Saving Sawyer [Boy/Boy] - 2013

Chapter 9: Good Night

Saving Sawyer: Chapter 9: Good Night

Sawyer's POV

               I allowed the nurse to get close to me long enough if remove the IV, my nerves jumpy and my shoulders taunt. I just wanted to get out of the hospital. I hated the smell, the nurses and the whole environment. Vivian signed the discharge papers at the nurse's desk while Keith, my uncle, conversed with the doctor about my medication. "Alright, let's go." Vivian smiled as she led me down the hall. I messed with the hospital tag that was still snapped in place, the hard plastic not giving under my fingers. 

We all got into the car, Vivian sitting in the back with me. I watch as the buildings flew by my window, my eyes not really concentrating on any of them. We pulled into the parking lot of a large white building and my heart began racing. "I thought we were going home!" 

Vivian gave me an apologetic look. "We will after this. Come on, it'll be over in a minute." We were at the clinic I was dragged to every three months; I just hadn't realized three months had flown by so fast. 

"I don't want to." I had begun crying without realizing it. "I wanna go home." 

"Come on Sawyer, you've done it before, you can do it." She gently took my hand, "Keith and I will be right there, okay?" Keith coaxed me out and held my arm, knowing I would run the first chance I got like I had the first time. I held onto Vivian, her arm basically becoming my lifeline as we walked through the doors. Keith checked us in, and having already dealt with me twice before, they led us right through. 

"Come, have a seat Sawyer." The doctor smiled. The first time I came, it was a woman who was supposed to take my blood and the flashbacks brought on by that were brutal. 

"I don't want to - I wanna go home!" I cried, digging my nose into Vivian's shoulder. 

"Come on, it'll be quick." She sat me down and the lap bar was brought over my knees. Everything was already set up; they were just waiting for me. 

The doctor on duty today was a man who was obviously taller than me. He was clean shaven and ripped. I shrank back into the chair, my hands shaking. "Hi Sawyer." His smile was gentle and his eyes were honest. "I'm Dr. Rick." He held his hand out and I shook it hesitantly. "It's okay to be scared Sawyer, but is there anything I can do to alleviate that fear?" None of the other doctors had asked me that before. Before I could even think of something to say, he turned to the counter and grabbed the tray. I went ridged. "Here, this all I'm going to use, okay?" The only things on the tray were a butterfly needle, two empty vials and alcohol pads. Seeing it did help a bit. "May I?" He gestured toward my arm, which I reluctantly relinquished. He folded up the sleeve of my shirt and cleaned the area around my vein, careful to keep his hands in view at all times. I started to squirm when he grabbed the needle. I wasn't scared of the needle itself but the familiar pain always made me remember when I was forced to take IV narcotics. Around the time my parents had begun that, was also the first time they sold me... "Little pinch." 

"No, wait!" I pulled my arm back, the needle having been poised and ready. 

Vivian kneeled down in front of me, "Sawyer, it's okay." I hated the way they were all babying me, but at the same time, I couldn't imagine them acting any different. 

"No." I whined, holding my arm to my body. I really wished I could just do it without a problem but that would take years for me to accomplish. She caressed the side of my face, her fingers soft and comforting. "You'll be okay Sawyer, focus on me..." 

"Sawyer, tell your aunt what you want to do later or tell her about your favorite game or book." That was simple. I wanted to go home, the only time I played a game was when I lived with her when I was younger and I was still at a second grade reading level...