Convergent

Tris

Chapter 2

"Tris, please wake up." It takes me a few seconds to find out who says this, because my brain is still hazy from sleep, but I realize it's Tobias. "Come on, Tris. The doctor needs to check on you," he says, his deep voice surprisingly soft, like a lullaby. "Why," I grunt,"I want to sleep." My words slur together, as if I'm drunk.

I open my eyes, and slowly try to sit up, sending a burst of pain through my body. "Tobias, my chest," I say, wincing and gritting my teeth. He helps me sit up, making the pain worse, but I try not to say anything about it.

The room has a bleary appearance, as if my eyes are covered with a thick coat of fog. Curiously, I ask,"Why is the room so fuzzy?" My head hurts, but I just ignore it. "Pain meds," Tobias says, lacing his fingers through mine.

The doctor says,"Hi Beatrice, I'm Jason. I'm going to run some test to make sure you're okay."

He tells me to move my arms and legs, which I do easily. After he learns that I can breathe fine, he says,"This might hurt, but we need to make sure you're nerves are working."

Jason walks over to me, slapping his gloves onto his hands. "Please, be as gentle as possible," Tobias says. By the concern in his tone, he probably knows what's going to happen.

Softly, Jason presses on an area near my bullet wound, sending sparks of pain through it, but nothing I can't handle. Slowly, he moves closer to the wound, each time hurting worse than the last. I clench Tobias's hand, and he squeezes back, reassuring me.

One of the times Jason presses is so painful, I scream, bursting into tears. "Tobias, it hurts so bad," I mumble, choking in between tears. My wound throbs, almost as painfully as it did when I was shot.

Jason tells us my nerves are fine, but I'm in too much pain to listen. Tobias thanks him as he leaves.

"Shh, Tris it's okay. I'm right here," Tobias says,"You're going to be okay." I cry into his chest for awhile, damping his shirt with tears. He brushes through my hair, soothing me, and making me forget about the pain.

"You okay?" he ask after I stop crying. As he touches my face, it sends both chill and excitement through my body. "Yeah, I'm fine." I curl in a ball, lying my head onto his chest. He pulls me closer, and his soft lips brush mine. "Thank you," he whispers, so soft that I can barely hear it. "For what?" Gently, he wraps his arms around my small frame. "For saving my life, and everything else you've done for me." Smiling, I mutter softly,"The pain of losing you would be worse than any other pain I've felt in my life."

"I won't let them kill me. Death can't even break us apart."

"I won't leave you either," I say, closing my eyes because they are unable to stay open. "I love you," he whispers,"And I always will."

"I love you, too," I mumble, so quietly I don't think he heard. His hand brushes through my hair, making me forget about everything else.

This war could destroy us, or worse; to kill one of us, leaving the other alone, with no one to love.

But with his arms wrapped around me, I feel safe. Safe from war, safe from death, and safe from losing him. My eyes close, summoning a deep, deep sleep, and I will be safe here, now, and hopefully, forever.

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