Sorry I am a little late. Got in a little fender bender, I'm alright I was just really shaken up by the whole thing.
Thank you all who are reading, reviewing, or just plain enjoying.
There is a sharp sound coming from somewhere in the distance of my mind. It reverberates off the walls of my mind, making it nearly impossible to find the cause of it. The noise is incessant and steady, and giving me a major headache. I just want it to stop, to be quiet for just one second. Instead it steadily seems to grows closer and closer.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
My mind is a mess of images, but none of them make sense. Blue eyes. Black hair. Dark eyes. A crack of what sounds like a whip. And the tiniest whisper come back to me.
My eyes snap open and it feels like I am gasping for air. Have I been holding my breath? Everything is blurry and the lights are too bright.
"He's waking up," a deep voice comes from beside me but it sounds like they are underwater.
"Should I go get her?" A lighter voice asks from somewhere else in the room.
Who are they trying to get?
"No, not yet."
"She said if there was any change to let her know."
"I don't want to get her hopes up."
"Four?" The male voice asks me, his face suddenly too close for comfort. "Can you hear me?"
I want to say something, but it feels like my mouth has been plastered shut. A garbled sound comes from somewhere, and by the look of hope on the man's face I realize it must've been from me.
"Do you know where you are?" He asks, but I can only try to shake my head. My eyes flitting around the room trying to find something familiar.
The incessant beeping seems to be getting louder, and the man looks up at something behind me that I can't quite make out.
"Okay I need you to calm down. Everything is going to be alright." He tries to reassure me, but I can feel the panic rising in my chest.
Where am I? What is going on?
"I think we need to get her now."
"NOT YET!" He yells and I suddenly feel like I am being smothered.
Everything hits me like a ton of bricks. Images rush back to me as I remember the heavy loss of Tris' death that I constantly carried around. My dysfunctional relationship with my mother. The unexpected friendship I found in Christina. I remember the dreams, and my last confrontation with my family.
Is that who they are calling? Christina? Maybe my mother?
The idea of seeing either one of them at this point makes me want to run. Sitting straight up on the table I seem to be on I realize that I am hooked to multiple machines. My mind flashes back to my last flight down the Hancock building and I am pleasantly surprised at the lack of damage I seem to have sustained.
Or have I been unconscious long enough to heal?
"Four, I need you to lay back down." The male says, and I see just the tip of a syringe that he is trying to hide behind his back.
"Don't touch me with that!" I hear myself attempt to shout, although my voice cracks and comes out more of a whisper instead.
"Look at me Four. I need you to breathe. Can you do that for me?" He asks and I begin to see black spots dot my vision.
I am hyperventilating. My chest heaves in search for air. I don't understand what's happening, my system is on overload.
"Come on Four, breathe with me. I don't want to have to sedate you but I will."
Opening my mouth I force myself to take a huge gulp of air. The oxygen rushes to my brain that has been deprived too long and I immediately feel dizzy, my eyes rolling back into my head.
"I'm going to call her! She needs to be here for this!" The woman demands and for the first time I can see her. Her hair is blonde with dark streaks. She is standing with her hands on her hips and her mouth is formed into a tight line.
"Not yet, I can get him to calm down!"
"And if you can't, he may never wake up again. She needs to see him!" Her face is red with anger and she looks like a tomato that's about to burst.
"Fine! FINE!" He yells, rubbing one hand across his face in defeat. "But tell her to get here as fast as she possibly can. It looks like I'm going to have to sedate him."
I try to push my arms and legs against him. I don't want him to inject me. I don't want them to call whoever they are calling. I am almost certain now that it will be Christina, and I am feeling hurt by her betrayal. Hurt that she called my mother on me, whom she knows I struggle to not despise.
I try to fight off him off, but I am too weak and we both know it. I am frightened, especially since that girl seemed to believe I may not survive whatever is in the syringe.
"I'm sorry, I really am." He says softly, pressing his upper body down onto me to hold me still. I can almost feel as the plunger is depressed, the liquid spreading like icy fire throughout my veins.
"Wait!" A familiar voice calls out to us.
"Christina," I manage to mutter in an attempt to make her leave and for a moment I think I can make out the image of blonde hair before the blackness takes over.
I feel like the queen of cliffy's writing this story.
I hope you all had a Merry Christmas! What is everyone's plans for New Years?