fourtris oneshots

sickness

It was the morning of their four year anniversary, and Tris was sick. Tris woke up, sprinting to the bathroom as the contents in her stomach came out of her mouth just a minute later. The second feeling she had, other than the horrible migraine and the queasy feeling, was guilt. Her boyfriend woke up right after her, throwing the sheets aside and running behind her. He picked up the hair that fell around her head, pressing a kiss to the top and murmured, "It's okay. You're okay."

She tried to speak, but Tris threw up more into the toilet and the effort was a strain on her vocal cords. Tears squeezed out of her eyes and her boyfriend found a hair tie from the bathroom drawer and quickly tied her hair together loosely. He reached to get a washcloth, wetting it with ice cold water as Tris sat back from the toilet. Tobias ran the cloth over her face, wiping the tears and the vomit from around her mouth. They waited a few minutes, Tobias wetting the cloth with cold water and brushing it over her face, both of them waiting to see if she would get sick again. Her limbs felt heavy, but nothing else stirred in her stomach, and she leaned more back into her boyfriend.

Tobias helped her stand and walk to the sink, reaching for her toothbrush himself and putting toothpaste on it. He handed it to Tris, holding her body tight as she brushed her teeth. When she was done, he picked her body up into his arms and carried her to the bed.

The curtains were blowing from the wind caused by the fan and the morning sun leaked into the room, straining Tris's eyes. Tobias left the room, telling her he was going to get a thermometer and water for her, and Tris pulled the covers up over her shoulders. Chills wracked her body, even ad her face felt feverish.

Tobias sat beside her, reaching to set the water on the side table. He held out the thermometer to her mouth, pulling her body into his arms as it counted up. Feeling her chest get heavy, Tris coughed, the sound groggy and harsh. The thermometer beeped and Tobias took it away from her lips, checking the numbers on the screen. Tobias frowned deeply, sighing as he laid the object on his side table.

"One hundred and one point three," he said, moving down more on the bed. "Seems we aren't going on that date today."

Tris's voice rasped as she tried to say, "I'm sorry--"

"You don't have to say anything," Tobias stopped her before she could speak any longer. "Rest. I'll be here when you wake up."

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Tris felt as if she was truly dying. That might've been quite an overreaction, but it was true. As Tris woke up again, her nose was stuffed and her chest had felt even more heavy than before. To try and get rid of it, Tris coughed. As soon as she did, Tris winced at the feeling of her throat. Tobias was on the phone, mumbling low into it when Tris turned over and looked up to him.

Noticing her move, he smiled as her and reached a hand to rub over the side of her waist. "Thank you," he said, "and I'm sorry for any inconvenience." He hung the phone up just seconds later.

That was when she noticed the engagement ring that was sitting on his lap.

"Whoa." The word was barely a sound as she looked with wide eyes to it. The silver ring was beautiful and simple at the same time, with one diamond ring at the middle. Ther Tobias seemed to realize it was still sitting there, and he quickly picked it up, reaching for the carrier and placing it back inside. "Tobias--"

"You weren't supposed to see that," he said, voice full with panic. "I'm sorry."

Tris waited one minute. Let another one pass. Then she was speaking, coughing before she did so. "Is that for me? Were you going to ask me?"

"Of course it's for you." Tobias didn't close the case, but still held it in his hand, eyes on the ring inside. "I was planning to ask you tonight."

On the night of our anniversary.

Was he still going to ask her?

"Now that you've seen it. . ." Tobias got out of the bed, taking the ring with him and walking around. He took a breath before falling to one knee, holding out the case. His smile was wobbly. Was he actually. . .nervous?

"Will you marry me?" Tobias shook his head, a soft smile on his lips. "I was going to prepare a long speech, telling you how in love I am with you and how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you. . .but I'm not that kind of guy. I told you a month after I asked you to be my girlfriend that I am in love with you. I still have those feelings, and you know that. We have--We've talked so much about children, and I want you to be their mother. I want my children to grow in your stomach. I want to live old with you, and watch our children grow up." Tris wiped at her eyes, sniffing as she saw the tears begin to form in Tobias's eyes.

"I want to see you walk down that aisle, toward me." Tobias smiled, "So, will you marry me?"

Tris nodded, the word of acceptance barely passing her lips due to her loss of voice, and Tobias reached to grab her hand and slide the ring onto her ring finger. After doing so, he reached to kiss her, and Tris stopped him quick.

"I'm sick," she said.

"I don't care."

So, Tobias finally kissed her, and let her pull him to the bed.

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When Tobias says he's not that type of guy for long speeches buT THEN CONTINUES TO MAKE A LONG SPEECH