Letting Him In

Chapter-47 (Part-2)

"I'm sorry if I say, "I need you"
But I don't care, I'm not scared of love
'Cause when I'm not with you, I'm weaker
Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong
That you make me strong?"

-One Direction, Strong
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Dean

As Doctor Larkson led him to the corner of the room, Dean followed, confused.

"As i said," he began in a soft voice so only Dean would hear, "the process shouldn't be painful. But usually patients feel highly vulnerable and uncomfortable, which induces anxiety and stress. It's good if they have someone supportive with them, and since you're with him, you'll need to keep him distracted. It's important he remains as comfortable as possible.'

Dean nodded. "Yeah, of course," he said.

"I'm serious, Dean," Doctor Larkson emphasized. "He needs to stay really still, and it can't happen unless he's relaxed, which is not the case here since he's clearly anxious, or distracted. Talk to him, make him talk to you, but try keeping his mind off what's happening."

Dean nodded again, the reality of the situation setting in. From Elijah's and the doctor's descriptions, this was clearly not going to be easy.

He now realized that maybe he should have done some research as well. What kind of a boyfriend agreed to come support their boyfriend and then not know what the procedure was going to be?

But he didn't have time now, and he could only hope he would be helpful, and not make matters worse.

"Alright, then," Doctor Larkson said, turning back and heading over to the bed.

Following him, Dean saw that Elijah was now laying on his side, his back facing the cart beside the bed and consequently them too, the gown pulled down to his mid-back.

He went to the other side of the bed, squatting down so his face was level with Elijah's.

"Hey again," he said in light, teasing voice.

"Hey," Elijah said, smiling softly.

"I'm gonna be right here, okay? I know you're worried, but you're not alone," he promised.

Elijah nodded, shifting slightly on the bed. Dean gave him a sad smile, knowing his boyfriend was in pain and there wasn't anything he could do to take it away.

"Okay," Doctor Larkson said from behind Elijah, making the blond jump slightly before giving a sheepish smile.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"It's alright," the man reassured. "I'm going to start now. And there's nothing to be worried about, Elijah. I'll walk you through each step before doing anything, so nothing will take you by surprise, okay?"

Elijah nodded. "Thank you," he murmered.

"First, I need you to pull your knees up as close to your chest as you can, your neck bent down," he instructed.

"Like, in a fetal position?" Elijah confirmed.

"Yes," the doctor affirmed, and Elijah followed.

Dean took his hand in his as Elijah curled up, his back stretching.

"I'm not doing anything right now, just seeing where to insert the needle, and I need you to stay as still as possible," he said.

"Okay," Elijah mumbled.

His eyes met Dean's, who gave him a reassuring smile as Doctor Larkson pulled the gown further down, almost to his hip bone. Elijah looked away, and Dean knew he was probably embarrassed or uncomfortable, wishing he could do something to make him feel better.