Right? --A Fourtris/Tris Pedrad Story

Chapter 49

Zeke
I slam my fists onto the desk. All of the cameras are black. They've been like that almost all morning. The last thing it shows is Tris and Four in the training room this morning. Wait. She said that she had to train. She just went this morning. Wtf?

I sprint to the hospital. I need to talk to Four. Everyone sits in the waiting room, Uri, mom, Mar, Liam, Noah, Matthew, Shauna, and Lynn. "All the cameras are black since early this morning. Tris said she had to train, but she and Four just went this morning, " I say, sitting down next to Shauna and Mom.

Nothing. No leads. Only that video. The video of then taking her. The video of her trying to protect him. Him not protecting her. No, stop thinking like that. There were probably fifteen guys with guns. No two people could fight them off while at gunpoint. Not a chance.

"Anyone here for Four?" A doctor asks and we all jump up. "Family?" We all shake our heads. "He doesn't have any family here, " Mom says. "Well, I'll see who's on his emergency contact list." We nod and sit back down.

"We've got three, Beatrice, Zeke, and Hana." He left me as a contact? Mom and I stand. "Follow me please." She takes us through the black halls. Nurses rush by with IVs and machines. We even pass a few people crying.

She stops outside a door. "He has several broken ribs, a broken arm, and a broken knee. There also several gashes that needed stitches. When he walked up, don't let him move." We silently nod and we walk in.

Casts cover his chest, right arm, and part of his right leg. I have never seen him look so weak. Even when he was sick for almost a week and Tris helped him with everything, he looked better than this. A long cut runs down his bandaged arm. Stitches close a wound on his forehead.

I sit on one side of him and mom on the other. "Look." I hand her the phone and she hysterically sobs as she watches. Especially when she calls out the last audible thing from her. She tells Four she loves him. That's it. The last words we know of.

"He tried to defend her, " she mutters. '"But she wouldn't let him, " I finish. Of course, she wouldn't. Sometimes I think she's more abnegation than dauntless. When Four was sick, this, the apartment she gave us, babysitting at least once a week. She was always there for us. Even when she was the youngest and she still cooked, cleaned, did everything around the house that mom couldn't do. And I couldn't just be there for her this once.

"Who would do that? They said they only wanted her," Mom asks, setting the phone down. "I don't know. The only people that I know would have grudges would be Eric and Peter." She shrugs.

Tears stream down Mom's face. We have to find her. She's the glue that has left our family together for years. I don't know where we'd be without her. Probably not where we are now.

It's almost an hour later when the heart monitor goes crazy. I open my eyes and see Four yanking out all of the IVs in his arms. He swings his legs over the side of the bed. Mom and I rush to stop him. "Calm down. Lay back down, " Mom says, pushing him back. A panicked look covers his sweaty face. He shakes his head and pushes her it of the way.

Four winces when stepping on his right leg. He looks down and sees the casts. "Calm down, " I say, forcing him back onto the bed. I even see small tears in his eyes. "I have to find her. I didn't protect her. I have to." I hear the desperation in his voice. I see the longing in his eyes.

"Four, you're in no state to walk around. You're hurt." He shakes his head. "I don't give a flying fuck about me. Where the hell is she? I have to go to the control room." He hobbies towards the door. "I already checked. All cameras have been out since your morning training session. Why did she lie to us?"