Game Over (A Divergent Fanfiction)

Chapter 11 | More Than Just a Gift //Four POV

Whoops, it's been like 10 months. My bad. 

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"Sometimes wrong 

helps us find the right"

-unknown

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Whoa, the quote made a diamond. That's oddly very satisfying.

Four POV

I sat with my face in my hands, staring at the empty chair facing across from me. The hospital was silent except for the occasional clicking of heels as someone walked by.

I glanced at my watch again. Half an hour had passed since I brought Tris here. My phone had died already, so there was nothing to distract me from the flashback continuously playing in my head.

She had been so close to me, her body nearly pressed up against mines. I could smell her from where I was standing, and all I wanted to was just lean in, a little closer, to just close that gap between us... I was already distracted to begin with, so when Tris stepped back, it immediately caused me to lose my balance just as I was swinging the hammer down. Her screams still rang in my head and it felt like it was cracking open my skull.

I didn't know what was wrong with me, why I was so infatuated with this girl that I had just met. I've never felt this way before about anyone.

And I hated it.

I hated it so much. Why, why, why was I so obsessed with this annoying girl? She hated me and I all wanted was to hate her, yet no matter how hard I tried...I just couldn't.

Suddenly, the door to hospital swung open as a group of people stormed into the hospital. At first I thought nothing of it, until I looked up and realized that it was headed by an anxious Uriah, with Zeke and Christina following close behind. He immediately ran to the front desk, demanding to see Tris, but the receptionist simply stared at him and told him to wait until the doctors were finished.

While Uriah argued with her, Christina noticed me staring at them and quickly walked over to me.

"Four!" She waved, flashing a giant smile. This girl has got to be one of the most enthusiastic fans I've ever met.

"Hey Christina," I replied, slowly standing up from my seat on the hard, leather chair.

Once she reached me, the smile had disappeared from her face, only to be replaced with a worry that rivaled Uriah's. "So how is she?"

I shrugged my shoulders, feeling incredible pathetic, "I don't know, no one's told me anything yet."

And right on cue, one of the doctors that I saw take Tris away walked into the waiting room holding a clipboard against his stomach. The receptionist pointed Uriah towards the doctor and I quickly followed behind with Christina. The doctor exchanged a quick conversation with the receptionist before leading us down a long hallway. Uriah hovered over the doctor's shoulder as he explained to us about Tris' condition.

"It's nothing life-threatening but her thumb was severely fractured. She'll probably have to wear a cast for a couple of weeks, but we don't think that any surgery will be required."

We all collectively sighed at the same time, letting out a giant breath of relief. Uriah fell back into place besides the doctor while we all followed closely behind.

"Hey, Four, nice of you to come," Zeke smiled at me.

"Actually-" I began, but I was cut off with an intense glare from Christina. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion but she simply just shook her head and mouthed "not now".

Zeke didn't seem to notice this exchange and simply smiled and walked ahead to catch up with Uriah. Once he was out of earshot, I fell into step besides Christina.

"What was that all about?" I asked.

She kept her gaze fixed ahead while she answered, "It's nothing."

"C'mon."

"Well, it's just that Uriah can get really jealous sometimes...and I don't think that Tris told him about how you two spend hours afterschool with each other alone in a room."

I let out a heavy breath, "The way you say it makes it sound like we're doing something so much more than just making Uriah's gift."

"Is that really all that's happening?" There was no judgement in her voice, no suspicion or accusation. The pure curiousity in her voice was a breath of fresh air from my daily flood of questions form the paparazzi.

"Honestly," by now, we had reached her room and her doctor had stopped to scribble something on his clipboard, "I have no idea what's happening."

She turned to me, watching me with an intense gaze, "Just make sure you figure it out before Uriah does."

Before I could even think of a reply, the doctor finally opened the door and let us in. Uriah sprinted in there faster than I've ever seen him run before, and the rest of us all followed closely behind.

The hospital room was a light shade of teal, with blue tiles on the ground. It was a cramped space, with only a sink, two chairs, and sitting on the bed was Tris. She was leaning against the wall, holding a book in one hand, and had the other resting on the table beside her. I felt the guilt coursing through me as I saw her thumb, covered in layers of bandage, which seemed to double -no, triple- the size of her finger.

When she saw us come in, Tris immediately dropped her book and looked up at his, a giant smiled plastered all across her face. Uriah immediately wrapped his arms around her in a hug, and when she laughed and squeezed back, I couldn't help but feel my chest tightening.

Christina's words echoed in my mind, figure it out before Uriah does. I needed to figure out how I really felt about Tris before doing anything to jeopardize my friendship with Uriah. Plus, I didn't even know if Tris felt the same way as I did, she probably didn't, judging by how she treated me when I first got here. But somehow, I couldn't just write her off as just some other girl, I couldn't ignore the spark that ignited in my stomach every time I saw her, I couldn't just ignore our connection. There were so many things that I couldn't do and at that moment, a sense of utter helplessness washed over me.

But then the unexpected happened. After Tris pulled away from Christina's death grip, she turned and smiled at me. "Four, didn't expect to see you here!" Before I could reply, she turned and started talking to Zeke.

I knew how pathetic it was, for me to latch onto that one fleeting moment, but I couldn't help but feel a flutter of hope. And somewhere, somehow, I knew that I was gonna do whatever it took, to win Tris over.

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Hey guys, I just busted out this chapter in an hour and my computer is gonna die and I'm honestly just so tired so there's probably a million spelling and grammar mistakes but I really hope you guys still liked it cuz this is a pretty big moment for Four and I'm honestly just rambling now so I'm just gonna shut up and post this. 

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