Right? --A Fourtris/Tris Pedrad Story

Chapter 60

I jump up, stumbling back and falling right into my leg. Her heart is beating her chest slightly lives the blanket.

"She's alive, " I mutter. "We need a doctor!" Hana screams. "We need a doctor!" She runs out. Everyone follows, leaving me on the floor. I try to stand on my own, but I can't. Pain radiates from my knee and sears through my back like razors.

I shout for Zeke and he runs in, helping me to my feet again. "I'm so sorry." We get shoved out any way to the hallway where we can look through a window at the people rushing to help her.

"Four, what happened? What did you do?" Marlene asks quickly. "I don't know. I told her to breathe. I told her I knew she could do it. I told her cake wasn't breakfast food and that we all needed her." They usher me back to my room and force me to lay on the bed.

"Four, you believed in her, " Zeke says. Marlene reinserts the IVs into my arms and thank God. This shit hurts really, really bad. "Why did you call for me?" He asks.

"I needed help, " I answer, gritting my teeth in pain. "But I left you in the basement and went back when you told me not to." I shake my head and squeeze my eyes closed, only opening them when the pain meds start to kick in.

"I told you to leave me." Zeke shakes his head. "But you never would've left us, " Uriah adds. "That's because I don't care about myself, " I answer. "And you guys are more of a family than mine ever was." I shift uncomfortably.

"But we came back when you told us not to." I shake my head. "I knew you would come back. I just hoped you wouldn't." Zeke smiles a little bit. "I just wanted her to the hospital." There is a long pause and something registers in my mind.

"She's alive. Tris is alive. She's in this building. Holy shit. Tris isn't dead, " I say, instantly perking up. They laugh at me. "Only thanks to you, " Hana says. A grin spreads across my whole face and I laugh the most genuine laugh since she "died."

"It's good to see you happy again, " Shauna says. My smile shrinks. "Uriah, are you okay?" I ask, borrowing my eyebrows at him. "Thanks to you, " he answers. "Why would you not be okay?" Mar asks. "Nice, Four, " Uriah says flatly. I smirk a little bit.

"He fell down the stairs, " I answer. "And you got shot moving him away," Zeke adds. "Actually it just grazed my arm that time, " I defend. "So what? He almost shot us both several times, but he didn't thanks to you."

"You saved them when they wouldn't listen to you, " Hana mutters quietly. "Just forget about it, okay." She shakes her head. "You saved my babies. If you didn't do that, they would've died. The boys wouldn't have a dad. They would be widows." She points to Shauna and Marlene.

"I would've lost everyone." I shake my head. "They would've found a way. They ain't erudite, but they aren't completely stupid, " I argue. "Against two armed people?" Marlene asks. "They were armed, " I retort.

"Yeah, but we had to put them away or he'd kill us all," Zeke snaps back. He needs to relax. "Relax. You're alive and so are Tris and Uriah, " I answer. He shakes his head. "You don't get it, do you?" Zeke questions.

"I thought I was gonna die. I thought I was never gonna come home again. I thought Uriah would never come home. Four, I thought I was gonna let you die. I was going to let my best friend die. You could've died and it would have been my fault, " he rambles, his voice trembling.

"I told you not to come for a reason." "But how could you have done that on your own?" Uriah questions. "I woulda figured it out like I always do. If Tris was on the line, I would find any fucking way." The room is quiet.

"I told you not to come because I knew he would target you two because you clearly knew me. I told you no for a reason, " I state. "Because we didn't want you to die, " Hana argues. "Whether you like it or not, you are just as much of my kid as they are." She points to Zeke and Uriah.

"You matter to us, Four. If you died and Tris woke up, she would die. We all need you. You weren't even thinking what would happen if you died, " she says. "I was thinking and that's what you think the problem is. If he killed me, at least I didn't."

"Four..." Shauna says. "I know. You think I'm stupid." She shakes her head. "I don't think you're stupid. By far I think you're one of the smartest people in dauntless, " she replies. "I don't care if what I did was logical or not because I still love Tris more than anything and it doesn't matter if she feels the same or not because that won't change that.

"She sacrificed herself for me and she had no clue what would happen to her. I knew exactly what would happen and I did it anyway because I don't care if I die. If I could've I would've switched places with her in the blink of an eye. I would've never transferred. I would never have asked her out in the first place."

Tris matters to me more than anything. She definitely would've killed me if she knew I was ready to let him kill me. She would be mad that I took all the shots and hits from her brothers, but she would also be happy that they're not hurt.

The door opens and in comes Dr. Roth again. She smirks at me and raises her eyebrow. "The Lazarus phenomenon, " she says, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"When a dead person comes back to life. Originated from Jesus bringing a man back from death. So, when did Four become Jesus?" We laugh a little bit. "She was dead for 48 minutes. She woke up after 48 minutes, so you tell me how you did it." I shake my head.

"I-I didn't do anything." She smirks and laughs a very little bit. "I told you that you had to believe in her." I let

"When can he leave?" Lynn asks. Honestly, I don't want to peace yet. Whatever meds they're giving me makes the pain go down. When I took the IVs out it was almost unbearable. I just had to go do it for Tris.

"Well, he should stay for at least two more days." Thank God. "When will she be out of surgery?" I question, sitting up more. She shrugs and shakes her head. "It really depends. If her body looks like she can't handle it anymore then we'll have to stop." I nod.

"Be honest with me, " I say. "How long do you think she'll live?" She diverts her eyes from mine and purses her lips. "I'd like to say-"

"I don't care what you'd like to say. I care about the truth, " I interrupt. "I don't want some bullshit answer. She's gonna live more than a week or not." Nobody scolds me for my outburst this time. They know I'm right. I have the right to know the truth.

"I don't think she'll make it out of surgery." My chest gets tight and they can all see that my heart beats faster. "If we get the infections somewhat under control, possibly longer. But I don't believe she'll ever leave the hospital." I close my eyes and lean back.

She won't leave this hospital. She won't train with me again. She won't get to come home again. She won't be able to train initiated again. She'll die in a hospital.

"If she wakes up, " I say, "then she's leaving. I'm not letting her die here." I open my eyes and look at them. "She hated the hospital." They nod. "Fine, " she says.

"I'll let you know if anything happens." She turns and exits the room. I try not to burst into sobs as the door closes. She's gonna die. I can't do this anymore. I can't lose her again. I lost her twice already.

"How's your knee?" Marlene asks. I shrug. It hurts like hell. "I know it hurts. Your knee is completely shattered." Of course it is. That's just my luck. The best person in the world is dying and my knee is shattered. Just perfect.

"The boys, " I mutter. "What?" Hana asks. "The boys, " I speak up. "At my parents, " Shauna and Marlene both answer. Wait. Where's my jacket? I know she was wearing it, but my phone was in there.

"Four, you okay?" I nod. "Just thinking, " I answer, smiling a little. "Thinking about what?" I shrug. "Tris. When do I think about anything else?" They laugh a little.

"Do you think she's dreaming right now?" Shauna asks. "Or is it just black?" We all shrug. "Maybe she can see us right now, " Uriah says. I look around the room and smile a little.

"What do you think she'd be dreaming about?" Zeke asks. "Maybe if none of this happened, " I suggest. "Maybe, " Uri says and the room is quiet. I want my notebook. I want to write to her again. Or text her.

"Maybe she was with her dad when she died, " I say. "Just for a little bit. Maybe with Amar too." They look at me and smile a little bit. "Hopefully," Hana says.