Resurgent

Chapter 24

The hospital smells of bleach and somewhat of thinner. The same hospital smell. There is something that bugs me about hospitals- I don't know what it is: maybe it's the smell, the sight of sick people, or the white everyone wears. The whole place is white- just white. The doctors wear white, people are wearing white and don't even get me started on the walls. Don't these huge organisations that open such hospitals have some money to paint the walls any colour, to get rid of the monotonous environment? If there is anything I hate more than hospitals, it's David. But, maybe he won't count as a thing. Even though he barely makes it to human, I wouldn't classify him as a thing.

"Excuse me?" I ask the receptionist, who is an Afro-American woman who is nose deep in some files. Guess what colour she's wearing? White.

"How may I help you?" She asks without looking up.

"I'm looking for a patient by the name of Tri-Sheryll Moss," I say. I'm feeling really bad for being the one who caused Sheryll all of this distress. Why did I not have enough control on my mind to listen to her? There must have been some reason why she did this, I should've asked her. Instead, I went on and made her feel worse. She had the guts to tell me what the truth was. I should've been more supportive, I should have not behaved like this. I feel so embarrassed and so guilty.

"Sheryll Moss..." The woman is thumbing through some pages searching for her room probably. She stretches her name so long that I can't stand it,"Yeah. She's in the ICU 3...but you can't meet her now."

"ICU?" I echo. How is this even possible? "Is her condition critical? Can you direct me to that place, my friends are outside? Is she okay? Is she hurt badly? Oh, my God, will she live-"

The receptionist hold up a finger to silence me and then points to a man,"That guy will direct you to ICU 3. As for her health, only the doctor can help you."

I run to the man who directs me to an elevator.
"Second room on your left," he says as the doors close.

It's all because of me I think to myself. I was the one responsible for Tris' death as much as she won't admit it. And if anything happens to Sheryll... I won't be able to live under the burden of the responsibility of two deaths. Why, why, why did I do such a stupid thing? Why did I have to confront her like that? Ugh, don't I have any brain?! This beautiful woman was responsible for making me happy after Tris' death. She faked being Tris, but SHE WAS FORCED TO! And I was too freaking stupid to understand a thing! I am such an idiot! SUCH AN IDIOT!

The elevator opens with a ring, and I rush out of it to the second room on my left only to see Zeke sitting outside it, massaging his temples. I can see dark circles under his brown eyes. He looks up when he hears my footsteps on the White-tiled floor. Immediately, he gets up with a gasp,"Four!"

"Is she okay?" I ask instantly. His expression drops. He doesn't say anything.
"What happened?" I ask, panic lacing my voice. What if she isn't fine? What if she's going to...die? What if I am too late?

"Uh..." He rubs the skin under his nose, that is somewhat like a sign of nervousness. That's what he does when he is nervous or jumpy,"She is kind of..unstable. You know, that fall sent her into a coma. They still don't know what to do but they're trying their best. She is badly hurt and they're going to take her for surgery, but the chances are 50-50." He ruffles through his hair and makes a face.

"I'm sorry, Four," he says as I look down at my feet. My legs are water. All because of me. Everything is my fault. I lean against a wall for support. I feel as if I'll fall any minute if I don't have some support. Why did you do this to her, Tobias Eaton? YOU would be responsible for Sheryll's death.

I don't say anything. I seem to be out of words. Zeke pats me slightly, understanding that I don't want to talk. I slump to the ground and Zeke sits beside me.
"It's all my fault," I mutter.
"It's not your fault, Four!" Zeke says,"it was Sheryll who jumped off the cliff."