IMPORTANT A/N!
A/n- Hey everyone! I'm posting this a day early because I'm going to be extremely busy tomorrow because it's my sisters' birthday and I have a lot of school work. And also, there will be no chapter for 'Effulgent' until Friday because I do not have those chapters prewritten and with my hand injury, I can barely type. Sorry for all the problems but I hope you enjoy!
Last of Us- Chapter 10
I'd always wondered what it'd be like to be blind, to deaf. What kind of separation you'd feel from the society. How different you'd be. I get a sense of what that's like now, all I hear are distant voice, and the sound of beeping machines. I try to stay awake enough to listen in to the voices, but it doesn't work, and I'm drawn back under to my dark abyss.
This time when I awaken, I'm more aware. I can finally pry my eyes open, but barely and I only leave them open for a second before immediately closing them. The walls, which are painted a bright white, blinded me. I result to just listening. The steady beep of the machine beside me is constant, and easily tuned out, but the voices that I once tried listening to are now gone. I again, attempt to pry my eyes open, fighting against the light. After several minutes of opening and closing my eyes, then squinting, I finally get to keep them open, taking in the surroundings around me. I find the bright white walls again, that once blinded me, and now find that the baseboards of the walls are dingy, and yellow looking. I look around me, my eyes then finding the flickering yellow light above me, covered by a broken, plastic sheet. All in all, the place is run down, but they potentially saved my life, so I don't care. I recall what happened in the truck with Zeke. The mountain, the dance, the kiss. It all comes back at an alarming rate, and I sit back in the bed to try to settle down some. No sooner my eyes flutter shut, not to sleep but to think, I hear a shuffle to the left of me. I turn to see Tobias there, shuffling in the stiff looking chair as he awakens. He looks towards me after his eyes fully open, then widening when he finds me. Tobias practically flies out of his chair to my side, he wraps me in a hug and I groan a bit. He quickly backs off but doesn't leave my side, "Sorry" he mumbles, as an apology, when really there wasn't one needed. I only shrug leaning my head back once again. "How're you feeling?" he asks, and I shrug again. I don't know how I'm feeling, I haven't assessed that yet, and honestly, I'm quiet scared to. You don't feel like anything wrong with you if you think as if it's true. It's then, when I try to find something to focus on something other than pain, when I notice how extremely close his hand is to mine, his fingers strategically placed between mine, and his hand in my hair, combing through it with his fingers.
"So-so… I guess" I say, and I realize how ragged my voice sounds. My throat dry and rusty feeling. "How long have I been out?" asking the question, I immediately regret it. I don't want to know, and if he's been anything like he is now, I wouldn't want to have to make him think about it. He looks like he ponders on the question, which is never a good thing. I wiggle a bit in the hospital bed, and feel a pain in my rib, which worries me, but I'm almost positive that it's nothing more than what the doctors already know about.
"About three days" he says, not allowing emotion to drip through. I wish I could say that he really did feel something, but I'm not so sure. I feel his fingers slide closer to my hand, but I don't dare look down to our hands, that are now loosely laced together. "I was so worried about you" he whispers, and I feel his hot breath on my cheek as I close my eyes. His other hand that once was in my hair now lays on the side of my face, cradling it, and I lean into it. His face gets closer, but a thought comes to me that I couldn't possibly suppress. But then his face comes closer, and I find a new possibility. My eyes close for a second, then open again to find him staring at me intently, and I become nervous. "What?" I ask sheepishly, my cheeks turning a dark shade of red. I look away from him, but no sooner I do, he pulls my face back towards him. Tobias shakes his head a bit, mostly to himself before answering. "Nothing," he whispers. "Absolutely nothing"
Staring for another few seconds more, before finally making some kind of move. He inches his face closer to me, our lips touching just barely as he whispers the final words. Then he kisses me, and as cliché as it is, sparks fly. It is everything I expected, and nothing like what I expected all at the same time. It was unexplainably amazing. Though it was soft and gentle, he pulls his mouth away from mine for a spare second, both of us dragging in a deep, raged breath, before he presses his lips back to mine again, firmer this time. I let my arms wrap around his broad shoulders, pulling him down to me a bit, letting him know that it's okay. To tell him that I'm okay with what we're doing even though I'm not, as if I can stop it. My hands run across his shoulders, feeling the firm muscle beneath his thin t-shirt, which makes me wish that it wasn't there. His one hand, which once was entangled with mine, makes its way up my bare up, and up to my shoulder which is covered on by the plastic-like hospital gown I'm wearing. His hands slide down the sides of my chest, which makes me become nervous, but they move further down, settling on each side of my waist, massaging my stomach a bit with his thumbs. I told myself before it even started that I wasn't going to allow this, and look where we're at now. Making out in a hospital bed in a world surrounding us that is inevitably falling apart. I play with the ends of his hair, which has only grown out maybe an inch, but I like it short. I feel him shuffle a bit as he slides his shoes off before he places his knee on the edge of my bed, getting impossibly closer to me. But I like his warmth. His tongue swirls across my bottom lip, asking for entrance but I pull away. Partially because I don't want to take it too far, too fast, and partially because I can't breathe and my ribcage began aching. He pulls away too, staring at me intently, his eyes darker than what they once were only minutes ago.
