Fourtris: Divergent High

Chapter 55

Tris POV

Have you ever had a feeling?

One where you, honest to God, think that you're dreaming?

One where you think that you're not where you are?

Where you're not yourself?

Where you think to yourself,

this isn't me, this isn't happening to me.

But then you wake up.

You take it all in.

And you break down.

My leg-my once perfectly good leg, the leg Tobias used to squeeze everyday in class, the one that Gus used to grab when Tobias and I would leave-is gone.

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Tobias hasn't left my room since that day, he requested that we be together, because I can't seem to do anything.

He's been able to walk around for weeks, only doing so when I'm asleep or when I ask for something.

I'm going to be getting a prosthetic fitted today, one that I might be able to actually walk with.

As of right now, Tobias is sitting on my bed, looking at me with a small smile, "You're getting fitted today, baby," he says sweetly.

I trust to muster up a small smile, which doesn't work. I've been downright miserable since they told me about my leg.

He touches my leg-well now stump-and runs his hand up and down it, "I love you, Tris," he whispers, squeezing my thigh.

"I love you too," I say softly, not really meeting his eyes.

"I should've done better, I should've wrapped your leg, oh god I wish I'd done better," he begins, breaking down, tears falling from his eyes.

"Tobias, stop it. Yes, we all could've done better, we could've stayed at home and not gone on a honeymoon, we could've stayed an extra day in Hawaii, we could've done many things, Tobias. But it's too late for that," I say, looking at him. "Don't cry, it's putting me in a bad mood," I grumble.

He nods sternly and wipes his eyes swiftly, "I'm sorry," he mumbles softly and takes my hand tightly.

"Tobias, where are our children? I miss my babies," I say softly, rubbing his hand with my thumb.

He shrugs, "I have no idea, our phones were left on that damn island, we have no way of contacting them," he says and squeezes my hand.

I frown, "How do we tell them that I don't have a leg?" I ask quietly, almost unheard.

"We should wait until they're older," he says softly.

I nod slowly and lean on his shoulder, "I don't know anymore, Tobias," I mumble softly.

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"Alright, Mrs. Eaton, we're going to try this one, okay?" He asks, holding up a small sized prosthetic.

I nod slowly as he puts it onto my leg, where it fits perfectly. Him and Tobias both help me to stand up, while I hold Tobias' hand tightly as I slowly take the steps and walk forward to the small strip of mat with railings on either side of it.

I grip the railings and slowly walk forward, "Good job, Tris! Now try it without holding on," Doctor Ramirez says.

I nod slowly and let go of the railing, standing—completely by myself—and slowly begin to walk forward. I look at Tobias, his eyes filled with tears, but I see glimpses of pride flash through them as I continue to walk, walking off the mat and turning and walking to Tobias, "I did it," I whisper into his chest as he wraps his arms around me.

"Yes, yes you did," he mumbles softly into my hair.

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