fourtris oneshots

car crash

"Couple brought in from the crash on I-94," the doctor shouted, "woman is pregnant but she has major injuries--"

"My h-husband, where's my husb . . ." Blood gurgled up from her lips, stopping her from speaking the rest of the sentence. She sat her head up, the blood going over her ripped up shirt. A cry moved through her lips as she was moved to a separate room and she weakly moved a hand to her stomach. There was no movement.

"Save the baby first," Tris muttered, "please, save the baby. My husband, he's so excited for our baby."

There was a sound of the door opening and closing again. Soon, her hair was being brushed away from her face and an oxygen mask was being placed over her nose. Tris's eyes opened to look at the person and she almost reached to tug the mask off her face. Her hand couldn't even lift from where it was on her stomach, though.

"How is Tobias?" She asked, speaking through the mask. "Is he all right? Did anything happen to him?"

"He hasn't come in yet," Zeke said hesitantly, moving to press a stethoscope to Tris's chest. "But, he will be okay."

Chaos was in the halls of the hospital, doctors running all over the place. But, as a new person was brought into the hospital, surgeons shouted as they ran to the gurney fast.

"Close the blinds," Zeke ordered, his voice loud and unwavering. "Close the blinds," he repeated.

Tris didn't see who was on the gurney and knew that was the objective Zeke had. "Please tell me what happened to Tobias, Zeke. Why won't you let me see him?"

"You don't even know if that was him, Tris--"

Tris nodded her head, about to oppose the words until she felt blood crawl up her throat again. She moved the oxygen mask away from her face and she threw up into the pink kidney-shaped bin.

"Page OBGYN and book an OR immediately," Zeke said, popping up the sides of the bed almost instantly.

"Yes, Chief," a more feminine voice responded. "Right away, Chief."

Tris was rolled out of the room and down a hallway until Zeke and three other doctors brought her into an elevator. It was quiet until an intense pain struck the bottom of her stomach. Tris screamed out in pain and went to roll on her side, but was stopped when Zeke's face moved into her line of vision.

"We're almost there, Tris." Zeke said, a ding sounding as he said her name. The doctor that was pushing the bed, walked faster at Zeke's command as Zeke moved to hold Tris's hand.

Tris squeezed Zeke's hand as the operation room surrounded them. "Save our baby first," Tris said, trying her best to keep her voice calm.

"We're going to save both of you at the same time. You're not going to die." Zeke let go of Tris's hand, squeezing it one last time. "I have to go scrub in, okay? I'll be right back."

After ten minutes of nurses walking around the room, Zeke and another woman walked into the room with surgical masks covering their faces. Two nurses walked closer to them, handing them a towel before putting gloves onto their hands. Surgeons continued to walk in, following the same procedure before they walked to the bed.

Zeke nodded to the three other surgeons and Tris laid still as they took a hold of the bed she was laying on, waiting three seconds before Tris was transferred to the bed in the operation room. The surgeons, minus Zeke, backed away, letting three different people come in their place. The OBGYN doctor stood in front of the table and a sheet was placed over Tris, leaving a space at the bottom of her stomach.

Soon, a needle was being shot to the area and Tris cried out as that part of her stomach became numb. They were going to cut her baby out.

Zeke brushed the hair on her forehead back, making Tris look at him. A nurse handed him a tissue and Zeke wiped Tris's cheeks.

"Okay, Tris, you can't move," the OBGYN doctor, Amanda said. "Try not to move, Tris. All right? We'll get your little boy out in no time." The doctor took a deep breath. "Okay, scalpel."

It seemed like hours before the doctor was walking away with her boy. The only problem was, she didn't hear him cry.

"What? What's wrong with him?" Tris almost sat up to look but she was pulled down by Zeke, who had what looked like an oxygen mask in his hand. She knew it was anesthesia, though.

"Tobias wanted to cut the cord," Tris mumbled as Zeke brought the mask slowly over her face. "He wanted to," her voice was muffled now and Tris paused, "he wanted to cut the . . . to cut . . . the cord."

And with the last word, Tris slipped into oblivion.

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Tobias was wheeled in a wheel chair to the nursery, where he was informed his child would be. As he put his chin into his hand, his fingers touched the bandage that covered the side of his head.

When they did reach the nursery, Tobias stood up, despite the protests of the nurse, and looked into the window that ran along the wall. He sighed when he realized that he wouldn't be able to find his boy. Then, he let the nurse coax him into sitting down again so they could go into the room.

A pink paper suit covered his body and hospital gown as the nurse carefully brought him through the rows of babies. Some were crying and there were other nurses to tend to them, and some were sleeping, like Tobias's little boy.

He was wrapped in a white hospital blanket, with a blue and red stripe near the top. Tobias peaked over the side of the tiny bed, his gloved hand touching the side of the plastic wall.

The little gift of love that he had made with his wife laid sleeping soundly on his back. A pacifier was stuck in his mouth as a tiny canula wrapped around his head and connected with his nose.

The nurse reached slowly to pick up the baby, turning around and quietly giving him to Tobias. At first, the baby did squirm in Tobias's arms, a small cry slipping through his opened lips as the corner of his eyes wrinkled and he began to cry.

Immediately, Tobias began shaking the boy softly in his arms. Though his entire left arm was held in a blue cast, the baby's head laid in the crook of his right arm, while his left arm supported it.

Without sweet words of nothing from Tobias's lips, the boy fell asleep once again in Tobias's arms. He did get a look at his baby's eyes, though.

Dark blue eyes, like Tobias's eyes, and his head was covered in Tris's blonde hair. The baby's nose was slightlg crooked, like Tobias, also.

"You sure do fit pink, Four."

Zeke walked up in front of Tobias, dismissing the nurse as he crossed his arms. A look of amusement crossed his face as Tobias glanced up to him. But, then Zeke looked to the child in Tobias's arms.

"I'm guessing the surgery is over?" Tobias queried. He knew that Tris was in surgery with Zeke and he was worried that something went bad since it was longer than the time it took for Tobias's own surgery. "Did everything go all right?"

"Tris is still asleep from anesthesia, but she should wake soon." Zeke was quiet for a moment, "Your son would be dead if Tris didn't try to protect her stomach. She still managed to puncture her small intestine, which caused her to vomit blood, but we managed to fix the problem. He didn't cry automatically, which was because lack of oxygen. He'll need a canula for the first six months and will need to come back for a check up."

Tobias took a deep breath, "So, he's going to be okay?"

"Yes, Four."

Tobias and Tris's first child born stirred in Tobias's arms. "And my wife? Tris is going to be okay too?"

When Zeke nodded, a smile overtook Tobias's features.