Ink

nine

I have to blink a few times to adjust to the light into the room I am in. What has happened while I was asleep? And how long have I been out? 

And is Christina okay?

I can't trust nobody. They all hate me now. They have to, I don't blame them. I hate me too.

I open my eyes all the way and use all my strength to look around the room. I just hear beeping monitors and footsteps in the hallway. Otherwise, it is silent in this hospital room.

I hear three knocks, coming from the door, and then the door opens with a creak. I jump a little, everything seems to be new and scary, as if I'm going to be punished for being awake.

"Oh! You're up! Thank goodness!" The nurse says excitedly, rushing towards me. I flinch, and start breathing heavily. She gives me a worried look and places her clipboard on a stool.

"Wh-who are you?" I say with a stutter, not being able to make eye contact, nor controlling my breathing. I feel so weak, useless.

"I am your nurse." She says calmly. I look down at my shaking hands, and then at the door. "Your left arm is in a cast, as you can see."

I look at that arm, and now realize it's in a cast, I guess I've been too frightened to notice. I use my strength and lift my arm, examining it carefully.

I yelp in pain, not realizing that it's going to hurt my whole body to move a limb. "Are you okay?" The nurse says. "You will be sore for a while."

I slowly nod, too scared to speak. I place my arm down again, and try to sit up, which really hurts. The nurse rushes over to me and grabs my waist to help me up.

I jump in fear. She steps back, shocked, as it seems. "Don't touch me, I'm scared." I mumble quietly, looking down at myself, and feeling tears stream down my face.

I don't catch them. It hurts to move a limb. The nurse tries to comfort me, without touching me this time.

"So, I have some questions for you- very basic ones- and I will tell you everything that has happened." The nurse says with a small smile. I slowly nod as in replying.

I stare at my fingers, waiting for the questions to start. "Okay, what is your name?" I raise an eyebrow at her, as in saying this is a stupid question, but at first I can't think of it.

"It's- um- Tris. Tris Prior." I say quietly, when the name comes back to me. She nods and writes something down.

"Okay, Tris, how old are you?" She nods, as in saying to speak.

"16. I turned two days ago." As I say this, she shakes her head.

"No, sweetheart. You've been in a coma for two and s half weeks." I raise my eyebrows and my mouth drops.

"T-that long?" I ask, more tears streaming down my face. The nurse nods in reply.

"What are your parents names?"

"I think Natalie and Andrew...Prior?"' I say, more assuring myself, then answering her question. "Oh yes that's there names!" I finish, with a smile.

She nods and writes one last thing down. She smiles and sits down in a tall chair next to me. "So, do you want to know everything that has happened over the time you were in a comatose state?"

I slowly nod in reply. "Do you know what caused you to be here?" I shrug a little.

"Some parts are blurry, but I know my best friend is hurt too, well, now she hates me. I know it." I say speaking up, then looking down.

She frowns. "Okay well, you broke your arm, and your ankle, well it's fractured. You have a small scar on your face from the glass of a car stabbing you- it's right above the eyebrow." I lift my hand up to where it should be. "No! Don't touch it." She yells and I jump.

"Sorry, that was louder than it was supposed to be." I nod, gulping, and trying to keep my hands still. But they end up shaking anyways.

"You had a collapsed lung, but with surgery, we fixed that, and you are able to breath on your own now. But you'll have to take it easy still." She pauses, biting her lip. "And I think that is it, Tris. But you can leave tomorrow, and you will start physical therapy, to strengthen you up."

I nod frowning, and she leaves. Leaving me to think everyone hates me, and my thoughts surround me. But the door open really quick and I'm startled.

"And that boy, Four I think, was here but visiting hours closed, and he had to leave."

I nod and suppress a smile.

Maybe I have one friend that doesn't hate me.