All for You.

Chapter 17 - Don't Get Arrested

Chapter 17 - Don't Get Arrested

—Tobias

What did she want to talk about?

My heart is aching.

She's holding onto my hand for dear life as her cast is removed. I don't get how her swelling got so bad over a matter of hours.

The sound of the saw is usually enough to set Tris at unease from the beginning, now, she was already in pain before it even started.

I try to talk to her, but nothing helps. She's just in too much pain.

"Halfway there, Tris! Do you need a break?"

She doesn't reply.

"Are you okay or do you want her to stop?"

"Get it off," she gasps in a pained exhale.

"Tris you can't pass out on me."

"Just take it off!"

Dr. Scott continues cutting the cast.

Tris has always been the kind of person to push through. Compared to a break, she'd rather take all the pain at once and then be relieved afterwards. It's one thing I've noticed about her. She cannot procrastinate. She's rather push through all at once and be glad it's over, or just move onto the next thing.

Dr. Scott makes it two thirds when Tris cries out.

"STOP!" She screeches, her hands trembling as they grip mine with an extreme amount of strength.

She's sweating and shaking as she breathes heavily.

"Beatrice, please let me put some oxygen on you," Marie looks to Julie who moves and situates the oxygen machine in the room.

She shakes her head when Julie holds the mask lightly to her face.

"Tris, you're alright. Please let her give you oxygen. You'll end up in such worse shape if you end up passing out during this."

She doesn't resist when Julie lightly hold the mask to her face again. I continue to stroke her hair as both her hands grip my one.

"Tris, I'm almost done. Can you tolerate like thirty seconds more with the saw until I can use scissors to get the rest?"

"Just get it off," she screeches.

The annoying sound of the saw starts carving at the cast again as Tris tenses completely. Tears flow down her cheeks freely as her eyes are glued shut.

My heart is aching.

She's been feeling so well for so long.

She's been looking forward to this day and now here she is in so much pain.

"It's off!" Marie declares as she uses scissors to peel back the remaining layers of fabric and cast.

"Oh thank god," get me medical scissors before the swelling travels please, Julie. She's got a lot of stitches."

"I'll work, then we'll talk," Marie says, busying herself with taking out the stitches.

Tris lies there still, defeated.

"I'm so proud of you," I kiss her between her eyebrows.

Julie took the oxygen off of her to help Marie with the stitches, and Tris still breathes heavily.

The swelling to her leg is really bad, but it's worst up by her knee. The swelling didn't travel to below the cast much, so it looks.

"Tris, I'm sorry, but I'm icing your knee. I'll stay away from your calf, but your knee needs it, and you don't need knee problems on top of all of this." Marie pulls a long ice pack from the freezer across the room and wraps it in a towel, then around Tris's left knee. She winces.