Love on the Court

Chapter 21

TRIS POV

I'm so weak, I can't even open my eyes. I'm living in a world of darkness. I can't see. But I can hear.

But everything is a muffle, like a scarf has been tied around my ears.

I had a dream. But I can't tell if it's a memory or made up.

It was nice, though. Tobias, mother, father, I and a baby were crowded around a green tree, with gifts underneath. There was love spreading through the air; I could feel it.

May be that dream could be a reality.

If I'm not dead.

The voices around me become more clear.

Except, there's only one. But I can barely hear what it's saying. Not because of me, though. Someone's crying. I wish I could open my eyes, reach out that person and tell them I'm okay, but since I can't do that, I'm obviously not okay.

I really am trying to have enough strength to open at least one eye.

But its like I'm out of control of my body.

I feel much better than before. That's for sure.

When I'll wake up-that's the hard part.

How long have I been out?

Too long.

May be this is all a dream. Jamie never came to assault me and I'm at home lying in bed with Tobias.

I am a terrible liar.

By the time I get an eye open, it feels like its been infinity. Maybe I'm already fifty and Tobias already married.

I pop the other eye open.

I'm in a hospital. Of course.

No one's in sight.

I want to say something.

And I try.

But there's something on my mouth.

A breathing mask? My whole I never thought I'd need a breathing mask.

I blink a couple times. But I can't move, still.

Finally, Finally, someone comes in.

And they see my eyes open.

He lets out a breath, "Thank God"

That's all he has to say? Thank God?

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"Miss Prior has been injured mainly in her stomach, shoulder, spine, and face" the doctor says, as if he were listing out a grocery list. I don't like this doctor.

"How?" My mom is the one to ask.

"There were knife cuts on her stomach and shoulder. Spine, not sure yet. Face, punches and kicks.

I still can't talk and the doctor explained why.

I can't move and the doctor explained why.

To be honest I don't care why.

I just want to go back to one week ago.

One week ago, I was playing volleyball.

I was out for five days.

Shauna is taking my place.

Doctor said I won't be playing for a while.

My assaulter hasn't been found.

But I don't care.

The next few days are a blur. I can't talk. I can't move.

People just attend to my injuries for a couple days. I saw Tobias…..sometime. They never tell me the time.

"Tris"

He couldn't form sentences. He knew I could've died.

I wonder how he would've done with out me.

He would be fine. Right?

"Tris I love you" he would say, smiling. He would embrace me, though I couldn't back. Still too weak.

By then I can do facial expressions. Like smile, frown, stuff like that.

They actually came in handy, especially when I'm talking to people.

When Tobias said he loved me, I would smile to tell him I loved him too. He told me the story. He knew I was listening even if I couldn't say anything or move.

Turns out, my mom found me half-dead in the apartment, my kitchen, called 911, and I was being treated five minutes later. If they found me after more blood had spilled, I'd be dead.

Something murmured about too much blood loss.

Tobias played his first game while I was out.

I missed Tobias' first game, which he won.

I watched it over and over again. He was great, but worried. I could hear the reporter talking on the screen.

"Must be tough for him. His girlfriend's in the hospital for assault"

It was. And he told me.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you" he would say, "God, I must've cried for hours. I love you, you know"

I smile.

"If I lost you I just….." he clenches his fist, "Promise me you'll never lose me"

I nod.

He smiles, "Good job, love"

He leans down and kisses my forehead. A sweet, long, lingering kiss on the forehead.

Like he's tucking me in for bed at night.

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"Get better soon"

The words were tossed around the hospital so often that they became meaningless. Most of the time, it was in a monotonous tone, which meant it was automatic. They must've said it to each hospital patient.

I didn't know how many fans I had until I got fan mail.

I got thousands of "Get Better" Cards. Some were obviously made by kids, and some made by teen or adults.

Tobias read them to me.

A week after I woke up, I could speak. I went from oxygen mask to cannula; the little plastic tubes that wrap around your eyes and feed oxygen to your nose.

"Should we reply?"

I wasn't sure if I thought about that or just said it. Probably the latter.

He raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"

I cleared my throat, "Should we reply?"
He smiled, "You just spoke"

I nod.

"Tobias-"
He cuts me off by pressing his lips to mine. I kiss back, but not as passionately. I still can't move my arms and my spine aches when I move it.

I haven't felt this in forver, but God, was it good.

I wish life was as it was before.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIVERGENT! THIS VERY DAY 4/25 WAS WHEN DIVERGENT WAS PUBLISHED!
But it's almost tomorrow….. It's like 1 am where I am so your welcome.

I didn't edit, so sorry fro grammer mistakes (-LOL, grammar mistake ^.^)

ily,

Isi