Right? --A Fourtris/Tris Pedrad Story

Chapter 69

*2 days later*
"Can you lay with me?" Tris mumbles. I glance at Hana on the other side of the bed, but I think she means me because she's looking in my direction. I nod and stand up, sitting in the bed next to her.

Tris rests one of her legs on top of mine and I wrap an arm around her back, holding her. She lays her head on my chest and I think she closes her eyes, but I'm not sure. I kiss her head and whisper, "I love you."

Today's the day they use the feeding tube to stretch her stomach. They came in earlier this morning and prepped her to make sure the tube was ready. It was and they're starting the process in twenty minutes. Hana's the only one here because it's nearly six in the morning.

Tris' sleep schedule is crap, which makes mine crap too. She sleeps on and off all day, so I try to be up when she is and even when she's asleep because of her nightmares. I hate her being upset and I can't help her.

"How long is it gonna take?" Tris asks. I shake my head. "I don't know, " I whisper, burying my nose in her hair. "You're gonna be okay, Tris." I kiss her head and we readjust so she's lying between my legs with her back against my chest. I wrap my arms around her torso and hold her hands.

"Four?" Tris asks. "Hm?" I hum, closing my eyes. "You tired?" I shrug. "Little bit. You okay?" She nods. "Please sleep, " she replies. I shake my head and open my eyes again. "I'm alright, Tris, " I mumble, leaning my head to the side.

"I don't want you to not sleep because of me, " Tris says. "I'm fine, Tris, " I reply. "I don't need to sleep twelve hours a day." I laugh a little, but she doesn't. I sigh. "Would it make you feel better if I slept?" She nods.

"Wake me up in ten minutes, okay, " I say, wrapping my arms around her tighter. "No, " I hear her barely whisper. "Yes, " I retort, burying my face in her neck. She squirms slightly, laughs, and grabs my arms.

"Fine, fifteen, " Tris reasons. I nod. "I love you, " I whisper, pulling my head back.

Every time I say that there's a small feeling of hope that she might say it back, but she never has. I don't want to force her to, but I really do wanna hear her say it again. The way she said it was so adorable, especially when she would laugh in the end, or blush furiously.

No matter what she did she was adorable. Whether she admitted it or not, she was the most beautiful girl on this planet. She still is. Scars or not.

Tris never believed me when I told her how beautiful she was. Her eyes were like soft doves and my heart flutters every time I see them. The way her cheeks would scrunch up her eyes when she laughed hard, or grinned, make me never want her to stop.

Just looking at pictures of her I could see her coming to life again. I could see her start to move, even though she was on a piece of paper. I could hear her laugh, or hear her tease me. I could see her cheeks turning red, or her getting all shy-like.

No matter what, seeing a picture of Tris made me smile. She just had that-what's the word? She has that look to her that could make anyone's day. She was always self-conscious but everyone else thought she was gorgeous.

She may not have had an hourglass figure or was the curviest, but her personality made her glow. Her eyes always had this life to them. She almost always looked like she was having the time of her life.

I've never cared about anyone like I've cared about her. Yeah, I love my friends, but Tris-she just-Tris is different.

A little bit later I wake up to the sound of an opening door. I jump slightly and rub my eyes, sitting up more. Dr. Roth and a new man enters with a tall IV stand hooked up to a bag of disgusting looking liquid.