AWARE (After Allegiant)

Chapter Twenty Seven - Wake Up

Tobias

I want to wake up now. Enough sleeping, it's time to get up. It takes all my energy and will power to try. To pry my eyes open and relieve myself of the huge weight that's pressed against my chest. To see Tris again, but something will happen that's going to effect us. Something big. Something bad, horrible.

That's why I need to wake up, to be there for her, when she needs me most. I won't abandon her, not like she did to me. I will be there for her, always.

Now, all I have to do is wake up.

Tris

He moved. Well, he always moves. But this movement was slow, controlled. Like he knows what he's doing. Shit, no way! I press the button and the nurses come scrambling in.

"He's waking up!" I shout. "He moved!" They all look at me like I'm crazy.

"Are you all just going to stand there looking at me like I'm an idiot or are you going to help him?" I question them. They realise that they aren't doing anything to help him and quickly rush to help him. All I'm doing is standing still. I wish I could help, I wish I was there for him when he needed me, I wish I didn't abandon him not once but twice. I wish, I wish, I wish.

'Be careful what you wish for my darling, Beatrice because it might just come true.'

My mother's words float around in the back of my head as I watch Tobias. His face has slowly been regaining colour over the past couple of days, his cheeks have become more pink and his hands aren't a sickly purple anymore. It must be the blood I gave him.

Well, no shit Tris, what else would it be.

I mentally scold myself. My drifting thoughts are easily pushed away when Tobias' eyes open. My heart skips a beat and a small flurry of butterflies glide around in my stomach. My head suddenly becomes light and I begin to feel dizzy. As all of this goes on Tobias just stares at me intently, eyeing me up and down.

I stumble up to him and look down at his perfect, angular face. I lift up his shirt only slightly to see his wound. I'm shocked when all I see is a large scar. A scar he'll carry forever, but a scar it is still. I look back up at him with shocked eyes and instantly his eyes turn to worry.

"No, it's good." I say quietly. He sits up and looks down. His scar is very defined and so are his abs, which, I'm trying really hard not to drool for. He looks back up at me and presses his lips to mine. Savouring the moment. I try to taste every corner of his mouth, a familiar, safe taste. He holds me, lovingly for as long as he possibly can. The bed frame is in the way, which doesn't make it comfortable.

"You came back." I whisper.

"Only for you." He says. "Only for you."