We both breathe, and I wince at the sharp pain around my stomach, only allowed to take shallow breaths. His hand finds my hair again, tangling through it again, pulling a bit, but not hard, while his other remains on my waist. My hands still entangled around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair out of habit. I finally catch my breath enough to where it's steady, and I'm the first to talk, but its worry that bubbles inside of me. "Please tell me that you're not just doing this because of what you saw between Zeke and I the other day, or just a replacement for Lauren" I ask, pleadingly, suddenly out of breath once again. "Please," I whisper. His eyes widen for second at my accusation, but he looks at me again. Before answering, he presses his lips to mine once again, gently, and only for a second or two.
"This isn't about Lauren" he begins, skipping what I said about Zeke, which worries me. "I realize that what happened to her was her own fault, and I can see now how ignorant she was. I'm not sure why I was so blind to that when she was alive, because what I had for her wasn't love. And I also have to apologize. I shouldn't have blamed you for what happened to Lauren, I knew that it wasn't your fault, I always knew that. I guess I was just looking for someone to blame, and that shouldn't have been you. I'm truly sorry Tris" he says, and I see the tears come to his eyes. This is the first time I've ever seen him even remotely cry. He leans up to me again, pressing his lips to mine for only a second, and when he pulls back, the tears are gone, and are replaced with a certain look. Almost, jealousy. "As for Zeke. I can't say that I'm not doing this now because of him, but not for the reason you think. When I saw you and Zeke, kissing in the hall the other day, I don't know… I got jealous." He says it was a certain disgust that makes me believe it. "I heard you say that you'd give him a chance and that broke me. I'm not sure what else was said, but then I watched you guys just run off together, how he made you laugh, and I wanted to be that guy. I'm not doing this to try to make him jealous or angry, if you tell me no, by all means that is your right. It was my fault for taking so long to figure out what I wanted. But I'm doing this because I feel like this is right. And I love you, even though I've tried not to" he finishes, remaining calm between his words. I wish I couldn't forgive him, I wish I could just love Zeke, and hate Tobias for what he did to me, but I can't. And someone is going to get hurt in the end.
I let my mind wander for a few minutes, raking my mind for the right words to say even though there are none. I am absolutely speechless. "Promise me something" I whisper, trying to change the subject a bit. Now he sits on the edge of the bed, his shoes slipped back on, and his hand playing with mine, swirling around the palm of my hand, tickling me, and playing with my fingertips a bit. He nods, allowing me to continue as he stares at me intently once again. "Promise me that we'll take it slow, make sure it's right and that we'll keep it quiet for a while, just for us because it'd be nice to have something special." I whisper, sitting up in my bed some, so we're close again, our chests almost touching. His fingertips still trailing up and down my stomach and waist, sending shivers through my spine, and I leave my arms hanging across his shoulders, pulling us closer. "I told myself that I wouldn't love anyone after this all happened, but I can't keep myself from you. I can't keep myself from the only thing that I've ever really wanted, even when they didn't want me" I whisper, mostly to myself, than anyone else. But I know he heard me.
