Divergent No war... Yet.

Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Four's POV

I thought that once war ended it would all be better, but I was so wrong. This is worse, this is so much worse.

Tris laying in front of me, her face as white as a sheet but with a sick yellowish shade on it; bags under her eyes and her lips a disturbing shade of blue. She looks dead. But I know she is not because I can hear her ragged and shallow breathing from accross the room.

The nurses and staff managed to take the bullet out of her and give her a blood transfusion in time, which was a miracle because we are still inside the haven, without major technology and so. Unfortunately, her wound got infected and the antibiotics they have been giving her are not working.

Right now, I am laying next to her, caressing her hair and cheek, waiting for her beautiful eyes to open. My wish is soon granted for I see het eyelids flutter and her gray and blue eyes meet mine.

- Hello - I greet, my voice hoars from crying. Tris' heart had stopped once and I seriously thought I had lost her. I shouted and cried until other dauntless had to keep me down. I trashed and kicked everywhere and they tightened their hold on me, but it was no use, I broke free but instead of running towards Tris, I collapsed and slumped down a nearby wall.

I soundlessly sobbed, faintly aware of my initiates' stare, but at the moment, I couldn't care less. I felt like my world had been destroyed, like my life had no meaning anymore, but I was brought back by four words:

- Her heart is working.

Those four words that left the nurse's mouth were enough to give me hope. Later we discovered that the wound had gotten infected and my hopes came crashing down again.

- Hi - Tris answers in a low voice. I touch het forehead and notice that she has a slight fever. I grab a rag and drench it in water, then gently lay it on her forehead.

- How are you feeling? - I softly ask. Tris have woken up a few times before but she was always disorientated and confused so I have to be careful. I see her thinking hard about it and her eyes unfocus a little. I am scared for a moment but her eyes focus again and she resumes her unsteady breathing.

- Fine - She mutters, but we all know she is lying. Maybe she id not strong enough to say anything else. I just grab her hand and lace my fingers with her. I give her a gentle squeeze and she retunrs it but her hold is so weak I feel my heart break at the sight. I kiss her temple and feel someone burning holes in my back. I turn around and Samara is staring at me.

I motion her to come over and she happily obligades. I get myself into a sitting position and she sits next to me. I turn towards Tris again and notice she has her eyes closed.

- Tris? - I ask, wanting to see if she is still awake. She humms in response and I know that she will fall asleep soon. - Samara is here. - Tris greets her with a nod but all the time her eyes stay closed.

- Will she be Ok? - Samara asks. Her curiosity reminds me of Tris'. Sometimes good and sometimes not so good. Unforutnatly I don't have the answer of that question, so I just shrug in response.

- I hope she will - I add. Samara nods and I continue staring at Tris. Seconds, minutes or hours pass but I don't divert my gaze from her face until Samara nudges me. I take my eyes from Tris and look at Samara with a frown.

- You should go and eat something - She suggests. I appreciate her worry but I won't leave Tris' side.

- Not hungry. - She rolld her eyes at me, stands up and yanks me into a standing position, almost making me trip over Tris. - Hey!! - I yell. Tris stirs a little bit and I silently curse myself for making too much noise. I glare at Samara and she smiles sheeply at me.

- Go eat something - She says, more like orders me.

- I will stay with her - Says another voices behind me. Christina. She knows about Tris' condition but hasn't been here because of her boyfriend, Will. He was also shot but on the ribs, producing some severe internal bleeding and a bunch of other stuff I can't quite comprehend. Christina stayed with him but I guess he is better since she finally came to visit Tris. I accept, deciding to give both Tris and Christina some space. I am actually really hungry, so without another word, I left towards the dinning area, with Samara right on my heels.

Since we are still sheltering the abnegation there isn't that much of space, so we are lucky to find a nice spit on the floor. I grab enough food for both of us and sit beside her.

- So...- I start, trying to make tge awkward silence go away - You and the hippie eh?

She blushes, and I can't help but chuckle at this. She just stares at her food while I eat mine. We eat in silence until our plates are left empty.

- Are you still hungry? - She shyly asks. Once again, I find myself surprised at this, she came from Candor she is suppose to be loud and annoying, but she is the opposite. This lets me to formulate my next question.

- Why did you change factions? - I ask, ignoring her question. She looks caught off guard but then regains control over herself.

- It's...complicated - She finally lets out.

- Not honest enough? - I guess. She chuckles and shakes her head.

- I was honest, maybe too much, but I only pointed out the negative things of something or someone, and I felt bad, so I stopped talking. And that was the problem, I was honest but I refused to say much. So I decided to change - She simply says with a shrug.

- But why dauntless? - I press, curiosity getting the best of me. She ponders about this for a minute.

- Amity was obviously ruled out because I was still kinda rude. I obviously wasn't going back to Candor. My test ruled out Erudite so I was left with Dauntless and Abnegation. I am not really selfless so I chose Dauntless, where you gain respect for your actions and not for your words.

I take everything she said but one thing stands out for me.

- What were your test results? - I cautiously ask her. She tenses up and that's enough to confirm my suspiciouns. - You are divergent - I whisper with a smirk. Her eyes widen in fear and I hurry to explain - don't worry, I won't tell anyone.

She lets out a sigh of relief and then looks at me with that glint of curiousity that I have seen so many times shine in Tris' eyes.

- Are you....? - She trails off. I open my mouth to answer but I see Christina's short form running at full speed towards us.

- What's wrong? - I demand when she is close enough.

- Tris - She gasps. I inmediately imagine the worst scenary possible. Christina takes a deep breath and goes on - it seems like the antibiotics finally kicked in- She pants.

I don't bother to wait for any. As soon as my brain processes the information, I break into a spring, heading towards Tris. I burst through the door and kneel next to her, taking her hand in mines. Her breathing is deep and steady.

I kiss her forehead and do something that I haven't done since my mother died. I pray to God for Tris' health and thank him, for giving me the prettiest of angels to take care of me.

Cause that's what Tris is. She is my Angel. My guardian Angel.

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Sorry for the bad grammar. And forgive me for the long wait. I have been really busy because now I have to do community service, 80 hours, to graduate T_T

Thank you for reading this!