Tris & Christina Oneshots {DIVERGENT}

Flu Shot

(Inspired by -theodosiaburr.)
T R I S
Before Christina and I left the apartment, I told her that we were going to the dining hall for something to eat, but she becomes more and more confused the further away we walk from it. I lied to her for the first time today. I only told her we were going to go eat so I could get her out of the apartment, knowing she would throw a fit if I told her I was taking her to the infirmary for her flu shot that she has been putting off for the past week.
"Tris," Christina says, her eyebrows coming together. "The dining hall is that way."
"I know," I say, my lips turning into a tiny smile.
"Where are we going?" She asks.
I shrug and lace her fingers with mine. She isn't stupid. She'll figure it out soon enough, and I want to be able to catch her when she tries to run. The closer we get to the infirmary, the more Christina grows worried and nervous. The dim blue lighting flickers in her wandering eyes.
"Where are we really going?" Christina asks again, this time with a shaky voice. "Tell me."
I don't answer. I let the infirmary door speak for itself. Christina's eyes widen at the classic red cross next to the door with INFIRMARY written in bold. She spins the other way and attempts to break loose, but I catch her by her waist and hold her back.
"I'm not getting a shot!" She shrieks. "You can't make me!"
"You need it," I say as I fight her for strength. "You know you're prone to illnesses!"
"And you know I'm scared of needles!"
I pull out my only defense from my pocket: a piece of Christina's favorite chocolate. She's almost addicted to it and can't resist eating one every time she sees it, which led me to stop buying them. She hasn't had one in months and whines when I tell her she can't have it.
"Look what I have," I say, dangling it over her head as someone would do a dog. Her hungry eyes follow it. "You can have it."
She tries to snatch it from me, but I catch her hand.
"Only if you get your flu shot," I say, tucking it back into my pocket. I'm teasing her. She knows it, too.
"Forget it," she huffs. "I don't want it. I'm going home."
I push the infirmary door open and drag her in by her arm. The sterile air hits me and strangles me. Christina is struggling and kicking me like an angry child, but I ignore it and continue to drag her up to the desk where a nurse sits.
"Let go of me!" Christina cries, kicking my leg. It takes some effort not to let my legs give out from underneath me from the pain.
The nurse looks at me quizzically from behind her standard Erudite glasses. Christina is throwing a complete fit, and if anyone else were here, I would be embarrassed. I'm sure the nurse sees this all the time, mostly from scared young children, not a grown girl who's crying because she has to get her flu shot.
"Can I help you?" The nurse asks.
"She needs her flu shot," I grunt as I pick Christina up from the floor.
"I see." She's breathless in shock at Christina's childish behavior.
The nurse stands, brushes out her blue scrubs, and begins to walk towards an open room. I instinctively follow her, still dragging a whining and kicking Christina behind me.
The room is small and plain. It reeks strongly of antiseptics and cleansers. There's a small examining table and a counter with jars of cotton swabs and other materials on top. It's a standard examining room, not much to see or find interesting.
Christina has finally stopped shrieking and crying but is still trembling and holding onto me.
"Just sit up here," the nurse says, patting the paper on the table.
Christina shakes her head. The nurse gives me a questioning and demanding glance with her icy blue eyes. I grab Christina by her waist and pull her onto the table. I have to hold her legs down so she can't kick me anymore.
"I don't want a shot!" Christina says as the nurse gathers the syringe and vial onto a metal tray.
"We can do whatever you want when you get home," I whisper. "You just have to get this shot."
She shakes her head. At this point, the nurse is filling the syringe with the clear liquid, and Christina is trying to escape my arms that I have tightly wrapped around her, only leaving enough space on her arm for the shot. Christina's teeth sink into my neck for a split second, but I bite my lip and keep a good hold on her.
"Let go!" Christina shrieks.
The nurse raises her eyebrows at me and prepares to inject Christina, but I stop her and hold out my hand expectantly. She reluctantly hands the syringe to me.
"I wanna go home!" Christina cries.
"Fine," I whisper in her ear. "We can go home."
She sniffles into my chest. "Really?"
"Yes," I say just as I pierce her skin with the needle. I inject it as quickly as I can and take it out, leaving nothing but a tiny hole. "All done!"
Christina hiccups and curiously looks at her arm.
"That was it?" She asks, her cheeks turning red. "I didn't even feel it."
The nurse chuckles as she walks out of the room. I smile and ruffle Christina's hair. Her cheeks are flushed and she looks embarrassed. I kiss her forehead and help her off the table.
"I believe I owe you something," I say, handing over the piece of chocolate. Her eyes light up and she wraps her arms around me. "You're such a big baby."
I lead her out of the infirmary as she hungrily unwraps the chocolate bar.
"I'll come back for more shots as long as I get one of these!" She says in triumph.
Little does she know, she has an entire box waiting for her at home.