Tobias's POV
A piercing noise wakes me up. I jump out of bed and see Tris clawing at the air, screaming. She starts thrashing around in the bed. She is yelling something about Peter and the chasm. I try to wake her up by shaking her, but she still screams. I yell her name over and over, but no response. She shoots upright in bed, still trashing, her voice getting hoarse from screaming. I run to the kitchen and call the infirmary. (A/N: italicized is the infirmary. Regular is Tobias)
"Hello?"
"Hi, um my fiancé, she is trashing around and screaming. I don't know what to do."
" Um, well we can send a team of doctors and nurses to your apartment. Is that her in the background?"
" Yes that will be okay. Yes that is her, thank you." I hang up and run to the bedroom. Tris is still trashing around on the bed, but has stopped screaming. I pick her up bridal style and bring her to the living room. The doctors arrive soon after. They put her on a stretcher and wheel out of the room. I run after them and try to go into the room they put Tris in, but a few nurses hold me back. I sit in the waiting room and eventually fall asleep.
" Mister Eaton?" a nurse ask me.
"Mhm." I say
" Your wife would like to see you." She called Tris my wife. I stand up and follow her into the room they have been keeping Tris for the past four hours. I see Tris in a hospital bed, with an IV hooked up to her right arm. She is pale, but her smile lights up her face. I run over to her and hug her tight.
" I'm sorry, Tobias." she says, her voice wavering, cracking, and almost gone.
" Don't apologize. It's not your fault, okay?" I say.
" Okay." she says. Her eyes get glassy and the tears fall on her cheeks. I feel my eyes get hot and my own tears fall. Her eyes are red, but still beautiful. That's the thing about Tris, every-time I look into her eyes, it's like watching a sunrise after an eternity of darkness. I pull her back into my embrace and we stay like that for awhile. The doctor comes in, interrupting us, but to tell us news.
" Mister Eaton, may I see you out in the hallway for a second?" I nod my head and pat Tris's leg on the way out.
" Mister Eaton, I'm afraid to say that your daughter did not make it through the fit. The umbilical cord wrapped around her neck and strangled her. I'm sorry for your loss." he walks away and I go back into the room. I sit down in the chair next to Tris's bed. I put my head in my hands, letting the information sink in. Tris rubs my arm and tries to talk to me, but I zone out.
" Tobias, what is it? What's wrong?" Tris ask me. Should I tell her? I don't want to, but I have to. It was her child as well as mine.
" Tris, the doctor told me that...." I start to choke up on my words. " The doctor told me that our daughter didn't make it." and we both lose it. Tris's body shakes from her heavy crying, mine from from both sadness and fear. Fear that this will happen again to another child of ours, sadness from losing our first child. I take Tris into my embrace and rub her back. Her tears stain my shirt, and mine her hair.
" We can always try again some other time. Wanna go home?" Tris answers me with a slight nod. I leave the room to check her out. Tris has gotten dressed in a deep red tee, black pants, and knee high black boots. I grab her hand and help her out of the Infirmary.
When we get home Tris flings herself onto the couch, and cries. I kneel in-front of the couch and rub her back. She lifts herself up and puts her arms around my neck. I pull both of us onto the couch and Tris's cries become sobs. Her sobs get quieter until her breath evens and she's asleep. Everyone and then her breath will hitch, from crying. I can't begin to imagine what it's like to lose the unborn baby that was just beginning to form into something. But now it can't be, and that makes me mad. Not mad at Tris, oh no. Mad that we lost our first child. I begin to gently stroke Tris's hair and hum.
" When I am king, dilly dilly, you shall be queen," I sing aloud.
" Who told you so, dilly dilly, who told you so," I hear Tris sing back to me.
" 'Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, that told me so." I sing back, looking into her now open eyes.
" Lavender's green, dilly dilly, lavender's blue. If you love me, dilly dilly, I will love you." she finishes. She sighs and lays her head on my chest. I continue to stroke her hair and hum, her joining me this time. We sit like this for awhile, at least until I see the sun begin to set in the large window behind us. Tris had fallen asleep a few minutes ago. I lay her head gently on the couch and walk into the kitchen. I pull out a pizza from the fridge and heat it up in the microwave as a tired Tris trudges into the kitchen.
" You hungry?" I ask her. She nods, sits down at the table and lays her head down. I take out the pizza and put some pieces on a plate for Tris and then fix my own plate.
" I'm sorry Tobias. For losing our child." Tris says to me while I 'm walking towards her. I set the plates on the table.
" Don't apologize because it wasn't your fault. Never say your sorry about that again."
Later that night, I lay awake in in bed, Tris curled up next to me, thinking. Thinking about our next child. And with that sleep lulls over me.
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