The next few hours were a whirlwind.
I remember Caleb's arm around my shoulders as the world began to spin. Him racing me down the halls to the infirmary, having to carry me halfway since I had lost all feeling in my lower body, the blank eyes of the bureau workers following us as we ran.
And then nothing.
I awake to a fuzzy feeling in my head and a dull throbbing in my side. My eyes flicker open, squinting as bright white light floods my vision. After a few blinks, my eyes adjust and I find myself in the infirmary, laid on a bed with drips attached to my hand; flowing drugs into my body. And I'm wearing a flimsy cotton gown. Instinctively my body tenses, unsure of what has happened in the time I was unconscious.
"Tris."
The heart monitor begins to speed up, high pitch beeps ringing in my ears causing my heart to race even more. A blurred face looms in front of me.
Christina.
I can feel my throat tightening with ever quickening beep, restricting the air to my lungs causing me to wheeze. Christina. She's here. Safe. She grabs my wrist and grips tightly and gently at the same time, attempting to control my hysteria. The throbbing in my side builds, slamming into me like a sledgehammer.
"Tris you need to calm down." Two men in white coats swarm the room, quickly pulling out clipboards and grabbing needles filled with a colourless liquid. Christina's grip on my wrist tightens, becoming almost painful.
"Her BP is rising."
"Inject 10ml of anaesthetic."
They bark orders at each other, circling the room in frenzy. A lady in blue comes in and quietly talks to Christina whose grip on my wrist loosens. She stands her eyes teary and strokes my hair before she leaves. I panic, my body trembling as Christina walks out, her eyes never leaving mine until the door swings shut when she turns and runs. I try to sit up but can't; finding myself paralyzed. I panic. But suddenly he is there, the man. A white mask covering his mouth as he breaths words that make no sense to me, the escalating beeps invading my mind. A sharp pinch digs into my left hand, pulling at my veins. Christina. The room begins to fade, the throbbing disappears. A muffled shout echoes through from the hallway followed by numerous thuds. My eyes travel slowly to see a figure banging on the blocked door, desperate to get in. I breathe in a sharp intake of breath as I recognise the firm build and broad shoulders.
And then nothing.