Chapter 14 Tris POV
I wake up to a buzzing. My phone. I quickly answer it.
"Hello?" I say.
"Hi, Is this Tris."
"Yes."
"Okay. This is doctor Matthews. (In my story she's nice) I'm calling you because of Matthews condition. He has several broken ribs, arms, legs, and vertebras. He is in a coma and we predict he will wake up soon. I'm sorry about Matt." Doctor Matthews says softly.
"Okay. Am I aloud to come in with someone?" I ask.
"You just need to ask his parents about that."
"Okay. Thank you for everything bye." I say and hang up quickly because the tears that were in my eyes are now spilling over. Then I start sobbing. I never asked dr. Matthews if he will live.
Christina shifts and wakes up. She sees me and pulls me into a hug. "Did the doctor call yet?" She asks I nod and tell her in between sobs. "Tris, I'm sure he will be okay." She says. I hope he will. I don't want him to remember the pain that's too much. I think it will hurt me worse than it will hurt him. He's my best friend and I don't know what I will do without him.
"You know what you need?" Christina asks.
"What?" I say sniffing.
"You need Zeke to bring you to the hospital to see Matthew."
I nod and Christina pulls out her phone to call Zeke for me. While she calls Zeke I call Matthew's parents and ask if I can bring Zeke. They say to bring anyone I need to make it less emotional. I tell them I'm sorry about what happened to Matthew and they say they are sorry that I got cancer. I say bye and they do to.
I go in the bathroom and wash my face. I throw my beach wavy hair into a messy bun. I grab a pair of sweatpants and put those on. There's a knock at my bathroom door and I open it to be pulled into a tight hug by Zeke. I wrap my arms around his waist and burry my face in his chest. He smells so good. We stay there just like that for 5 minutes before we both pull apart.
He hands me one of his sweatshirts. I put it on and he smiles. I go to my closet grab my Jordan retro 5's. Zeke has the same ones on. Cute. "Hey, Trissy, I'm sure Matthew will be okay. He's as tough as nails. Ten times as tough as me." Zeke says and pulls me into another hug while kissing my head. We just stand there in the door way hugging until Caleb comes over.
I separate from Zeke and Caleb pulls me into a hug. He always can read what's on my mind so I don't have to tell him. Caleb separates and Zeke grabs my hand. We lace our fingers together and walk down stairs to the kitchen and then out to the car. I can hear Caleb telling my parents.
I get in the passenger side of my Ferrari and Zeke gets in the driver side. He puts one hand on my knee and keeps it there the whole ride.
"Thanks Zeke. It means a lot to know that you understand he's my best friend." I say almost starting to cry again.
"You're welcome Tris. If it means a lot to you then it means a lot to me. I love you Tris and I hate seeing you down like this." He says and takes my hand in his.
I kiss his cheek and say "I love you too Zekey Poo. You're so good to me."
He laughs and says "I know I'm good to you Trissy Poo, and it will just get better from here on."
Then we pull into the hospital. He gives me a look that says 'ready.' I nod and we get out. Zeke wraps his arm around my waist and keeps me close as we walk through crowds of people. We get to the front desk and ask for directions.
Me and Zeke walk down a hallway to get to the elevator. We click the up button and shortly the elevator comes. He lets me go in first. We press the tenth floor to where Matthew is. We are in the elevator alone. I look up at Zeke to find him looking at me. I smile and cup his face pulling it down to mine. We pull apart when we hear the ding telling us it's time to get off.
We walk through the hallway and find his room. We go in and I sink down against Zeke's body but he just pulls me up into a hug. He carries me over to Matthew and I grip his hand. It's cold and stiff.
Then doctors come in to run the tests that they do hourly to make sure he is okay. He is perfectly fine. Zeke carries me back over to Matthew when the nurses are done and I take Matt's hand again.
