Castiel sat in the back seat of his parent's car, looking out the window at the trees and houses they passed. His mother reached back to hold his hand.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
He paused before nodding. She sighed and looked forward.
"Alright."
"Where are we going again?"
"We're taking you to the hospital to have you looked at. Who knows what kinds of diseases that pervert could have had."
Castiel's father cleared his throat before speaking.
"Do you think you can talk to us about it yet?"
Castiel did his best to calm his breathing as memories resurfaced.
"Stooop iiiitttt!"
He screamed as Ethan tightened his grip on Castiel's legs before tensing up. Ethan shot load after load into Castiel, earning more hoots and cheers from Ethan's friends. He leaned forward to kiss Castiel before licking away his tears.
"The first time with me is gonna hurt. Don't worry. This is your chance to enjoy it."
He shook his head.
"No…"
His father sighed.
"Alright, but you're going to have to talk to us some time."
His mother chimed in.
"-but no pressure, sweety."
They pulled up to the hospital and were immediately called into a room with no windows. The doctor arrived, and after a brief discussion on what the problem was, handed Castiel a hospital gown.
"I need you to disrobe."
Castiel froze before looking to his mother.
"We'll leave, sweetheart. Just put the gown on after you undress."
He watched as everyone left the room before nervously looking down at the gown in his hands.
"Are you ready?"
"Y-yes."
The doctor entered and smiled when he saw Castiel wearing the gown.
"This will all be over soon. I just need you to lay down on the examination table."
Castiel stared for a moment before easing up onto the table and laying down. The doctor grabbed his stethoscope and a few other instruments before approaching Castiel. After checking his heart rate and doing bloodwork, the man asked him to lay on his side and bring his knees to his chest if he could. Castiel started to do as he was told when he heard a noise behind him. Before he could react, the doctor cupped his hand over the boy's mouth and jabbed him in the neck with a syringe.
He woke hours later with blurry vision. He looked around at the blobs that lay around the room, waiting in a daze for his eyesight to come back. He heard noises. Voices. A tanned blob with long, black hair created loud screeching noises as another one with short black hair stood over him repeating something to him. His hearing was not as bad as his sight, but it was too fuzzy to be able to understand what the blobs meant. He started to sit up when the blob with the short black hair placed what he took as a hand on his shoulder and said something. Immediately, Castiel collapsed again, and fell back down onto the table, letting a cry of pain escape his lips. He closed his eyes and started to doze off.
He woke up again to find the long haired blob and a completely black one standing over him. The screeching sounds had become what he understood as sobbing, and he felt the long haired blob's hands on his cheeks. His eye sight had cleared a bit while he stared at the shapes, and he realized that it was his mother, father, and a police officer. Many doctors and nurses stood in the door of the room trying desperately to see what was going on. His mother wept as she looked into his eyes.
"Cassie…wake up for mommy…"
He started to close his eyes again when she gently shook him.
"Stay with me, baby."
She kissed his sweating face.
"Just stay with me. We're gonna get someone to help you. You're gonna be taken to another hospital, okay?"
His half closed eyes started to droop causing his mother to sob even harder. Nobody had any idea what was wrong with him. He was extremely sweaty and his hair stuck to his face, showcasing dark bags and bloodshot, drooping eyes. He continued to gasp for air while weakly gripping his mother's hand. His father fanned him to try to cool him off as they spoke to the police.
"Yeah, that was not a doctor. He was an escaped sex offender who was impersonating a doctor."
Castiel rested his head on the hard surface of the table, groaning as the feeling started to come back in his body. His legs and back ached as well as everywhere in between. He tried look down, but could only go so far before his mother placed her hands on his shoulders and laid him back.
"Relax, sweety, okay?"
He stared at her sleepily as he laid back. Down on his legs he felt something warm. It felt warm and wet. He started to reach down to touch it when his mother stopped him again.
"I know it hurts baby, but I need you to just wait for them to come get you."
He reached out to her and tugged her sleeve.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
She leaned in close as he roughly whispered his next words.
"Wah happent?"
The officer interrupted.
"That was not a doctor who was in here with you. It was a criminal. He…violated you, son."
Castiel closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The helicopter for another hospital arrived and paramedics came in to move him. They grabbed a warm towel and started wiping his legs as if they were cleaning something off. They moved behind him and finished wiping his legs before wiping his bottom. Pain shot up his back causing him to scream as they cleaned him. He felt hands holding him in place as he screamed.
"Shh. Just be still. It will all be over soon."
"Just hang in there, son. It won't take long."
Castiel cried as they continued to wipe his bottom. When the paramedics stepped away with the towel, Castiel saw massive amounts of red covering it. In a quick movement, they put him on what was like a big crib before rolling him out of the room. He was put inside a helicopter before they took off.
He woke up in a new hospital room, this one having flowers and windows with a large television mounted on the wall across from him.
"Cassie?!"
He looked over to see his mother holding his hand while wiping her eyes. She jumped up when he looked over to her, and hugged her baby. He started to try to speak but stopped when he realized he was wearing an oxygen mask.
"I have to tell you what happened, sweetheart."
He watched her face closely. She looked extremely sullen, and her grave expression never faded as she cleared her throat.
"You already know, that man was not a doctor. He injected you with some type of sedative mixed with toxins and…anyway when you were unconscious, he raped you."
Castiel closed his eyes and sighed before dropping his head and shaking it. His mother tried to reach for him but he pulled away. He turned sideways on the bed and started to push himself up to his feet. His parents both reached their arms out to steady him.
"Cas, take it easy," his father pleaded.
"Sit down, sweety," his mother whispered.
He shook his head and pulled himself to his feet before removing the oxygen mask and snatching the tubes from his arms.
"Castiel! Sit down! You'll hurt yourself."
He shook his head again as he inched over to the door. His mother hit the red button on the wall.
"Nurse?! Please hurry!"
Castiel inched down the hall and was almost to the elevator when the doors opened and the nurse stepped out. She held her hands up towards him.
"You have to get back in bed, sweetheart."
Castiel walked past her and got in the elevator, pushing the first floor button before she could stop him. The doors closed and he leaned on a side rail to support himself. When he got to the bottom, he approached the receptionist's desk.
"How can I help you, sweetheart?"
"Ph-phone."
"Sure thing, sugar. Here."
She handed him the phone and he dialed a familiar number.
"Hello?"
"Nat? I'm at the-"
He looked around.
"-Sucre Medical Center. Please come get me. I'm ready to leave with you."
"O…kay…are you alright?"
"More or less-"
In the background, Castiel's parents and the nurse yelled for him to get back in bed.
"Okay."
"I'll be waiting."
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