Divergent | No War

59 - Fever

Tobias
I wake up to the bed shifting and fast footsteps. Then suddenly a door gets slamed close.

Frowning i get out of bed.

"Tris?" I ask into the room.

I hear muffled sounds coming out of the bathroom.

I guide myself towards the door and open it.

When i see what is happening i am quickly by her side.

"Tris. Are you okay?" I hold back her hair while she hangs over the toilet and throws up.

"Yeah." She croaks out. "I don't want you to see me like this."

I sigh and help her stand up. "I don't care." I just answer.

She brushes her teeth and rinses her mouth. The whole time i am behind her. Hold her hair or rub her back.

"What happened?" I ask while i guide her towards the bed again.

I feel how warm she is under her shirt and how much she is sweating.

"Do you have a fever?" I ask frowning. She shrugs.

"Wait a second. Lets just change your shirt."

She nods. When she turns around i gasp. She is really pale. Nearly as white as a sheet.

"Oh god, when did this happen?" I ask and stroke her cheek.

She shakes her head. "I don't know." She shudders. "During the night i just felt worse and worse and then i had this feeling like i might throw up."

I nod and help her change her clothes.

When she is done i help her into the bed again.

"Thank you." She whispers tiredly with her eyes already closed.

I kiss her forehead. "No problem."

Soon she is asleep again. I tip toe over to the clock. Its only 5 am.

I leave for the cafeteria to get tris something to eat.

I get her an orange juice, a tea, a plain bread and some scrambled eggs.

I eat my breakfast in the cafeteria. Since none of my friends are here yet i eat alone.

When i leave people slowly start trickling in. I even spot mar and shauna in a corner but i decide that i have to take care of tris first.

When i enter the apartment she is still asleep.

I leave the food on the table and lie down next to her again.
I just watch her sleep. She has a few pearls of sweat on her forehead and on the side of her nose.

I get up and get a wet washing cloth.

Softly i touch the cloth to her face and wipe away the sweat. She sighs in her sleep and i have to smile.

I wish she wasn't ill. I hate it when she is ill or sad.

Only two hours later she wakes up again.

I am just in the kitchen when i hear her coughing loudly.

I walk into the bedroom and see that she just rolls onto her side.

"Tris?" I whisper into the room. "Yeah. I'm awake." Her voice sounds better now. Thats a good sign.

I enter the still dark room and draw back the curtains a bit.

Tris squints against the sudden brightness and pulls the blanket over her head.