EVERYTHING BELONGS TO VR
Chapter 23
When I wake up again, a machine beeps by my side. My eyelids feel too heavy to be opened so I lay there, feeling my torso contracting in pain as I breath slowly. Am I in a bed? In a hospital bed?
I moan in pain as I flutter my eyes open. It takes a moment for them to adjust to the white brightness in the room. Like my dream. I blink a few times before actually focusing my mind in one object. No, wait, one person.
It's my mother.
She's sitting beside me in what looks like a really uncomfortable chair. She's sound asleep and leaning against her own shoulder. Bags are under her eyes, like she hasn't been sleeping for days. I don't bother her and look around again.
The hospital room is rather nice with the light-brown walls and pale ceiling. A large window to my right gives me a beautiful view of the city. A small vase with flowers lies in the night table. In front of my bed, a sofa is filled with two teenagers snoring and sleeping.
Uri and Zeke.
They are leaning against the other and drooling on themselves. A sweet sight, really.
I lie still, listening to occasional beeping and focusing on my pain. I raise a hand carefully to my forehead and wince as I touch the thick bandage wrapped around it.
"…I end up collapsed in the windshield…"
I must have gotten the worst damage in my head.
Down, a cast is wrapping one of my wrists and a leg, from thigh to ankle. I move my head from side to side, trying to figure out where Tobias is. How is he? Is he okay?
Tears start to form in my eyes and I try to blink them away. I shouldn't be crying if I don't know how he really is. But what is he is worse than me? What if he doesn't remember anything?
What if he didn't make it?
I shake my head as I feel my heart speed up in fear and close my eyes. I can't believe that with only a few months of knowing him I can't imagine life without him.
"Tris? You okay? Does anything hurt?"
I open my eyes and find Zeke leaning over me; he has bags under his eyes and I feel the rush of guilt wash over because he hasn't been sleeping well because of me. I shake my head but then nod.
"Everything hurts," I mutter. He is about to call a nurse when I ask him to stop. "But I don't care. Where's Four? How is he?"
He smiles sadly at me and sits by the end of the bed, the side where my good leg is.
"He is still asleep. Doctors say he will wake soon." He presses his lips before continuing. "He is in worse shape than you, though."
I nod once as the tears form again.
"I need to see him, Zeke," I say as I start to rise from my lying position. Pain. In my ribs, in my back, in my arms; in all my torso.
My brother quickly comes up and pushes me back gently.
"You have too many bruises, Trissy. Nothing broken but real damage."
"But I have to—"
"Tris? You up?" A sleepy Uriah asks. He slowly walks towards me and tries to smile. "How are you feeling?"
"I…I hurts…but I…" I take a deep breath. "I want to see Four."
Uriah looks to Zeke and he looks back then look back to mom. The woman is still sleeping in the chair soundly, her hair a mess of curls. She looks like she hasn't been sleeping for a while.
"How long was I out?" I ask.
"A day." Zeke answers and kisses my forehead sweetly. "We missed you."
"We were so freaking worried, Tris. Do you know what it's like to get a call, saying your sister has been in a crash because an idiot was drunk and hit her and her boyfriend? It scares you, Beatrice, it really does." Uriah mutters. "We got here as the ambulance delivered you two. You wouldn't wake up and I…" He falls silent. "I thought we would lose you."
"But we didn't." Zeke interferes as he walks towards Uriah and hugs him. "And now the four of us are going to solve this, okay? And Tris will get better and so will Four."
"Five of us," I correct him and both of them look at me, confused. "Don't forget Dad. I dreamt with him all this time."
Uriah smiles at me before getting closer and kissing my head. Then he rubs his eyes.
"I need coffee." And with that, he leaves to the cafeteria.
"I need to call Christina. She rudely asked me to call her as soon as you woke up. She wants to come with the rest of the gang."
Zeke walks out to the corridor with his phone in hand and I'm left to deal with my pain, and the immense wish of seeing Tobias.