He nods to me, staring off in the distance, somewhere behind me and I know he's agreeing with me. "I promise you." He whispers back to me. And we sit there for another while in each other's silence, enjoying being wrapped up in each other. "By the way," he begins, leaning closer to my ear with a silly grin across his face now. As he leans closer, I feel his hot breath on my ear and across my neck, and I suddenly wish we were completely alone right now, his lips back on mine. "This wasn't how I imagined our first kiss, but I liked it" he whispers, then pulling away with a glint in his eye. I bit my bottom lip, my cheeks turning redder than what they already were and I look away. He hooks his finger around my chin, causing me to look him in the eyes again, which are now serious. "That's a good thing. And you're beautiful by the way" he says, which makes my shade nearly as red as a tomato by now but I can't help when my lips turn up a bit in a shy smile.
We sit there again in silence, which is soon broken by a knock at the door. I sit back some, my head lying against the bed, but Tobias doesn't move, his hand still gripping mine, firmer now. Not giving us a moment to reply after the knock, a girl walks in. I say a girl, but she's a woman, just short and petite. She has long pale blonde hair, almost like mine but more white, almost like a ghost. Her skin is pale, her cheeks a cherry colored pink that makes her look like a child, but her smile is wide and bright despite being in a place like this. It even makes me want to smile a bit. She comes up to me, holding her hand out, and I shake it gently. "Hi, I'm Marlene Waters, I've been your doctor and caretakers for the past couple days. We can assess your injuries here in a moment, but we first we must talk with-" she says, a smile remaining, and her voice gentle and feather like. She is interrupted by Max walking in, along with a badly injured Eric, and woman with a clipboard who looks like she's swallowed a textbook. "Hello Beatrice-" Max begins, but I quickly interrupt him, the usage of my full name enraging. The sight of him enraging me.
"It's Tris" I mutter through gritted teeth, angry. I feel Tobias' thumb wash over the top of my hand, soothingly, as I try to calm down. "Ah, Tris" he mutters, and I find the girl with fake glasses rolling her eyes at me. "Well, I came to notify that you will be evicted from Dauntless at the soonest opportunity" I try to interrupt him, but I choke on my own words, speechless once again, so Max continues. "Wandering the halls, entering prohibited areas of the compound, tardy to your duties, assaulting one of our own Dauntless leaders, then stealing a truck and destroying it" I go to deny the final claim, but that would require throwing Zeke under the bus. I feel as if I've hurt him enough as it is, so I remain silent. "Why, Ms. Prior, you haven't been awake here in Dauntless for even a day. How is it that you've created so much havoc that you're lucky to even be alive?" He asks, and I almost want to grin at what he's calling me. A havoc, reckless, irresponsible. All the things I've wanted to feel since this all started. "Ms. Waters will assess your injuries, and give you the minimal amount of bed rest where you will remain in this room with a twenty four hour watch, then escorted out at the earliest opportunity. Thank you" he speaks formally, which I despise, but a laughs bubbles inside of me as him, Eric, and his nerd go out to the door.
I laugh as I speak, "I love how you feel so threatened by a sixteen year-old girl. Better sleep with your eyes open" I whisper evilly to them as I laugh. I feel as if I've truly gone mad. The laugh settles down as they leave and I feel my chest begin to pound harder. The thing wrapped around my chest that takes my heart rate causes a faster beeping on the machine above me, and I become dizzy. The objects in front of me become blurry. Tobias becomes blurry, and the world starts spinning. I close my eyes, then open them again, trying to regain my vision with no success. I close my eyes again, keeping them that way, then I allow the beeping, and the voices to fade away. The light that once peered through my closed eye lids now gone, as I fall back into my peaceful deep sleep again.
A/n- So I guess there's not much to say since I'm writing this about two weeks in advance, but how 'bout that FourTris though, ey? So, can I get some good reviews for this chapter? I will be having another contest (I guess that's what I can call it) this Thursday, so be prepared for that and yea, thanks for reading.
P.S. I have a question for ya'll, does anyone watch Eye Candy? I do and I freaking love it! So, I guess I just want to know if anyone loves it as much as I do. (I doubt it) Lol. Okay, I'll stop talking now.