Divergent: Come Back to Me

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

TRIS POV:

It's been two weeks. Two weeks since I, as Uriah so delicately puts it, woke from the dead. Uriah has been hanging in my infirmary room a lot recently, and we've begun to get back to our normal dynamics of poking fun at each other. Matthew offered to take Uriah back to his family a week ago, but Uriah insisted that he wanted to wait with me. I partially believe that he's slightly nervous about going back, as he always questions what I think Zeke will say.

I, on the other hand, am terrified of seeing Tobias. What is he gonna say to me? What would I have said to him if he had done this to me? I honestly don't know what's gonna happen, and  not knowing is killing me.

A knock sounds on the door, three quick rasps is all it takes for both Uriah's and my heads to shoot towards it. I call out a quick, "Yeah?", allowing for them to enter as we both sit in silence now waiting for whoever it is. I don't normally get any visitors other than Uriah, and the nurses tend to just barge in.

Matthew enters the room, sans his normal lab coat attire, sporting casual jeans and a t-shirt. He nods his head in a greeting, walking towards the foot of my bed.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, raising his eyebrows as he looks at the heart monitor and other equipment around me.

I sigh, "Fine, just want to get out of here."

"Not long now. I've heard that your making a great recovery, I just want you to gain a little more weight before we go anywhere," he pauses turning towards Uriah, "actually, I want both of you to gain a little weight. According to your last weigh-in...yesterday, I want, you, Tris to gain fifteen pounds, and Uriah, only four pounds please."

"That's gonna take a while isn't it?" I question, frustration radiating throughout me at the thought of having to wait any longer to leave this hell hole.

"Yeah, to healthily gain fifteen pounds, it may take a little bit, depending..." he pauses thinking, "maybe in like two to three weeks we can plan on getting you guys out of here."

I roll my eyes, why is my weight a concern, I feel fine. They even took out my IV's, and are just occasionally monitoring my vitals to make sure there's no delayed effects of the revival serum. I shouldn't be holding Uriah back this long, he wants to see his family, I know it. Also, no matter how terrified I am, I still long for Tobias.

"Matthew, I can't wait that long. We need to tell them we're alive. Why can't I just gain the weight after we go back to Chicago?" I question, slightly begging with him to let us go back.

He glances between Uriah and I, giving us looks of pity, "I don't know. I'm worried about you leaving in such a fragile state. Not only is your body adjusting to movement again, but you're thin, and your bones are frail. I don't want you falling over and breaking a leg."

I sigh, my head falling back against the pillows behind me, a little bit of frustration and desperation coursing through me. I just want to see him, hear his voice, know how he's doing. Yes I'm terrified to confront him about what happened, and why I chose what I did, but...I miss him.

I don't notice the tear that travels down my face until Uriah sits up in his chair, grabbing my hand in an attempt to comfort me. Using the back of my hand, I rub the tear away, swallowing the lump that is accumulating in my throat.

Looking over at Uriah, I notice he's already staring at me, the same pity look cast over his, usually, joyful brown eyes. We sit in silence for a minute, Uriah trying to comfort me while I push my feelings down.

Eventually Uriah speaks up, "Please just let us go home a little early, I promise I'll keep an eye on her so that she gains weight, and doesn't fall and crack a bone. We both just miss our families. How about we stay like another 4 to five days? That way you can run some last tests on her, and then we can be on our way."