mind's Eye', I will update it, I promise.
Warning: Child abuse (for earlier chapters)
Ignorance Is Bliss, Chapter 9
The doctors and nurses came charging at them like a stampede, already on high alert, like they were just waiting for them to come in. John stood there, in the middle of the entrance with both Sam and Dean in his arms as he stared down the men and women in white jackets and gloves as they came toward them with caution. A woman, a doctor, with deep dark hair turned around to the team behind her and yelled, "We need two beds. Now!" and seconds later, two nurses came with two rolling beds.
John shifted uneasily as he looked down at both his sons. They way they just laid there, not moving for the most part, dangerously still. Glancing over his shoulder briefly, John made sure Bobby was close by before he turned his attention back to them. He rubbed Sam's back, "You're going okay," John says to him, then turns his head to Dean. "Everything's gonna be okay. We're gonna get you help, okay? You're gonna be-"
A man, in a lime green scrub reached for Sam while two women - one in a baby blue colored scrub and the other in a raspberry pink - took Dean from him right in the middle of his sentence. They were both placed on separate beds. John watched as they removed the makeshift cloth from Dean head, tossing it aside. The one in the baby blue scrub turned his head to the side to get a better look at it. There was a lot of talking, the doctors and nurses communicating to each other in what seemed like an alien language to John at the moment. Again, he looked back at Bobby. This time it was more out of seeing for comfort. He had this feeling in his stomach that he just couldn't shake. He didn't even catch when they threw a question at him.
"... their names, sir?" the male nurse yelled at him as if it was his second or third time asking him.
John mentally shook himself, finding his voice. "Uh..." he couldn't think. There was too much going on; so Bobby stepped in. He pointed, "That's Dean...and that's Sam."
John's voice was thin and winded like he'd just run a marathon. He could hear his heard blasting in his ears and it pretty much drowned out any other noise that was around him. He looked around for a moment. To his right was the waiting room and he could see the other people staring in their direction with awe written all over their face. One woman had her hand over her mouth, her eyes big, as he held on to the forearm of the man she was sitting with. The look they seemed to have didn't help the feeling in his stomach. It just proved further that Sam and Dean looked horrible right now.
"Dean, can you hear us..?" The one nurse pressed her finger to the side of his neck. "Got a pulse."
They began to roll him away.
"Sam...? Oh God. We need to go now ; he's not breathing!"
John's head whipped around so quick, it was a miracle that it didn't snap. The nurse was already in the midst of cutting a sloppy line up his shirt. She called out something that went right over John's head. Before he even had a chance to react they were rushing him down he hallway. They kept calling his name, telling him to hold on. John felt dizzy.
Groups of four and five surrounded both of his sons. John ran after them, trying to stay as close as possible. All at the same time, they were shining flashlights into their eyes, keeping time of pulses, checking blood pressure and everything else. The man held Sam's wrist firmly as he tapped the side of his leg as if he was keeping time of music.
"We need two rooms!"
"Call Harris! Clear two rooms!"
They turned a corner sharply and if it wasn't such a dyer emergency, John would of chucked at the over-dramatic nature of all of this.
"Clear OR, we're coming in. Notify Jackie, go!"
They stopped in front in the elevator. They slammed the button three times before it finally arrived and both Sam and Dean were rode into it. John tried to go in, tried to stay with them, but the male pressed his hand to his chest.
"Sir, you need to stay here."
John tried to push past him, not taking 'no' for answer. He needed to stay with them.
"No, I need to do-"
The male nurse held his shoulders. "Sir, you cannot go upstairs with them. You cannot be with them for surgery."
"They're my sons! What the hell do you mean I can't go?"
The male nurse's voice dropped to a lower level, a reasoning level, a tone that said 'we need to stop arguing to I can go help save your kid's lives.' "Sir," he says again. "We don't allow people in surgery. I'm sorry. You cannot go upstairs.. yet."
John stopped. He felt defeated.
Moments later, Bobby came jogging up behind him. He put his arm around John, letting him know that he was there.
"We'll do all we can. I promise."
He patted John's shoulder sympathetically and escorted him into the waiting room.
"C'mon," he says. "There's some papers you need to fill out."
-Ignorance-Is-Bliss-
Dean's heart was racing, his mind was groggy, his vision was blurry.
Something was... wrong?
When he looked up, he saw the chins and concerned faces of people. His eyes wandered, sticking to the ceiling for a minute as he tried to calm himself down. The people around him were talking... he could hear them this time.
"... is OR clear?... okay, we're coming in."
He felt the bed he was laying in turn and go through thick, white double doors.
"...about nine or ten, male... semi-conscious...blow to the head... stitches...what, no?... CT scan..."
Him? They were talking about him? Dean groaned. All of this was too confusing.
Another voice chimed in.
"Another one, about five... unconscious... unresponsive... respiratory arrest..."
Dean squinted. Sam?
Suddenly, everything was dark and he felt his pulse quicken a little. What was happening?
Then a light came on, bring and stinging to his unprepared eyes. A man's face came into his line of vision. He was smiling, a warm smile.
"Dean?" he called. The man's voice sounded far away. "Dean, can you hear me?"
The boy nodded, but he felt restricted. Like his whole body had been mummified.
Without warning a clear mask was over his mouth and nose. Automatically, Dean tried to push it off.
"Don't fight it, son. It's alright," says the doctor again. "Now listen to me... I need you co count backwards from ten, okay? Can you do that, Dean? Count."
It was weird, he didn't understood why he was so obedient, but he began counting.
10...
The nurses came in, sliding snug fitting gloves over their hands.
9...
Dean thought about his family - his brother, and if he was okay. His father, and if he was still holding it together. Bobby, and if he was keeping his father in line. Dean thought about Kris and how much he hated her for what she did to them
8...
His eyes got heavier, weights pushing down his eyelids. He felt a tingling sensation throughout his body, numbing him. He was losing feeling, losing consciousness.
7...
"Just relax," he doctor said, everything's gonna be okay.
6...
Black dots flooded into black clouds that filled his vision. Everything was going dark. He was losing feeling.
5...
4...
Dean couldn't count anymore... he couldn't...he was-
3...
-too tired, too hard...
2...
Sleep. He needed sleep.
1...
Darkness welcomed him.
-Ignorance-Is-Bliss-
"This is my fault," John mumbled. "All of it. It's my fault."
He and Bobby sat in the waiting room, not having any other choice. John sat hunched over, his elbows on his knees, and his hands folded between his legs. His head was down as he had an intense staring contest with the white tile ground. Bobby, one seat over was slopped back, his head on the wall, just be low the big painting. The older hunter rubbed John's back.
"You didn't know," he says, trying to help as much as he could. "It's not your fault."
John sat up, his eyes meeting Bobby's.
"It is, though. I should've never left them with her. I shouldn't have left them at all."
"John-"
"What if they're not okay, Bobby?"
"They will be."
"But that if they're not?"
Bobby didn't have an answer.
Just then, the doctor came around the corner. He rubbed his hand over his face was a calming and approached John.
"Are they okay?" John asked eagerly as he jumped up from his seat.
The doctor swallowed hard.
"I need to talk to you," he glance at Bobby, then reiterated. "I need to talk to you... privately."
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