A/N: New chapter as promised within the week :D Also, just a note, my infirmary is not the same as the actual infirmary of the series. R&R Thanks a bunch :*
Disclaimer: I do not own some of the characters in this story. I do however own some additional characters. All new character names will not be the same as any characters in the original trilogy as to avoid confusion. Nor do I own any of the previous plot lines. All rights go to Veronica Roth.
Jess POV
The doctor came in about 2 minutes after the nurse left. She was young, probably early 30s. She picks up the folder the nurse put outside the door in this plastic little folder holder. The folder contains some of my medical history and why I'm here today.
"Hi there. I'm Dr. Helen. You must be Jessica. How are you?" Dr. Helen says. I want to tell her to not be fake. But that would be rude and it would suck. She's nice you know?
"Fine thanks. You?" I reply.
"We're not here to talk about me hon. So. Why are you in today?" She says. Wow. Okay then. Right to the point.
"Cuts. Want to know if they're infected or some sh-thing. Something." I was so ready to say some shit but I figured that'd be horrible to say to a doctor.
"Well hon, let's get you lying on the bed there." Dr. Helen says, walking over to me. I lie down and hell, this is not a bad bed. She lifts my shirt a little to inspect my cuts. "Oh hon. Why do you cut yourself?"
"Pain relief." I say simply. She tsks and shakes her head.
"Hon, you really shouldn't. You should see a therapist for that. Let me recommend someo-"
"NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!" I interrupt her. No way will I see some dumbass therapist who thinks they're better than me and knows more than me. Hell, they'll probably deem me depressed and give me some anti-depressants. It's all some fucked up shit I'm telling you.
"Why not hon? You certainly can't keep cutting yourself like this. Even though nothing's infected now, doesn't mean it won't get infected in the future." Dr. Helen says. I sigh profoundly.
"I know I know. But still. Do you want the truth about therapists and what I think of them?" I say.
"Well yes. Even though I can tell it's not going to be good." She says.
"Damn right it won't. But I'm in a hospital. Plus you're a doctor so you're all good people and probably are not accustomed to swearing children."
"Actually, I am. I had a patience once that swore in every sentence. But he was a good kid. Now tell me what you think of therapists."
"They're all dumbassess who think they're better than you and knows more than you. Given my position, they'll hate me and don't give two shits. Hell, they'll probably deem me depressed and give me some anti-depressants. Besides. I've seen them in the past. They're not all that great." I say.
Dr. Helen nods. She nods? What the hell?
"I agree with some of what you said. However," she says, seeing me open my mouth to say something but not allowing me to, "they are often helpful even when you don't know it."
"Bull shit. I haven't seen one therapist that has ever been helpful to me. By the way, before you say anything, that's not a challenge. So don't even think about telling me to go see another one and try to prove you wrong." I say.
Dr. Helen mutters quietly to herself while shaking her head. I can't really make out what she said but if I had to guess, I would guess that she muttered something along the lines of "damn, she caught me". I smile to myself before getting serious.
"So, if there are no infections or anything, can I go now?" I ask. Dr. Helen looks up, confused by my outburst.
"Uhm. I guess. Okay. You don't feel pain or anything right?" She asks. Well, weren't you supposed to ask that first thing? Wow. Doctors these days.
I shake my head no and swing my legs over the side of the bed. Before I can jump off though, Dr. Helen stops me.
"Wait! I need to bandage your cuts and clean it." She really is not a good doctor. "I'm so sorry. I'm new. I'm not actually certified, I'm still doing my internship." Wow. That explains a lot of things.
I let Dr. Helen clean my cuts and bandage them. I don't feel the sting of the alcohol against my cuts at all. Just a buzz and some numbing. Once Dr. Helen has cleaned my cuts and bandaged them, I tell her thanks and I hop off the bed.
As I walk out the door and head towards Zeke and Christina, I notice that Tobias still is not there. There might be a problem.
"Hey guys. No infections. Can we go now? I'm kind of hungry but where's Tobias?" I tell them.
"He's at the bar," Zeke says, "because he wanted to pay the owner for the mess that was made."
"But it shouldn't take this long though obviously." Christina puts in. I nod.
"It's true. I think we should go check it out." I say.
Christina and Zeke both nod. They both, obviously, care about Tobias. That's great. I know he needs all these people who love him and care for him in his life. I smile to myself and follow Christina and Zeke out of the hospital.
We break into a run after we walk out of the hospital towards the bar which is not too far away. About halfway there, I felt my cuts rip open a little bit, in a way that healing cuts open themselves.
I stopped and checked my cuts through my bandage to see if they're bleeding again and I was right. It's bleeding. Even worse than before. Shit. I don't want to fuck this up but it's starting to hurt in the way that was not my intention when I originally drew that shard against my skin.
"Zeke. Zeke stop. Ow fuck." I crouch over, holding my hand against my side. Zeke and Christina both stop and run back over to me.
"Are you okay?" Christina asks while Zeke crouches to my level.
"Yeah. I think I just ripped open my cuts a little and now it's bleeding." I say. I lift my shirt up a bit to show them the blood. Zeke winces and I look down. I wince too because the area of blood has expanded since I last checked. Oops.
"I'll be fine. Can you guys go find Tobias and help him please? I have a bad feeling about him taking so long." I say. Zeke nods and he grabs Christina over to the side. They speak in hushed tones and Christina leaves. I guess Zeke decided to stay.
"Here, let's have you sit down. I've had a bit of medical training and I think I can help you." Zeke says.
A/N: Hey hey hey :) Short chapter but I promised I would update :) I'll hopefully have another chapter up on Friday :) R&R Love you guys :*