When Uriah comes back, he is pushing a wheelchair as silently as he can.
"What the—" I'm stopped when he raises a finger to his mouth, saying 'shut up' and then points to mom. The woman moves a little but doesn't wake up.
Zeke quickly closes the door behind him after looking trough the corridor twice. And I get it. They are going to get me out of the room.
"Tris, this will hurt, but you need to accept it and shut up, okay?" Zeke whispers and I nod.
Uriah passes an arm trough my bruised back as Zeke does the same but in the other side. My oldest brother leans and carefully takes the upper part of my leg, the one in the cast, so it's fully stretched and stiff. I need to shut my eyes and bite back the sob that wants to escape. They walk me as quickly as they can to the wheelchair and drop me softly. I cry a little before cleaning my face with my wrist.
"Great," I mumble. "Now take me to Tobias."
…
Tobias' room is in the upper floor. Uriah pushes the wheelchair softly. No nurse or doctor asks where are we going and no one has come to chase us.
Nobody is in his room when Zeke checks.
"I'm going down to stay with mom in case she wakes up and freaks out." Uriah says. "Zeke will stay and walk around so he can take you back or someone comes."
I nod. "Thank you, guys." I say to them and they smile.
"Break a leg in there, Trissy." Uriah answers happily, then looks at my leg and frowns. "Sorry."
I smile at him and push myself in. They close the door behind me.
I cover my mouth at the sight before me.
Tobias' once handsome face is covered in bruises (just as I think mine must be), the biggest one covering his closed eye with a disgusting shade of purple. One of his feet is in a cast, but only from toes to calf. His right arm is in a cast too and I can see bandages peeking up from his hospital gown. His head is bandaged as well. His skin looks oddly pale and yellow.
I slowly push myself to his side in the stupid wheel chair. I reach and take his left hand in mine and plant small kisses over his cold fingers. It breaks to see him here, and I can't but feel that is my fault.
I end up with my forehead on his mattress and both of my hands clasping his. I know I'm crying but, who cares at this point? If I hadn't suggested visiting my dad we wouldn't have ended here. Tobias wouldn't have ended here.
"I'm really sorry," I whisper to him but don't have a response back.
There's a knock on the door and Zeke's head pops in.
"Sorry to interrupt but mom's up."
…
He pushes me back to my room as I let myself cry silently. When we enter, our mother is sitting in my hospital bed with an exhausted/worried look on her pretty face.
"Beatrice," She calls me when I enter and I try to look away from her.
My brothers help me up to the bed and I don't bother to stay silent. I moan loudly as I lean against the old pillow.
"How could you do this?" Mom scolds them. "She is in pain, she doesn't have any kind of painkiller in her system, and you had to ask before doing this. Where did you take her anyway?"
"I wanted to see Four," I answer for them. "I wanted to see how he is."
"Tris, you need to wait before doing something like that." She tries to smile. "But you never wait, do you? How are you feeling?"
"Worse and worse." I answer honestly. "Everything hurts,"
Mom reaches down and kisses my forehead. "It'll get better, Tris." She reaches behind me to press a red button, the one that calls a nurse.
"I am sorry, Mom. I didn't mean what I said and I'm sorry." I whisper.
"You meant it because you said it. But I get it, Tris. And I'll be here to help you solve everything out."
"Really?" I look up to her and she nods.
"Really."
A/N: Hello, it's me. I was wondering if after all these years you'd keep reading my fanfic.
Hiii! How are you all my FourTris shippers? I stink, I know. But, you know how life gets in everything and you know, I'm not planing on leaving this fic.
Feedback and reviews are appreciated
Also, if you celebrated Christmas, I hoped you had an amazing one. And, of course, happy 2016! I know 2015 it's not over yet but I won't update until' next year so, have a happy New Year.
I love you, *virtual hugs and kisses*,
—Tris