Chicago State University - A Divergent Story. [EDITING]

Chapter 17 - Overcoming Obstacles.

Fear drummed through Tris' veins. She stared at Four. They had to leave. They had to leave now. Tris feared that if they didn't move immediately, the four of them would never leave the hospital alive.

"Tris?" Caleb said.

"We have to get out of here." Tris blurted out.

"What do you mean?" Four said, leaning towards her.

"I mean we have to leave the hospital now."

"Why?" Four questioned.

"Don't you trust me?" Tris said. "I'm not just saying it, okay. We need to get Uriah out of his bed and leave."

"Okay. Maybe we could find him a wheelchair?" Four suggested, raking his fingertips through his hair.

"Yes. Good idea. I'll go look for one." Caleb said, starting towards the door.

"NO!" Tris screamed, unable to stop herself.

"What? You're the one who wants to leave. I'm helping you." Caleb said.

"Yes, and I'm grateful. Extremely. But you cannot walk out of that door alone." Tris ordered. "You must stay here where I can see you."

"But why?" Caleb asked.

"I can't tell you right now. Just stay here. Four, you go find a chair." Tris said as Four made his way toward the door.

As his hands gripped the long handle loosed nailed to the door, Uriah screamed, his hands clutching his head and his fingers scraping down his face. He made a hissing noise, as his eyes scrunched up. He was hurting himself.

Without thinking, Tris leapt up and got a hold of his hands. His finger tips were curled into balls, resembling the claws of a wild animal. Uriah kicked his legs out, smashing them against the bed over and over again. Tris had no idea what was happening to him. Maybe it was some drug the nurses had given him?

She'd never find out.

Four ran into the hall and within seconds, came hurtling through the door, wheelchair at the ready. He walked over to the hospital bed in two swift strides. Caleb ripped the covers from Uriah's bed, and threw them across the room. Both Caleb and Four picked up Uriah, and placed him in the wheelchair.

Four screamed at Tris, "Open the door." A command to which she obeyed, immediately.

Uriah had stopped his screaming, and was looking around in confusion. His eyes searched Tris' face, he must want some explaination as to what just happened. He didn't know himself. Tris stifled back tears that were threatening to spill onto her cheeks. She would be strong, not only for herself, but for Uriah, Four and Caleb, too.

Four pushed the wheelchair out of the door with force. The wheels span as fast a cheetah running at full speed. Tris' feet pounded against the stone of the floor, Caleb mirroring her. The lights flickered on and off, illuminating their way. They needed to get to an elevator, and fast.

When they came to a double hallway, Four shouted, turning his head to breafly look at Tris. "Where were the elevators? I can't remember the way!"

"I'm sure it was the left!" She shouted back.

Four must've trusted her, as he turned the wheelchair down the hall to the left. Tris thought that he could be an olympic runner, the speed at which he ran. In his tight jeans, Tris could see each of his muscles move, each flicker of light creating contrasts against his skin.

Tris got de ja vu, as she slammed into Four's back. She remembered the day that she ran into his chest in the shower room. That felt like years ago, when it was merely a few weeks. How her life had changed.