Bad Blue Woebegone (Fourtris AU)

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I panic, wiggling out of the itchy blankets that cover me and ripping out all of the wires that are buried under my skin.

They try to stop me, Christina and Four and some doctors, but I'm quick.

After being freed of my restraints I rolled out of the bed onto my shaky legs. I prepared myself to run out of the nasty room.

I make it to the door before I'm lifted off of my feet and placed in the bed. I didn't know I was screaming until my throat burns, "Let me go! I need to go! Get me out of here!" I squirm out of the warm arms and run out into the hallway, screaming like a banshee.

If I stay here, they'll take me farther away from what I want. They'll watch me like a hawk and I won't have the chance to see mama again.

My gown flies behind me, mooning everyone in sight. Why aren't I wearing underwear?

They call for me to stop, but everyone moves out of my way, letting me get closer to the stairs. Until, all is quiet.

It's seems I can't control my body, for when I open my eyes, I'm still standing in the hallway, surrounded by panicked looking doctors.

I hiss, looking down at my torn arm from where I ripped out the IV. I'm losing a lot of blood, but nobody moves to clean up the mess.

I step backward, they step forward.

I thought I had a chance of getting away when those same warm arms sweep me up and carry me to a padded room.

"I'm not crazy!" I screech terrified. "I love how you all just lock me up like I'm some disease! It's not a crime to want to die! If your going to lock me in here just go ahead and kill me!" I shout, trying to get free of the arms that cradle me like a child.

"Tris, they aren't locking you in here because they don't want to deal with you. Your hurting yourself. Look at you." I glance down at my hospital gown, covered in blood and torn in lots of places. My one arm is cut in lots of places and my knees are busted from falling.

Sobs escape my mouth and I bury myself into the soft chest, "I just want to die. Why can't I just die?" My sobs are hysteric, so much he can't keep a grip on me and I slide to the floor, curling up and letting the tears flow.

Whispered voices once again surround me and I'm lifted off the floor.

"C'mon, I'm taking you home. We need to patch up your arm too."

"I don't have a home!" I scream, my voice cracking and burning. "I'm not going anywhere with you." I finish with a whisper.

"You're staying with me. You have no choice, the doctors say it will be for the best." He carries me to a chair, having a nurse bandage my arm.

"I'm glad you care about what I want. I'm glad I get a choice." I spit, wrapping my arms around myself.

He lifts me up, "You need help, but your too stubborn to get it. What you want isn't good and you'll see that soon."

"Nuh uh." I huff, hissing when he lifts me up. "Why can't I stay in the hospital?"

"It's not a stable place for you to be." He says vaguely.

I struggle again, running down the hall with my last remaining strength and into the open elevator where I collapse on the ground, taking deep laboring breaths.

I make it into the lobby, limping as fast as I can. I run into small arms.

"You're going to kill yourself if you keep running. You stabbed yourself in the chest. Nobody understands how your walking, let alone running." Pixie whisper, allowing warm arms from behind me to sweep me up.

The pain hits me like a white hot ball, I cry out. Tears falling fast down my cheeks and staining the blue t-shirt that rests under my cheek.

Nimble fingers tangle in my hair, pixie's soft voice cooing to me gently. I guess in the frantic panic of being trapped I forgot how badly I had hurt myself.

"I've hired a personal doctor to check up on you at home. I think you need to get out of here." Four states, the rumble of his chest tickling me slightly.

"I don't like being in a stranger's arms." I state, my voice cracking as my eyelids flutter.

"I'm sorry," He says softly, surprising me. "But you can't walk. I'm afraid you've injured yourself more by straining yourself like you have." He murmurs.

I don't answer. I just drift from the world of sleep and awake. The cool air nips at my exposed arms and legs considering I'm still in a stupid gown.

A blush fills in my cheeks as I come into the realization of how awkward this is.

I sniffle slightly, curling tighter in the warm chest. It was freezing outside.

"We moved your stuff into our home. It's sad to say you don't own a single coat." He whispers, unlocking his car and sliding me into the backseat.

"Coats are for the weak." I huff, peaking up behind my lashes at a relatively quiet Christina who slides in beside me.

"No, coats are for the healthy. I'll buy you one as soon as you're better." He states, closing the conversation by shutting the door.

My chest aches and I glance at Christina again.

"Are you okay?" I whisper, looking at her swollen eyes and tear stained cheeks.

"You're asking me if I'm okay?" She laughs humorlessly. "I thought I had lost you. I was so scared." Tears fall down her cheeks.

"I'm okay." I'm not.

"You're a terrible liar, Tris. That's okay though because I know staying with Four will help you a lot. You'll love everybody there." She smiles, showing me a glimpse of the real Christina.

I nod, not saying anything. They don't understand I'm not better, and I won't be. I still want to leave, and it just got a whole lot harder.