Chapter 58 - Some Hope

Shauna

I do the same thing that I do every day, and now probably for the rest of my life; lay there and look at the walls of the hospital room.

I should be leaving in a few days in a wheelchair if nothing changes.

How would anything change though? I'm probably stuck like this now. They've tried giving me the same serum medication stuff that they gave to me when I did get shot and all of this happened because that's how I was able to walk again; that IV medication. However, this time the medicine this time did not work.

Zeke was going to visit this morning and stay the majority of the day, but an emergency meeting was held for just about everyone this morning so he couldn't stop by before. I'm upset that he couldn't make it this morning, but I feel better when I think about how much more important this meeting was.

My sister and his brother's lives depend on this meeting.

Well, their rescue depends on this meeting. It's already clarified that they'll be saved, but this is on who will go.

I'm pretty sure Zeke will be going.

I sure hope so.

I don't see him not going though. I mean this is his brother and a ton of his closest friends we are talking about here.

I know I would if I could.

A knock on the door startles me. Maybe it's Zeke? I hope it is--

It's just a nurse.

Ugh.

"Good morning dear! How are you this fine morning?" She says so cheerfully it sickens me.

"As good as someone who can't feel her legs can get." I remark sarcastically.

She looks at me for a second and goes back to her regular job of checking my clipboard and doing blood pressure and all of that crap.

"Beautiful day out there, isn't it?" She says still cheerful.

That hit a nerve.

"I haven't left this room for at least the past three months." I literally glare at her.

Seriously? How would I know what the weather is like out there? Do she think I can just get up and take a stroll outside to enjoy the weather? I guess Erudite or Amity or wherever this woman is from hasn't taught common sense.

"I'm sorry dear." She says looking at me sympathetically.

I just look in the other direction, still pissed at her stupidity.

"Something like this usually wouldn't bother me. I guess it's just that I really wish I could just go outside on my own and enjoy the weather. But I can't."

We sit in silence for a few seconds but then she finally speaks, "Well, on the bright side, your files here," she signals to the clipboard, "State that you will be released on the ninth of August. That's only a few days away."

"Well, that's easy for you to say. All I get to do for those few days is sit here and wait. Plus, even when I do get out, I'm going to literally have to be taken everywhere, just like before. I can't just get up and walk out the door. I have to deal with a wheelchair or have someone push me. It's not all that simple. Still, I guess it's better than being here for the rest of my life. Well, just a little better I guess." I say shrugging at the end.

"I'll have a chat with you doctor in a few minutes if he's available. Maybe I can get him to let me get you out in a wheelchair a little; get out of this room. Would that be okay with you?" She asks.

I feel myself smile and my eyes light up.

Leave? I could leave this room?!

"Please. That would be great!" I exclaim.

"I'll go find him." The nurse says and then she is off through the door.

Once she's gone I realize I never got her name... She kind of pissed me off at first, but generally, she's not that bad of a person I guess. I know most of the nurses and doctors in the Infirmary by now, but not her so I'm assuming that maybe she is new... But she's kind of old to be new at this. Maybe she's just filling in, or changed jobs. I don't want to seem like a nosy Erudite when she comes back, but I really only care about her name.

I lay there for according to the clock on the white wall straight in front of me, five minutes. I spin all of the bracelets and identification things with numbers and barcodes that they have on my wrists. They can be really annoying, plus the fact that they've only ever scanned one or two of them a couple times, there's really no need for them other than to be a pain. All of my information seems to be on that clipboard at the foot of my bed.

A softer knock raps on my door then it opens. I look up to see Zeke walking in the door; his eyes light up and he smiles as he sees me.

"Good morning." He says in a low voice like he didn't want anyone hearing.

"Hi." I just simply say. I turn my head and press my lips to his. I rest my hands on his shoulders as his end up on my cheeks. We pull away at the same time, not wanting this to turn out into a make-out scene.

"How are you?" He asks sitting down in the chair next to the bed and rubbing my cheek with his thumb.

I just shrug my shoulders. I press my cheek into his hand and close my eyes. He has a silent way of making me calm with just this simple gesture. Like I'm lit up on fire and he cools me down with just a simple droplet of water.

"The one nurse was in there and she was going to go find Isaac and see if I could get taken out of this room for a change in a wheelchair. I told her how sick I was of being in here."

"That's great!" He smiles.

It's silent for a while, but not an uncomfortable silence. It's more of a soothing, calming silence as we just enjoy each other's company. I end up breaking that silence when I remember that faction meeting he went to this morning.

"How'd it go?" I ask. "What went on?"

He tells me all about how they were looking for volunteers to go into the building; how they have Erudite to get them vehicles, cameras, a location, and any other needed support during the rescue, etc. Also about how they need weapons and stuff from the Training rooms so him and Four are going to go through that stuff later in the week. The Control Room people are getting radios and working together with Erudite on all of their stuff. He told me that he signed up to go in on the rescue and that there was a really good turn out for other people who wanted to go as well.

"You know what I just realized?" He says looking almost shocked. "Chris wasn't there. Or else she was but didn't end up signing up. I find that surprising though."

"Wow. That is weird. Maybe she was there somewhere and you missed her. I find it hard to believe that she wouldn't sign up though..."

"Yeah..." He shrugs his shoulders clearly giving up on the conversation.

"Four said he would stop by with Indy later. He just had some other leader things to do this morning and had to drop some things off with Evelyn and then he would stop by."

"Cool." I smile.

