Chapter 21
Tobias P.O.V
Tris' surgery took a total of six hours. They got her hemorrhage under control and repaired with no long term damage. She did have to have a few blood transfusion for all the blood she lost.
I finally place Abigail down in her little crib, wishing I didn't have to out her down. I rolled the crib close to Tris' bed. In hopes that when she wakes up, she can find comfort in knowing her daughter is safe and sleeping near her. I know the road we have in front of us will not be easy. Hell she thinks I will hurt her, that I can hurt her. She doesn't know that Abigail is really my daughter and not Eric's. I don't even know how to explain that to her. I know that I have to gain her trust first. Other wise why would she believe anything that comes out of my mouth. I need to show her, just like I promised that Abigail was taken care of and safe.
I moved the rocking chair closer to both of them, not wanting to leave to much space between the three of us. But I also don't want Tris to feel any more uncomfortable then she already has to be. I sit in the chair, glancing back and forth between Tris and Abigail. Thankful for the two girls that hold such a special place in my heart. No matter the circumstances, Tris is alive. She is alive and she gave me the best present I can ever ask for.
I see her starting to stir, I hope she isn't in too much pain. I try to remain in my seat, waiting for her to open her eyes. Remanding myself not to scare her any more that Eric has.
I swear, if I didn't already kill Eric, I would slowly kill him right this second. Probably cutting off his dick first.
Tris P.O.V
My eyes open slowly, and at first I forget everything that has happened. I forget how I even got here. Then I remember I was confronted by Four and Christina. They were both pleading with me, to allow them to take the baby and help me. I remember looking down and seeing the blood, fearing the worst. The last thing I remember was Four rushing to me.
The room is lightly lite. My eyes are finding it difficult to focus on anything, my vision is blurry. I close my eyes tight and try again. Then I see him, starring back to me. His chair close enough that I can reach out and touch him, he looks worried. I don't understand, why haven't he tried to kill me? Then I start to panic, the beeping on the monitor pick up. Where is my daughter? Did he hurt her? Is that why he is here to finish what he started?
"Hey, Hey shh. Tris calm down." He says sitting up, he places his hand on mine. He glances at the monitor, and concern on his face he glances back at me.
"Tris, please listen to me. You just came out of surgery. You need to stay calm. Everything is OK, I promise no one will hurt you." He says.
"Where's my baby?" I ask.
Watching him carefully. Then I see a slight movement, his other hand reaching out touching something next to my bed.
"Abigail, is right here. She is asleep in a crib. She is ok, just like I promised." He says not willing to move, trying to comfort me. I turn my head still keeping my eye on him. I glance quickly at my sleeping Angel in her crib.
"So am I suppose to thank you!" I barely get out, my throat is so dry.
He slowly stands up making his way to the sink, filling up a cup with water and grabbing a straw. He holds it up to my mouth. I hesitate to trust him. He may have poisoned the water for all I know. He sees my hesitation, letting out a frustrated sigh.
"You know if I wanted to hurt you, to hurt either of you, I would have already done it. Think about it." He says, still holding the cup.
I finally give in taking the cup of water. It feels so good, making it's way down my throat. When I'm done I hand him the cup and thank him. I watch him as he glides back to his seat after putting the cup down.
"No problem, let me know if you need anything else. I'm not going anywhere." He says. So confident.
"And why is that? What happened to me? Why are you here? Where is Eric?" I start asking.
So many questions flooding through my mind. Once again the beeping speeding up. Four notices the sound the same time I do, placing his hand back on my and with his thumb starts to message my hand with circular motions on my hand. It's strange the electrical jolt that I feel each time his hand touches mine.
"I know this is confusing for you. I'm sorry. But please, you have to remain calm. Breath in your nose slowly and out through your mouth, Tris. No one is here to cause you harm. I won't allow that." He says, tender in his voice.
If this continues, I think I will go mad with questions. "Just answer my questions. You not answering my questions, will make me more upset." I say.
