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Chapter 2
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Tris' POV
TWO YEARS LATER
I signed in with the receptionist, taking a seat in the waiting room. I open the closest newspaper near me. I can't help but press my lips together as I read yet again another accusation against the Abnegation. Just another reason why in the Erudite eyes, Abnegation shouldn't have the honor of running our society.
My eyes glare at the picture of Marcus, the leader of Abnegation. I still remember the burn from his belt in Tobias' fear landscape. The anger in his eyes for his son, the fear Tobias had for him. He has the whole city including the faction that he runs fooled. I, on the other hand, was not so fooled. Although I could have never thought how cruel he truly could be… I knew there was more than meets the eye. I fear when the truth comes out, how much Abnegation will burn for his sins.
"Tris," the nurse calls out for me at the double doors. I stand more than willing to get this over and done with. Being an ambassador for my faction, I'm required to perform a yearly physical test. A test that every female has grown to hate and regret.
The first time I had to do the required exam, I fought it the best I could. I didn't see the point of a typical pap smear when I have never been intimate with another person. But rules are rules and although I am Dauntless now… Some things I have learned you just can't fight. Not if I want to continue my career as an ambassador.
"Right this way." The nurse says, gesturing for me to follow her. I stand to the side for a moment, letting another nurse with a chart come out first before I follow my nurse.
"Christina." The nurse with the chart calls out. Causing me to pause and look back into the waiting room. It's then that I see her stand, we make eye contact for the first time in almost two years since Will's funeral.
They say that time heals all wounds…. But I don't believe that for a minute as we glare at each other. Obviously our hurt feelings haven't been mended, not even an ounce. A part of me wants to look away, stare at anything but her. I know it was my fault, there is no doubt about that. It was an accident, of course, but it was still my doing. But it was also her doing what she did after Will's death that rubbed the salt deeper into the wounds. I know for a fact, I will never be able to forgive her like the way she could never forgive me.
"Tris." She says, her voice colder than ever as she strides past me.
"Christina." I return her greeting with the same cold voice. That's it, no other words are said, no other looks at each other. We just simply walk behind our nurses and into our separate rooms. I try not to think about what doesn't matter, the things I can't change or control.
The nurse hands me a sterile cup to enter the bathroom with. I roll my eyes thinking of the unnecessary tests they need to run on me. Checking for the usual STD's and pregnancy… Something I obviously wouldn't have,
"Once you're done. Go ahead and change into this…. Underwear and bra off please. I'll be back with the doctor." She says, her hand on the door knob she waits for a confirmation from me. I nod, not saying a word as she leaves. I sigh, going into the private bathroom to relieve myself in the cup. I place the cup on the counter, above a napkin before I begin to strip myself of my clothing. Afterwards I sit awkwardly in what has to be the most uncomfortable paper gown there ever could be. My hands sit in my lap patiently as I can as I await my fate. Not too long after there is a knock on the door as the nurse comes in with her chart. She sits down on the rolling stool as she explains the Doctor will be in momentarily and that she has the usual questionnaire to go over.
The questionnaire seems to be pretty short as once I tell her that I'm a virgin a lot of the other questions seem to be not so intimate.
"Hi, I'm Doctor Ortiz… I'll be the one to perform your examination today." The Doctor says, smiling pleasantly as he takes the rolling stool from the nurse. She stands bringing the tray of sterile instruments closer to him and my legs. The tray has syringes and tools for my examination. He instructs me to lay back and place my legs into the very cold stirrups and inch my ass closer to the edge, I clench my legs together, keeping them closed.
I stare up at the ceiling, dreading the man's hands on me. In Abnegation such tests are not required unless the female is married, in which it's obvious that the woman is indeed sexually active. And even then, the act is more for the need of reproduction than anything else.
I cringe as the Doctor gestures for me to open my legs and buries a cold and wide instrument into me. I try, really try to relax and not fight him. But it's hard as the pain from the stretching of the instrument hurts. I breathe in and out calmly, the best I can.
"I'm going to inject you with a saline solution, it will feel a little cold at first." He announces right before I indeed feel the cold liquid enter me.
"Um. doctor?" The Nurse says loudly, I'm bewildered when I catch her tone just slightly alarmed than it was before. Is something wrong?
"Yes, Nurse?" He asked. "I see. Thank you he says as he looks at my chart." The Doctor says, his voice trying to sound calm, but I can hear the shaking in his voice. I look up at the Doctor trying to understand what in the world is indeed going on.
"Is something wrong?" Is there something wrong with me?
"Not at all. The nurse is just reminding me how shorthanded we are today and how delayed I am." He explains, forcing a smile on his face. "You can relax your legs now, Tris." He says, gesturing for me to close my legs. He stands rather quickly explaining about any possible spotting and cramping in the next two weeks. Which I find odd considering last year it was informed to me it would be a matter of days, not weeks.
"Okay," I say, confused.
"We will give Max your test results in a few days. Other than that, We will see you next year." He says, hurrying out the door. The Nurse is right on his tail as she closes the door giving me the privacy to get dressed. That was strange.
A/N
What do you think that was all about?
Were they really shorthanded?
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