I love Indy so much. He reminds me of the dog I had for a short time as a kid. I loved that dog to the death of me. I was like nine, Lynn was around seven and Hec was three or four when my mother decided we should get a pet. So we all went down to the pet store and got a little puppy. I never knew the breed, but she was black and brown like Indy. I don't think she was a German Shepherd like him though. After we had her a few weeks she got more comfortable around us and would sleep at the foot of my bed on my feet at night. Lynn and I would take her for walks after school around the compound and would always argue over who would pick up the poop when the dog had to go. She became our whole world.

Sadly, before the dog was even a year old and we only had her for a month and a half she became really sick. My mom took her to the vet and the dog didn't come back, only the collar and leash she brought her with. The dog had to be put down or else she would've been in a lot of pain the rest of her life and wouldn't have lived past three in human years. It was some bad disease that she was born with.

I was devastated along with Hec and Lynn. My mother managed to stay strong with all of us so devastated.

A quick knock on the door snaps me out of my thoughts. My doctor through all of this, Isaac and the nurse who was in here earlier both walk in the room.

"Good morning." Isaac says. He picks up the clipboard and flips through some of the various papers that are on there.

"Sorry I couldn't make it in here at my normal time," he says. "I had a patient who ended up with a broken arm and we are low on staff so I stepped in to help."

"Oh, that's fine." I say.

"Any pain today? Last night? Currently?" He asks.

I shake my head no.

"Good. And with that I'm going to get straight to the point. Erudite passed a new medicine safe yesterday. It may be able to make you walk again." He says smiling.

"What? This isn't a joke, right? That's not nice to joke about that Isaac. You seriously almost had me believing that I could wa--"

"I've never been more serious, Shauna. Erudite finished the final tests on this new IV medicine yesterday and pronounced it safe. Since the one you were on last time hasn't worked like it did, maybe this will. It's guaranteed like a ninety eight percent chance of working compared to the eighty two percent chance of the one you were on before of working. We have some here in Dauntless right now if you would like to try this new medicine. We could hook it up to your IV in a few minutes. I mean, it won't work instantly, and you will have to stay in the hospital much longer to get the stuff in you. It will probably take at least a month or two, but that's your choice."

I don't know what to say. Like, oh my gosh, I could really walk again. But in order to I have to stay in the hospital for at least another month or two. But I guess that better than spending the rest of my life in a wheelchair.

A month or two is much, much shorter than the rest of my life, at least I hope so.

"Hook me up." I say smiling. Him and the nurse leave the room.

"Shauna! This is great!" Zeke wraps his arms around me and I hug him back tightly. Tears of happiness escape my eyes.

"Oh, Shauna." He pulls back and whites the tears from my wet cheeks with his thumbs. He also is partially crying of happiness I assume.

I rest my forehead on his as I smile.

"I may walk again, Zeke." I say almost in awe.

"I know." He laughs, our foreheads still together,

We pull apart when there is yet another knock on the door. As I assumed, Isaac and the nurse appear in the room again with a good sized bag of an almost clear liquid. It's just tinted the faintest shade of blue, but you wouldn't even notice if you looked at it quick. The bag itself looks just a little bigger than my hand, so it's probably around the size of Zeke's hand.

"Okay then. We will hook this up to your IV today, and then you will get two every day so around the same time every morning someone will hook one up, and then around twelve hours later another one will be hooked up. The after five weeks if there's improvement you will be on one a day for another few weeks. If there is no improvement after the two bags daily for five weeks, then you will continue on with that two bags daily for another three weeks and if there still is no change than it will be proven that the medication didn't work. But don't worry, we won't be going down that path, so you won't have to worry about it. This process will most likely take seven to eight weeks, so around two months."

He goes over and hooks the bag up to my IV that goes straight to my arm. They haven't bothered to take it out much, only three or four times to just get the needle switched out. I've had that other medicine in it for the majority of the time, and when that wasn't hooked up, they had me on something else that was a clear liquid bot I don't remember what it was.

The lightly tinted blue liquid slowly travel down and through the plastic tube and then into its destination; the vein in my arm.

"Would you like to get out in a wheelchair for now?" Isaac asks.

"Yes" I say almost instantly. Everyone, including myself chuckle.

"Okay then." The nurse says and walks out of the room for a moment. She comes back in with a wheelchair that has a metal stick thing sticking off the top of it. She wheels it over next to the right side of my bed, opposite of where Zeke is sitting.

"Would you like to lift her in?" She looks over at Zeke.

"Yeah," he gets up. "Sure." He walks over to the other side of the bed. The nurse moves the wheelchair out of his way.

He looks at me and gives me the craziest smile, more or less smirk I've ever seen and I laugh. Then he puts one arm under my knees, the other behind my back and takes me out of the bed I've basically been tied into for the past few months.

He puts me down in the wheelchair and then puts my feet up on the little rests near the ground. I didn't know I didn't have socks or shoes on, but I guess how would I know?

"Good?" Zeke asks smiling a toothy grin.

"As long as you never smile like that again, then yes." I chuckle.

The nurse takes my IV off of the pole it was on and puts it onto the pole that is attached to the back of the wheelchair.

"So that's what that is for?" Zeke says basically reading my thoughts.

"Yep." The nurse says.

"Okay then. I'm just going to ask that you stay within the Infirmary but other than that, you can go in any of the halls. I just don't recommend the surgery hall. Also sometimes the birthing wing... It can get pretty loud down there, but I guess that's understandable." Isaac says.

"Okay then." Zeke says and he begins to push me out of the room past both the nurse and Isaac.

I finally feel like I have at least some hope for the future.

A/N-

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