Tris
I breathe in deeply, I can see my mother, still in the clothes she died in and the wound there but no longer bleeding. I ask her, "Did I do well"
She smiles warmly, the way she used to when I came home school, "Yes, you've done wonderfully well my dear." She kneels beside me, brushing the stray hair out of my face, the touch of her hands warming my skin.
I ask, "Is it time to go?"
"Not yet."
"But I thought-"
"Very nearly, but you have a lot to live for." My mother pulls away, and there is nothing I can do to stop her. By habit, she straightens her dress with her hands as she stands back up. Her soft smile is the last thing I see as my the lights fade, slowly pulling me into a dark abyss.
Perhaps the darkness lasts for a matter of seconds, but it feels like an eternity. As I open my eyes, I can see the blurry shapes of heads, but I blink a few times and the heads are clearer. Two doctors and Tobias. Tobias. He looks tired, dark grey circling under his eyes and stubble suggesting that he hadn't slept in days. His face brightens as soon as I begin to stir and he looks as though he is lost for words.
I whisper hoarsely, "Hey."
He rubs his eyes quickly, "Hey."