All for You.

Chapter Two - Progress

Chapter Two - Progress

-- Tris

The physical therapist that has been working with me is very kind.

She's tall, and her hair is dyed blonde, her roots a darker brown color. Her smile is gentle, and she has patience I dream to ever have a portion of.

She greets me and talks my ear off as she wheels me across the room I was in. This area of the hospital is full of large glass windows, and the walls are a shade of blue that is just barely too dark to consider it baby blue.

"How are you feeling today?" She asks me as we take a turn down the one hallway. Her office is just outside of the rehab center, and it's not specifically for hospital patients.

It's for people in the real world as well.

"Honestly, I'm anxious."

"Why's that?" She asks, pressing a button to automatically open the door to the real world filled with real world people. She pushes me in the chair, taking the first hallway on the left past a waiting room of people.

"I really want to go outside. Walk. Be able to get around."

"Well, apparently what I have planned for today is a good plan. Today I was going to get you your own pair of crutches. You know, get them for your height, and they'll be padded, unlike the extra crappy ones you've used with me. I also wanted to work with you on getting up when you fall. It sounds a lot easier than it actually is... especially with that cast going up past your knee."

I smile at the thought of using crutches. It means I would be able to walk, on one leg of course, but on my own.

"I feel bad for forgetting, but what's your name?" I ask, knowing I ask her this almost every day.

"That's alright." She lightly laughs. "And call me Julie."

"And you're Beatrice." She jokingly emphasizes my full name, and I groan.

"Tris." I use the same tone she used on my full name.

I know she goes through this to make sure I don't forget my name. After my last trip into the real world, everyone was convinced I forgot who I was. Now, everyone, all the time is asking me what my name is, when my birthday is, what my birth faction is, who my friends are, where I am, and everything along those lines.

"I don't remember you telling me your birthday."

Of course. Next question on the list.

"The one nurse said she was going to find it out. I was born Abnegation, and birthdays are considered self centered. Abnegation be--"

"Believes in rejecting vanity." She cuts me off.

"You're an Erudite born."

"Born and raised."

"My brother transferred to Erudite."

"Caleb Prior."

"You really do read minds, don't you Julie."