Take It Away: Chapter 9
Anthony was breathing heavily, as reality struck him. Ian was crazy. Ian was.... Ian. Anthony could no longer hold this thought on his own. Who didn't know? Peter! He would tell Peter. But first, he had to face Ian. He took shaky steps twords Ian's door. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9- Bang! He ran his head straight into the door.
"Well," Anthony said aloud, "I guess it's now or never,". He siged and reached for the handle as slowly as he could, trying to figue out what he was going to say. He reached it all too soon, and opened the door.
What he saw was a mess! Ian was screaming, crying really, as a nurse held him down and tried to sedate him. "ANTHONY! Help! They're trying to kill me!" Ian screamed, and Anthony walked over.
The nurse turned her head and asked, "Can you calm this man?"
Yeah, here, move for a second," Anthony said, and the nurse moved aside. He sat down on the bed next to the flailing Ian and said calmly, "Ian, it's okay, it's me Anthony."
"Anthony, Anthony!" Large tears rolled down Ian's face, as he embraced Anthony.
Anthony returned the hug, and let Ian calm down for several minutes, before he began talking. "Are you okay, man?"
"No, no! They like to stab me, and take my blood, and put me in HUGE machines." Ian replied.
"Well, man that's what doctors are supposed to do!" Anthony laughed.
"So they can hurt me, and terrify me, and say that they are trying to help me?" Ian asked confused.
"Yes they can, Ian," Anthony said. He then turned to the nurses, and asked, "Why were you putting him out?"
The nurse replied, "We are going to move him into a mental hospital, but he refused to go on his own, so we were going to move him while he was sleeping."
"Oh...." Anthony saddened to remember that Ian wouldn't be coming home any time soon. "Right, here, maybe I can help." He turned to Ian and said, "The doctors are going to take you somewhere where you won't get hurt or scared anymore, okay?"
"O-okay," Ian said.
Anthony slowly moved twords him, and gently grabbed his hand. He turned his arm so that the veins were facing up and said, "One more small pinch, and then no more pain, okay?"
"Alright,"
Ian sounded terrified, and he was shaking. Even when Ian was sane, shots scared him to death, and Anthony knew Ian was seconds away from breaking into more tears, so he pulled him into a hug, and said, "It'll be over in a second, you'll be fine as long as I'm right here with you, okay? Are you ready?"
"Y-yes, okay."
His hand was turned upwards, and held that way by Anthony. A nurse walked slowly twords him, and when she was right next to him, Ian lost it. He tried to rip his hand free, but Anthony had an iron grip, and held him in place. Anthony pulled him into a hug, and tears ran down Ian's face. "Ssh....The lady is going to count to three, okay? And when she does, you'll feel a little bit of pain, but then it's over. You're gonna be okay, Ian, ssh...." Anthony whispered into his ear.
Ian stopped flailing, and sunk all his weight onto Anthony. Anthony reailized how scary the world must be for him right now, and that Ian must be scared of everything that moves right now, not to mention pain. "Okay," Ian formed one shaky word, and sat still, then said, "But I want you to count," That was his request when Ian had gotten shots back when they were twelve, and Anthony thought about how this is probably the first time he remembers getting a shot, so it's probably just as terrifying as that day so long ago.
"Alright, and he eyed the nurse, who nodded her head, and held the needle close. Ian had his eyes closed, teeth gritted, and tears streaming down his face. Anthony held his arm firmly, while still keeping the embrace. "Ready?" Ian nodded his head slowly and shakily. "One," Ian bit his lip hard. "Two," Ian gripped Anthony's back with his free hand. All Ian's fear was making Anthony hurt inside, so he had a hard time saying it, but he said the word anyway, "Three," Ian's eyes opened wide, and he tensed up for a moment, looking like he was going to cry out, but he soon fell limp in Anthony's arms.
Okay, this chapter might seem pretty dumb, but it was the first idea I've had in awhile, and besides, you can technically still call me a kid, and I remember how shots used to scare me shitless, so there's my inspiration. Thank you, and good night.
"Well," Anthony said aloud, "I guess it's now or never,". He siged and reached for the handle as slowly as he could, trying to figue out what he was going to say. He reached it all too soon, and opened the door.
What he saw was a mess! Ian was screaming, crying really, as a nurse held him down and tried to sedate him. "ANTHONY! Help! They're trying to kill me!" Ian screamed, and Anthony walked over.
The nurse turned her head and asked, "Can you calm this man?"
Yeah, here, move for a second," Anthony said, and the nurse moved aside. He sat down on the bed next to the flailing Ian and said calmly, "Ian, it's okay, it's me Anthony."
"Anthony, Anthony!" Large tears rolled down Ian's face, as he embraced Anthony.
Anthony returned the hug, and let Ian calm down for several minutes, before he began talking. "Are you okay, man?"
"No, no! They like to stab me, and take my blood, and put me in HUGE machines." Ian replied.
"Well, man that's what doctors are supposed to do!" Anthony laughed.
"So they can hurt me, and terrify me, and say that they are trying to help me?" Ian asked confused.
"Yes they can, Ian," Anthony said. He then turned to the nurses, and asked, "Why were you putting him out?"
The nurse replied, "We are going to move him into a mental hospital, but he refused to go on his own, so we were going to move him while he was sleeping."
"Oh...." Anthony saddened to remember that Ian wouldn't be coming home any time soon. "Right, here, maybe I can help." He turned to Ian and said, "The doctors are going to take you somewhere where you won't get hurt or scared anymore, okay?"
"O-okay," Ian said.
Anthony slowly moved twords him, and gently grabbed his hand. He turned his arm so that the veins were facing up and said, "One more small pinch, and then no more pain, okay?"
"Alright,"
Ian sounded terrified, and he was shaking. Even when Ian was sane, shots scared him to death, and Anthony knew Ian was seconds away from breaking into more tears, so he pulled him into a hug, and said, "It'll be over in a second, you'll be fine as long as I'm right here with you, okay? Are you ready?"
"Y-yes, okay."
His hand was turned upwards, and held that way by Anthony. A nurse walked slowly twords him, and when she was right next to him, Ian lost it. He tried to rip his hand free, but Anthony had an iron grip, and held him in place. Anthony pulled him into a hug, and tears ran down Ian's face. "Ssh....The lady is going to count to three, okay? And when she does, you'll feel a little bit of pain, but then it's over. You're gonna be okay, Ian, ssh...." Anthony whispered into his ear.
Ian stopped flailing, and sunk all his weight onto Anthony. Anthony reailized how scary the world must be for him right now, and that Ian must be scared of everything that moves right now, not to mention pain. "Okay," Ian formed one shaky word, and sat still, then said, "But I want you to count," That was his request when Ian had gotten shots back when they were twelve, and Anthony thought about how this is probably the first time he remembers getting a shot, so it's probably just as terrifying as that day so long ago.
"Alright, and he eyed the nurse, who nodded her head, and held the needle close. Ian had his eyes closed, teeth gritted, and tears streaming down his face. Anthony held his arm firmly, while still keeping the embrace. "Ready?" Ian nodded his head slowly and shakily. "One," Ian bit his lip hard. "Two," Ian gripped Anthony's back with his free hand. All Ian's fear was making Anthony hurt inside, so he had a hard time saying it, but he said the word anyway, "Three," Ian's eyes opened wide, and he tensed up for a moment, looking like he was going to cry out, but he soon fell limp in Anthony's arms.
Okay, this chapter might seem pretty dumb, but it was the first idea I've had in awhile, and besides, you can technically still call me a kid, and I remember how shots used to scare me shitless, so there's my inspiration. Thank you, and good night.