The last thing I remembered before blacking out was Eric having to carry me down the stairs...carry me. Why?!
I honestly don't even know how I ended up where I am, lying on a hospital bed with a swirling migraine. My eyes remained closed. I didn't have the strength to open them, nor did I want to. In fact, every bone in my body felt like lead, and my blood like hardening steel. I was sure I was a mess, my hair and makeup probably wrecked, but for once that wasn't my biggest care. My biggest care was...how long have I been out?
About five minutes later, I heard some voices in the room, like murmuring. I wasn't able to make out anything said, but something told me that one of the voices belonged to...Four? Groggily, I opened my eyes a little, and was able to make out two figures standing at the foot of the bed. One appeared to be a nurse. She was a decently tall black woman, with short black hair that was flipped up at the ends. The other figure was Four. Why is he here?
"Oh! She's awake!" the nurse exclaimed, and walked over to me. Four just eyed me, and quickly looked away. Too bad I didn't have the strength to glare. "How do you feel?"
I tried to reply, but the only sound that came out was something between a groan and a scream. The hell?
The nurse nodded, as if she understood something I didn't. She placed a hand on my forehead. My cheeks flushed when I realized how sweaty I was.
"That medication will make you a little groggy afterwards," she said, feeling my cheeks.
I somewhat perked up at the word 'medication'.
"What medication?" I managed, and tried to sit up, but winced when pain shot through my skull.
"No, don't sit up," the nurse gently placed my head back on the pillow, "The migraine will go away eventually if you keep your head still."
"Why do I have a migraine?" I asked, "and what's the medication you gave me?"
"The medicine was meant to keep you out," the nurse replied, "I understand you had already passed out from blood loss, but we didn't want you waking back up while I was stitching your wound."
"You removed the bullet, correct?" Four broke in, looking up at the nurse. I saw no consideration in his eyes, but I did see some protectiveness...what?
"Why do you care?" I snapped.
"I did," the nurse and Four ignored my comment, which kind of pissed me off. I dug my nails into the sheets.
"Now," the nurse stood up and straightened her white jacket, "I'll just leave you two alone while that medicine wears off."
I nodded slightly. Wait...you two?
"He's the one who shot me!"
I wanted to say, but I held my tongue. Four couldn't hurt me here, not with nurses nearby...or so I think.
The nurse calmly exited the room, leaving me alone with Four. I laid my head back on the pillow and breathed out. I felt awkward under silence. I tucked my lips into a line and stared up at the ceiling. Maybe I could fall asleep…
"I'm sorry for shooting you," Four broke the silence sternly.
I sat up a little, ignoring the throbbing pain in my head.
"Why?" I knit my eyebrows as Four approached the side of the bed, staring down at me. He didn't look sorry, but he looked concerned.
"I shot you," Four replied, "Ugh, listen. The reason I-"
"Don't even," I cut him off, "It's fine, I guess. You don't have to explain anything."
"Well it's not fine," he snapped, "I shot you."
"I'll be alright," I rubbed my temples.
But Four wouldn't take no for an answer.
He cursed, and marched over to some kind of freezer in the corner. He then pulled out a crystal blue ice pack off of a shelf. Without even bothering to warm it up at least a little, he marched back over to me and firmly placed it on my forehead. My skin jumped, and my lungs expanded when I gasped.
"Oh shit!" I gasped, clawing at the mattress, "That's hella cold!"
"Suck it up," Four shot back, "It will warm up eventually."
"Eventually!" I squeaked, but Four placed a finger on my lips. He shushed me, and kept on shushing me, like how a mother would calm her sobbing child (or father in this case), except in a strict fashion. I widened my eyes in shock and tucked my lips in. I was seriously tempted to bite his finger, but I felt that that would just add fuel to his fire. I didn't want to add fuel to his fire. I felt it was fueled up enough.
About a minute had passed, and I was actually starting to grow tired again. The ice pack had warmed up, just like Four had said it would. The coolness of the frosty gelatin inside soothed my headache. It felt amazing. Four removed his finger from my lips and stopped shushing me, though he still held the ice pack on my forehead.
"I got it," I said softly, and lifted an arm and placed it on the ice pack, next to Four's hand.
"You sure?" he asked, but he removed his hand anyway.
I gripped the ice pack, and nodded. My migraine was doing a lot better now. I also felt more hyped up now that whatever-that-medication-was was fading off, though tired. Get what I mean?
"What about my ankle?" I asked.
As if on cue, the nurse walked back into the room and grinned.
"How thoughtful of you, Four," she awed.
How the hell was this a Dauntless nurse?
I swear to God I saw Four's cheeks heat up, but he stood up and turned away before I got a good look at him. He faced the nurse, away from me.
"Whatever," he snorted, "I need to get back to training initiates."
With that, he swiftly left, leaving the scent of sweat and cologne behind him.