Devil Takes the Hindmost, chapter nine
A/N: Because I'm nice, I'm giving you this bonus chapter I already wrote! So, the deal is, if you give me at least ten reviews, I'll try my best to write four! How 'bout that?
BEATRICE'S POV
There's a strange light emanating from above. Voices with an eerie tone echo in my ears; I can barely understand what they say. Everything is a huge fuzzy blur. It's sort of nice actually. No more Tobias. No more dodgeballs. Maybe I'll stay here for awhile.
The lights up above have dimmed to a softer, bluer glow. The sticky smell of antiseptic registers. I realize then realize, there is a throbbing pain in my head. Like gigantic footsteps…BOOM…BOOM…BOOM…
I slowly raise my head, as my sweaty t-shirt clings to my skin. Taking slow deep breaths, my vision begins to clear, to reveal an image of peacefulness.
The calming colors of the infirmary are blue. A nice, soft blue. There are four white cots in front of me, all empty of victims. There are four tall window, all open, with pure white curtains billowing in the wind. To my left, lies a wooden door; the exit. Then to my right, I see Albert. He looks worried and his eyes are closed, but I didn't notice until now his fingers are interlocked with mine. "Al…"
He looks up at my confused expression, and his eyes widen in embarrassment. He frantically lets go of my hand, and rubs the back of his neck. "Oh, um…hi, Tris."
I smile slightly, and rub the palm of my hand against my shirt. "Hey, Al. It's Beatrice, not Tris."
We both sit awkwardly for a couple of minutes as his face gradually grows red. I'm not sure about mine, but he offers me a small glass of water. Downing it with one gulp, I wipe my mouth as I ask "How…how long was I out for?"
After a chilled moment of stilled silence, the answer I get shocks me.
"Two hours?!" I exclaim, finding my voice raw and scratched. He nods, looking down at his lap.
"Yeah, there were only going to take you to the hospital if it went on for four. I guess they won't have to."
"I can't believe it."
"Can't believe what?"
"Tobias will be laughing his ass off." I mumble "I swear, the no good, cheating , two faced will probably-"
I'm interrupted from my rant, to hear Al beginning to laugh. He laughs loudly, a deep and rich tone. He's losing it, I swear. I try to sit up, but spots appear in my vision. I suddenly fall back, glaring deeply at Al. I cross my arms, "What's so funny?!"
"You-you should have seen him after you got hit!" he says, calming down slightly. "What you're saying is wrong…he looked like he wanted to pummel Eric to the ground. But…he wanted to carry you here. " He trails off, looking shy. "I was already carrying you."
A warm blush spreads across my face as these two ideas overwhelm me. Tobias, wanting to help me? The ass cared for no one but himself! Why would he want to help me? Why? It's an entire mystery by itself. He was a good for nothing pretty boy, arrogant enough to think he could get any girl he wanted, and absolutely useless! Terrible, even!
But the other…Al carrying me…I remember what Christina had said, about Al keeping his eye on me. His statement did confirm what she said. She wasn't wrong. I look down, and then lie back, closing my eyes briefly.
"Tobias…did he want to help me?" I ask him, my tone slightly cross. Al, blushing furiously, nods. "I didn't need it."
"I know you didn't."
My head begins to throb again, so my eyes begin to shut once more. I fight it however, and Al's words begin to echo in my ears.
"Beatrice…you don't need Tobias…'cause you're smart and brave enough by yourself…but you can't fight alone…"
I'm snapped out of my reverie, to see his face close to mine, looking nervous. His voice had sounded somewhat alluring at first, but now they sound rushed and panicked. His eyes are wide with anticipation, and I feel my mouth open slightly. "Al…?"
"But you can't fight alone."
But before I can retort that I am strong enough, that I can, I feel a pair of lips crash onto mine. Moving passionately against mine, I don't fight…I can't fight. I can't.
He keeps kissing me, and his arms slide around my neck. After a moment, he pulls back, looking wide eyed, and looking in horror at the exit door. I crane my neck around to see what he was looking at, and that would be the last I would see of Tobias Eaton for a week.