I took all the medical stuff here from the internet and because I can't read medical stuff so well I read them in my native language and then tried my best to translate them into English. Sorry for any mistakes. 8 seasons of House MD is not so helpful here…
And yes, it kind of has to do with Comatose by Skillet I don't know, when I thought of this and then this song popped into my head and yeah. It's still in there. I was humming it aggressively at math today.
Tris's POV
"After you, Tris," Uriah says. "Oh no. You go first!" "If you insist," he says and jumps off the train. Christina and Zeke follow him. "Okay, Tris, now it's your turn!" Lynn says.
When I realize I'm gonna slip, it's already too late. I can't stop now. I try to.
And then pain. And then darkness.
Tobias's POV
After five hours a doctor comes to us. "How is she?" Christina asks. "Well, the surgery was successful. But she did hit her head badly. She also broke her leg and wrist but that's not that important now. We don't know if she's suffered any brain damage. She hit her temporal lobe which is responsible for hearing and understanding speech and is also very important for memory. In the best case, she will have no brain damage. She's still young, so other neurons can replace the tasks of the damaged part. She hit her right temporal lobe which might also have some personality changes."
Personality changes? What does that mean? She's not gonna be her when she wakes up?
"What do you mean with personality changes?" I ask. My voice is changing. "Well, she could be paranoid or quicker to anger. But nobody knows for sure." "When is she gonna wake up?" Zeke asks. "We don't know. She's in room 8 in the Wernicke's wing. That's on 11th floor."
I go to the elevator and the others follow me. I don't know what to expect. My hands are shaking the whole time. The nurse behind the counter looks at us. "Who are you here to visit?" "Tris Prior," Christina says. "She's in room 8. But only three of you can go inside at the same time. Unless you're family." Christina looks at me. "Do you want some time alone with her?" I don't know what to say. "Okay," I whisper. They wait on the chairs outside while I walk in.
At first I don't recognize her. Her head is in bandages and so is her right leg and left wrist. There are tubes leading in and out of her. A big blue tube is coming out of her mouth. I guess it's helping her breathe.
I step to her bed and sit on a plastic green chair. I take her hand. Even though she looks so different, her hand still feels the same. Only she doesn't squeeze it back.
"Tris," I whisper. I don't know if she can hear me. The only noise in the room is the heart monitor.
Just keep beeping. Just keep beating.