Chapter 8: Just fantastic
I wake up to what smells like the inside of a rubber glove. I try to open my eyes but find it extremely hard. Why the hell can't I see? I start to freak my breath getting hitched when I hear a door open, at least I know I didn't lose my hearing. I know it's a lady because I can her the click of her heels on the hard floor as she makes her way over to me.
"Hello Ms. Prior, my names' Dr. Nijlpaard, do you know why you're here today?" She asks me.
"Well first question, do you know your name is Dutch for hippo?"
She just gives a short chuckle, "Yes I do Ms. Prior but back to you." she says sternly, "Do you know why you're here today?"
Umm, why am I hear today? Oh yeah that's right I was about to throw the next hit to the punching bag when Four walked in.. Damn it! Must I always embarrass myself in front of him? I take a deep breath to keep myself from screaming as I answer her.
"I think so," I answer not so sure. "Didn't I get hit in the face by a punching bag?"
"Very good you remember!" she says a little to excited. How long have I been here?
She must read my thoughts because she then answers my question.
"Also you've been here for three days with a head concussion, don't worry nothing's fractured but you did take quite the hit." She just says in monotone, "I know you can't see me that's because when you got hit in the face it bruised some of your inner eye muscles. Leaving you without the ability to open your eyelids. That should be fixed within the next hour or two." And with that she walks out leaving be somewhat blind. I'm most likely in a hospital... Okay, if I'm not in a hospital and there's a doctor here and it smells of medicine where could I be?
Just when I'm about to lay down because there's nothing else to do because I can't even see here to voices that belong to Christina and Marlene.
'Trisohmygodpleasetellmeyou'reokayifyou'renotokayi 'mgoingtofreakoutpleasetellmeyou'reokayyou'reokayr ight?" Christina squeals out, I can tell she started crying because she started choking on the last part of whatever she was saying.
"Umm, Christina I have no idea what you said." I feel like I'm talking to a five year old instead of a fifteen year old. "Repeat yourself a little bit slower."
Just when she's about to start talking again Marlene buts in. "Sorry Tris that's how Chris gets when she's either stressed out or completely worried. She basically said 'Are you okay?'"
I just smile still hearing the back round noise of Christina panting trying to catch her breathe. "Yes girlies I'm perfectly alright I just can't open my eyes for another hour or so." I say trying to calm her down.
Jeez these Allegiant girls seriously get freaked over nothing. Just then I her his voice.
"Well you call being in a coma for three days strait with out eating or drinking, and having the sixty-six percent chance that you might never recover your memories being perfectly alright?" He says disbelieving. "Well god Tris, your as tough as nails." He walks out slamming the door. Why the fuck did I say that?
"It's okay Tris he's just upset because he's blaming himself this happened to you." Marlene says taking my hand so I know that she's right beside me. "Though I wouldn't know why because weren't you just with your coach?"
"That's the thing Mar, he's feels bad because she turned her attention to him right when she was supposed to hit the bag because he walked into the see her cause he likes her.. duh." Christina explains to Marlene like it's common sense.
"I have no idea what you're talking bout Chris he does not like me." I says waving my hands up in distress. I'm tired of this conversation I lay my head back down on my really cushy pillow. Sleep finds me pretty fast and pretty easily.
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I got my eyes to finally open up after a while of just sitting and staring through black. Everything's still pale and spotty but Dr. Nijlpaard says it's only temporary. My mom said that she would've came to visit me but she didn't think I was going to wake up today so she took some more hours at work today. Then my Dad.. we've just been slowly drifting apart. He never treated me like he did Caleb, it's as if I'm not even his daughter. Sometimes I wonder if I'm not, but I know that's impossible my mother would never do that to him after she had Caleb. But then again I have non of his features I either have moms or no ones. I only have her nose and body shape. With my Curly red hair and freckles with emerald green eyes. (Guys I'm not stupid I do know how she really looks but again this is my story and I want her to look like this if you're that upset with it just ignore it and picture it different in your head. I always did that with Peeta and Simmon XD) Then there's of course that annoying piece of crap I'm forced to call my brother. I know I've only been friends with Uriah for not even a week but I already feel closer to him as a brother then I do Caleb. Like I know for a fact he'd get over me looking at a text and not leave me without a ride to school.
I continue sketching in my note pad that Lynn brought me because she said that even though I feel fine they're not going to let me go home for another day and I can't watch T.v because 'it's too much motion for my eyes to capture' ugh, give me a break. I first started out by drawling random shapes and doodles but figured if I do have to wait 24 hours of pure silence and nothingness I should at least try to take up as much time as I have and draw actual pictures.
I guess I'm a natural at art b/c I figured out how to do the right shading to make the object look 3-D and that it has a shadow. I drew some pictures of my Thai Bangkaew doggy named Mr. Biscuit. Then I drew harder more descriptive pictures like of Four and the 'crowed'. There's a knock on the door before a tall figure enters that I can't quite see clearly from my 'still adjusting' eyes. When he comes close I can see that it's Jake. … Just fantastic!
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