The Way He Is

Chapter 3

Tris's POV:

It had been weeks since I had heard from Troye. All of a sudden all of his 'I am so sorry' emails stopped coming in. He didn't send his 'please forgive me' texts anymore. He hadn't come to visit
me since he kissed me. Being in the hospital every waking moment gives you a lot of time to think. My thoughts changed from "WHAT AN ASSHOLE!! HE COULD HAVE AT LEAST SAID SOMETHING!" to "I miss him. Just because he is gay doesn't mean I love him any less". I felt horrible. I was in a similar position to Troye. I loved a man who could never love me back, except, Troye's position is worse. All I wanted to do was help him, but I couldn't! I was stuck in this rank hospital for 8 more weeks. "There's no way in HELL I'm going to wait that long" I thought.

Now before I continue with the story, I just wanted to add one minor detail. I. Was. On. So. Much. Morphine.

I finally decided. "Fuck this shit, I'm going to see Troye. NOW". I unhooked most of the things that we're keeping me alive, grabbed my crutches and made a dash for it. Unfortunetally, most nurses don't let a psychotic ex girlfriend out of the hospital early to go "see" their ex boyfriend, much less one that was hopped up on morphine.

Being in the hospital all the time doesn't really let you catch up with your friends, so when I asked my buddy, Trevor, to pick me up from the hospital his response was "sure, babe!" "WAIT BITCH YOUR IN THE HOSPITAL!?" (He would make an 'amazing' Sherlock Holmes, wouldn't he?)

Before I knew it I was on my way to Troye's apartment.