3 - Overwhelmed

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Tris POV

Everything seems to happen so fast. Christina has pulled me into a hug and seems to forget that I was shot three times. I wince and groan slightly. Tobias steps in and pulls her off of me. I flash him a grateful smile. He smiles back.

"I feel like shit," I groan, "how long have I been out?" Tobias raises his eyebrows at me and gives me an exasperated look. The lights are still too bright for my eyes and I put my arm over my head. Tobias takes my other hand in his and I discover how cold I am. The cold metal table is digging into my back and I shift a little. Tobias doesn't answer me for a while and I look over at him.

He stares at me and I stare back, remembering the Ferris wheel, the rocks at the bottom of the pit, the night before I left for Erudite, the night I betrayed him, the night before our plan took place. I feel my cheeks burst with heat and I know I must be blushing. He smiles at me. Just then, the door behind Tobias slams open and people rush in. I tighten my grip on Tobias's hand and attempt to sit up. My ribs and chest ache and I give up on my attempt and collapse against the table. Faces blur around with me and my breath comes faster in my chest. There is a ringing in my ears and I force myself to keep my eyes open and not curl into a ball. I don't know where this fear comes from. I feel Tonias squeeze my hand reassuringly and I immediately feel safer.

The people huddle around me and I begin to recognize them. Cara, Will's sister, peers down at me with plain astonishment and curiosity on her face, a purely Erudite reaction. Zeke grins stupidly at me and pats me, a little roughly, on the shoulder. I scan the room for Uriah before I remember. I feel a weight in my stomach, like I swallowed a brick. Their mother appears behind him, hesitant and not wanting to intrude. Shauna hobbles in on stiff legs that the Bureau helped had helped her start walking on again, a huge smile plastered on her face. Peter stands slightly off to the side and keeps any emotion hidden behind a face of stone. I begin to relax knowing that these people are familiar.

And then I spot someone else. He lingers by the door, staring at his shoes and fiddling with his long sleeves. I recognize that curly brown hair and sharp nose.

"Caleb..."

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