Descendant (divergent fan fiction)

Why?

"She had a seizure."
"It wasn't a surge!"
"No not a surge."
"She's not gonna die?"
"No. She's gonna live."
"Oh my god."

I try and say something but I can't speak; I'm to weak. I feel somebody sitting beside of me and then another person stands up and leaves. I make some sort of groaning sound but it's short.

     "Harper?" Noah asks immediately. I can't exactly talk right. I think that'll change though. I just reach out and squeeze his hand in reassurance without opening my eyes. "I almost lost you! Please don't do this to me again." Noah says. I manage a smile and open my eyes barely seeing the look of concern mixed with extreme happiness.

     "Hey." I say my voice raspy. "I'm not dead." I say but he can barely make it out.

     "You're not dead no." Noah agrees smiling. "Get some sleep. You sound exhausted."

      "Okay." I smile slightly. "Don't leave me please." I whisper turning toward him and curling into the sheets.

"Don't leave me again either." Noah replies squeezing my hand reassuring he won't leave.

"I won't." I agree letting my eyelids fall into sleep.

•••

"Hey dad." I smile and say in a raspy voice.

My dad smiles and wraps his arms around me.

"You glad I'm not dead?" I say smiling still.

"Definitely." My dad mumbles into my hair.

"Me too." I smile.

"There's a lot of physical therapy awaiting you. It's going to be difficult, very difficult." He replies.

"I know." I sigh. "Noah said he'd help me." I shrug.

"Your growing up so fast." My dad says emotionally; something you don't normally hear from him.

     "I know." I smile as he pulls away from me.

     "I'm guessing you want to see Bianca?" He asks me teasingly walking toward the door.

     "You bet." I say with a twinkle in my eyes.

"Harper!" Bianca attacks me. "My un-dead friend." She smiles.

I chuckle. "How's Amaryllis?" I ask.

"Her skin is healing beautifully!" Bianca says cheerily. "I quote Frank."

"Frank?" I ask.

"Dr. Louis." Bianca corrects. "But I call him Frank." I chuckle. "By the way I'm glad your not dead."

"You know." I hesitate. "Me too."

•••

"Just try and walk, okay?" I stand supporting myself by mostly my arms in a small walkway with bars on the side to support my limp body.

"Okay?" I say more of a question than anything. I prop my injured leg on the ground so it won't slip and move and then position my uninjured leg in front of me. I've already mastered standing up but I don't know if I am walk. Noah stands just a foot away from me but the physical therapist won't let him get any closer or help catch me when I fall.

"Be careful Harper." Noah warns.

"I'll be okay." I reassure him but I don't believe myself. I lift my hands up gingerly and try and take a step forward with my healed leg. I tried and stepped with my injured leg and put it in front of me. But when I tried to put all of my pressure on it I feel it giving out and I fall. And I fall hard. My head hits the bar beside of me and the world goes black.

•••

"That didn't go so well." I grin.

"How do you smile after that?" Noah asks me.

"Who doesn't like a little fall?" I ask teasingly.

"Me!" Noah exclaims.

"Oh yeah." I shrug. "When do we try again?" I ask.

"Not anytime soon." Noah grunts. "Let's go eat. I think some of our friends are down there."

"Okay." I shrug and climb into a wheel chair. I decide to allow Noah to roll me down to the cafeteria that has zero resemblance of home. I sigh and let Noah lead me to a round table where Jackson, Jake, Amaryllis, and Bianca sit talking through their lunch.

"Hey Harper." Bianca says sounding more like her normal self.

"Hi guys." I smile and roll up between two seats which have plenty of space between them.

     "Harper!" Amaryllis squeals. She seems to be getting used to being herself again even if she kept her hair down and it covered most of her face. Whenever I saw Jackson trying to catch a glimpse of her she's always turning to somebody else so that her hair swung in front of her face.

      "So how'd therapy go?" Jackson asks trying to break the silence.

      "I wouldn't exactly say good." I say hesitantly.

       Noah chuckled a little at my reply. "It didn't go good." Noah says. "At all." I glared at him.

      "How long did you black out for?" Bianca asks obviously knowing me well enough.

      "Only an hour." I say picking at my food distractedly.

      "Really?" Jackson asks.

      "Shut it." I sent him a death glare which only made him laugh more.

•••

After two more unsuccessful tries which ended in me falling, the doctors decided that they'd just leave Noah to work with me because of a few things I'd said to the doctors. I wasn't in a happy place okay? And they were pretty annoying.

      Noah took both of my hands in his as I mentally and physically prepared myself. "You ready?" He asked me.

      "Yeah I think so." I say unsurely.

     "I'm not going to let you fall, I promise." Noah assures me.

     "I know." I say quietly. Going through this is difficult and I'm not liking it. At all. I can't cope with my leg. It feels as if it's not mine.

      "Don't go too fast okay?" Noah tells me.

     I mumble an inaudible reply and start to try to walk forward with Noah's help. My leg ends up slipping in a awkward angle and I let myself fall. But this time I don't end up on the ground, instead I'm in Noah's arms. I start crying and I just can't control myself anymore.

     "Shh." Noah tries to soothe me while he strokes my hair and holds me up by the waist. "We don't have to go again." But I just keep crying into his shirt. He lowers me to the floor so we are both sitting against the wall with my head on his chest. "You okay?" Noah asks concerned.

     "No. I don't think I'm okay." I whisper as I whimper into Noah's chest.

"It's okay. It's okay." Noah whispers to me and rubs my arm reassuringly. I don't think it's okay at all. I just close my eyes and let myself cry. "I'll take you to your room okay?" I just nod and Noah picks me up bridal style and takes me into my hospital room. He sits down with me still in his arms on my bed.

     "I'm so tired of fighting this." I cry. "I don't get why it's a struggle just to have two legs."

     "Me neither." Noah says. "I won't make you do that again." Noah rubs small circles into my shoulder.

I cry softly and shake along with that. Noah mutters soothing things into my ear trying to calm me down. But eventually I fall asleep in his grasp right there.

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Authors note!

Hello me lovelies! Do you hate me a bit less now? 😉 idk I don't think I have the guts to kill her off cause it's easy writing in her POV.

⚡️Darcy⚡️