Tobias' POV
Tris has been in a coma for over a week now. All I do is stay in her room. Zeke comes by with all my work and helps me out with the sheets. "What am I going to do?" I ask Zeke when he comes in for the day. "I don't know. I can barley stand seeing her like this," he tells me and sits next to me. "I don't think I can live without her. She has made me so happy, all the time. I lover her smile, and her laugh, and how energetic she can be," I explain to him. The truth is, I don't want to live a life without her. "Yeah, I get it."
We sit and talk for a while before everyone else comes in. "How is she doing?" Shauna asks and sits on Zeke's lap. "They said se was doing fine. The doctor also said that her chances of waking up are better than before," I explain to them and take Tris' hand. She looks like a bit of a mess. Her skin is pale and sometimes it is very hot and sometimes very cold. I hate seeing her like this.
Just then, I feel something slightly squeze my hand. I look up to see Tris' eyes slightly moving. "Tris?" I ask in a soft voice. Everyone looks over to Tris to see her eyes flutter open. "Who are you people?" she asks innocently. My heart sinks. She doesn't remember me. "I'm Zeke and that's Christina, Will, Shauna, Lynn, Uriah, Marlene, and Four," Zeke explains as he points around the room to everyone. "Oh... well, hi," she responds.
I get up and walk out. She doesn't remember me! What am I going to do? I can't live without her. Uriah follows me out. "I guess it's time to start over," he tells me. "I can't start over. It doesn't work like that! I want her to love me like she did! We might never have that now!" I start shouting. All I want to do is punch somebody. I know exactly who to punch, too.
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Tris' POV
After two more days in the hospital, they are letting me leave. Christina, I think her name is, is giving me some clothes and picking me up. "Here," she says as she hands me a pile of clothes. "Thanks," I respond and head to the bathroom to change. She gave me some Doctor Who Converses, a tight black tanktop, a grey cover up, and some black skinney jeans.
When I am done, I walk out of the bathroom to see everyone there.... I think. "Ready to go?" Uriah or Zeke asks me. I always get them mixed up for some reason. "Yeah," I respond and walk to the door.
I get in one of their cars and close the doors. "So, how come my parents never came to visit me? Were they on a buisness trip or something?" I ask the driver who turned out to be Four. His face went a bit lighter before he answered. "You don't remeber what they did to you?" he asks me as he turns back to start the car. "No... What happened? And I don't think anyone told me why I was in the hospital to begin with," I explain to him. "Let's get you home and then we will disuss what hapened." With that, we pull out of the parking lot of the hospital.
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Divergent High
FanfictionKinda like every other Divergent High, just different in my own way. [COMPLETED] I have entered this story in the wattys 2015 so please help me try to win by voting!