"I don't know where to start." He admits, looking down at our joined hands. "You were hemorrhaging. Doctor said that it could have been from physical strain on your body. Judging from your face, I would say it was Eric's handy work. They repaired it, no long term damage. They also gave you a few blood transfusion. You lost a lot of blood." He says never looking up. "You could have..." He stops talking, standing up from the chair. His hand leaving mine. He starts to pace, evident that he is having difficulty with his own thoughts. Maybe he regrets attacking me?
"What are you doing here? I don't understand. Please tell me. If not then get out." I say sternly pointing at the door.
His expression changes to hurt at my words. I almost regret saying them, I don't understand why.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying here no mater what. I won't let you out of my sight again. I'm so sorry Tris." I says once again his eyes are pleading for forgiveness. His hand running through his hair.
"Are you trying to drive me crazy? Because you make no sense." I tell him.
"I know, I'm sorry. Let me start again." He says taking his seat back, but not before looking in on Abigail. I should feel creep out, but the expression he has when he looks at her is speechless.
"Nine months ago... I thought... oh jeez. How the fuck do I explain this?" He says bending forward resting his head in his hands. "Tris, Eric and David... they gave you some kind of serum. The serum made you flip me and Eric's roles in your mind. It made you think that you loved Eric, that Eric is Abigail's father." He pauses, struggling with words. He stands up deciding to take a seat on the side of my bed. Placing his hand back on mine. I haven't moved a muscle. I am even more confused now. "Tris, I thought you died nine months ago. We were on separate missions at the time, I went to Chicago and you stayed here. David shot you several times, and then faked your death." He says, our eyes making contact. "Jess, your nurse sent me a email telling me you were here."
I don't know what to think... I know I have been having dreams of Four, that really felt like memories. But on the other hand. I remember Eric always being there, always being loving and caring until we came here.
"You don't believe me." He says hurt written his face. He sighs and nods as if accepting my denial. "I guess, I wouldn't believe me either." He says with a chuckle.
The sound of Abigail starting to stir and fuss releases us from our conversation. I try to turn slightly and pain shoots through me. I wince in pain. Four notices, squeezes my hand lightly.
"Do you want me to call a nurse for more pain medication?" He asks.
"No, No, I'm OK. Just can't turn it's all. Can you hand her to me please. She must be starving." I say. Feeling guilty at the thought.
"Mm... I gave her the bottle twice already. If you are not up for it, I can get her another bottle. Let you rest." He offers.
"She took the bottle? But I have been nursing her?" I say disappointed at the thought.
"I know, but I'm pretty sure they wouldn't have allowed me to take her in the operating room and hold her to your boobs." He says with a chuckle. I can't help it, the mental picture makes me giggle at the thought.
"Thank you for taking care of her." I say appreciated for all his done. I can't imagine Eric doing anything for her.
"Of course, Daddy's little Angle!" He says picking her up with ease, cradling her in her arms. I notice he said Daddy's little Angel... I also notice that Abigail isn't fussing any more, she is more then content in his arms. I sit back pondering at this. When Eric picked her up, she wouldn't calm down, she fussed and squirmed until he put her back down.
"Did you just say Daddy's little Angel?" Needing to know what I heard was correct.
"Well yea, I am her father." He is so confident saying this.
"Eric's her father, I never... we never." I say pointing back and forth between us. But before he could respond I remember a dream I had. It felt so real, and the man wasn't Eric. It was Four.
"Tris, before the mission we did. Look at her eyes, their my eyes. Would you like a D.N.A test to prove I'm right." He says with a smile. The love he has for her written all over.
"Is this why you won't leave?" I ask. Things starting to make sense.
"Yea, I'm not going anywhere." He says smiling down at Abigail. "We'll figure this out, Tris. Together!" He hands me Abigail.
I want to deny him, some part of me saying he is lying. But how can I deny Abigail, her calm demeanor telling me she has a connection with Four. The feeling of electrical jolts when he touches me, the look in his eyes of love. Even my heart telling me that we belong together. I can not deny that!
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