Oohhh, so last time, Tris had gotten shot. How does Tobias feel? Read to find out!
Chapter 5:
Tobias' PoV:
He couldn't feel. But at the same time he couldn't do anything but feel.
The tingly feeling in his fingers, that always appeared when he was starting to panic were there, and he exhaled. He took a couple of deep breaths, and placed his head in his hands. He had to calm down, or they would throw him out. And he couldn't leave her.
After the episode with Eric, he had carried her to Candors hospital floor. Luckily for him, there had been a doctor, working late hours and who hadn't heard the sound of the fighting many floors downstairs. As soon as she had seen Tris, she had gone into a professional mode. She had ordered him to lay her on the bed, and then she had gently, but determinedly pushed him away. He had just stood there, at the end of the bed and watched as the doctor ripped apart her shirt, so she could get a better look at the wound. Tobias hadn't been able to help himself, but stare at the wound. He knew enough about this to see, that the position was bad. Really bad. The bullet had hit between two ribs, and now it was stuck. It might be the cause of major eternal bleedings too. He went to the other side of the bed, and sat down. If he didn't, he was afraid that his legs would give out on him.
No. this wasn't real. It couldn't be. Tris was his only family. She had been depressed lately, and it had made him frustrated. He hadn't meant it when he had told her that he would leave her. He could never do that, but she had looked at him like something inside her broke even more, and then walked away. It was why they had been apart when the attack had happened. That's why they might be apart for ever. He pressed a bloody hand against his mouth, trying to hold back a loud sob. He couldn't see anything before him but her. The outline of his vision was blurry, and it took him a little to realize why. He was crying.
Usually he would have been embarrassed, and turned away to wipe them away, but right now he didn't care.
The feelings hit him hard again. They came in waves, one second he would feel sad, afraid, angry, and the next he would feel nothing. Completely empty.
Hours passed, and the doctor came in and out of the room. She was the only one awake, so she couldn't get help form anywhere else. Tobias could see how tired she was, and felt a sting of empathy for her. She wouldn't be here if it weren't because of Eric. Again he felt the anger boil inside of him. Tris had only attacked Eric because of him. Eric had insulted him, and it had made her mad. Really mad. Again he reached out and took her hand. The doctor had put her on life support, and the way she inhaled and exhaled freaked him out. It was so forced.
He tried to ignore how cold her hand was.
Tris had just returned, after the doctor had made him carry her into an operation room, where she would remove the bullet. She no longer needed to be in life support, but she wouldn't wake up. She had been in the operation room for more than two hours, and he remembered every single minute of it. He couldn't leave the room. He didn't even want to. Zeke had come in a couple of times, trying to get him to come eat and sleep with the others, but he had rejected without even looking at his best friend. After a couple of try's, he had gotten so frustrated with Zeke for not understanding that he needed to stay, that he had punched him. The usually so calm and cool Four, had lost it at his best friend. After that Tobias had gotten a warning, that if he did it again, he would be banished from the room, and Tris' side. That couldn't happen.
Again he looked down at her. She was pale, and her clothes were dirty. The bags under her eyes seemed darker than usual, and he couldn't hold the fear off. What if she died? What would he do?
He had no idea. Once again Tobias looked at the heartrate monitor, just to check that everything were as it should be. He felt a tiny breath of relief, when it showed a steady, calm rhythm.
Suddenly, the doctor returned, and he looked up at her. She looked incredibly tired.
Tobias cleared his throat, and realized that he hadn't said a word in hours. He usually weren't the talkative type, but this was extreme. The doctor looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"umm, if you want, you can go home and sleep. I know a little about machines and the human body, so I can look after her." He said. She looked at him for a moment, then she smiled. "That is a very kind offer young man. But there are no other doctors right now, and if an emergency happens, you will need a doctor, or she will die." The word die hit him in the face harder than a car. He looked down at the floor, and then nodded. No matter much he wanted to be alone with Tris, he wanted her to live more. Hell, he wanted her to live more than anything. He turned around quickly, and saw that it was Christina. In all his misery, he still felt a dash of annoyance. "What are you doing here?" he asked her. Her sad, broken face changed in a matter of seconds, and she crossed her arms. "Well, for the record, you are not the only one allowed to see Tris, and I'm worried about her." He poured all of his buckled up emotions out over Christina, and a small part of him felt guilty. "Well, you should be! She haven't been awake for hours! She have been unconscious since she got shot, and I am hella fucking worried! And the doctor sais that if she doesn't wake up in two days, she's gone. GONE, Christina!" instead of yelling back at him, she looked at him with a curious look on her face. "When was the last time you slept, Four?" her question knocked him out of the situation. "umm… yesterday? I don't know, I lost track of time."
She smiled a tiny smile. "Go. Go sleep. I'll watch over her, I promise. You will be the first to know if she wakes up." He was about to protest, when Christina added "and, you can't help much in the state that you are in right now." That shut him up. She was right. He couldn't help Tris in the state he was in right now.
After a couple seconds of thinking, he nodded. She looked relieved that she didn't have to fight him over it. He went over to Tris bed, and kissed her on the lips. She was cold, but not dead cold. He stroke her forehead, and whispered into her ear; I love you.
Then he got up, and left the room. When he reached his own apartment, he immediately took a shower. The sticky feeling of Tris blood was all out of a sudden too much for him, and he got into the shower as the first thing.
Then he put on his pajamas, and the moment his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep.
It wasn't because he slept easily. In his dreams, he kept seeing the scene where Eric's bullet his her in the side. How the blood had pooled up underneath her. But he was too tired to wake up from it, and it wasn't before someone shook his shoulder violently, that he woke up to the sound of a female voice calling his name. "Four, wake up!" he saw short, black hair.
I am so, so sorry that it took me so long to write this chapter, but I have been crazy busy the past few days! The next chapter we will be following Christina and Tris' fate will be revealed. Will she live, or will she die? That is a mystery.
I will write the next chapter as soon as I can, but I cant promise that it will be out before in a week. I'm sorry guys! That was all for this time! - Karla.