Divergent Powers High

Chapter 27: Recovery

I rise gently, this time. No electric nerve shocks or muscle pains. Just a girl in a hospital bed. 

My eyes drift to the side, and I see somebody in a chair, a blanket pulled over him and a hoodie covering his face. My brain wants to think it's David, but I don't think that's possible. 

"H-hello?" I croak, having a bit of déjà vu. 

His head pops up, and my heart melts at his smile. "Toby?" I ask. 

He jumps up, embracing me in his arms. All I can do his cry and curl up, letting him hold me and stroke my hair with gentle hands. 

"My love. My Bea. My BumbleBea." He whispers. 

Tears pour steadily, but for once, they are tears of joy. Of all the times I've cried these last two months, I can finally cry with content. After what seems like a lifetime, he finally pulls back. 

I'm startled by the Tobias I see in front of me. His normally muscular figure has slimmed down significantly. His eyes adorn aggressive dark circles and they seem red and puffy. He looks beaten down, like he hasn't been eating and he has let his stress get the better of him. 

"Toby, what's wrong?" I ask, wincing as I pull my legs up to my body. 

His smile grows, "Now? Absolutely nothing." 

Tobias leans down, bringing my lips to meet his. I smile into the kiss, pulling his face closer to mine. As our lips move, it's like a breath of fresh air. The energy courses through my body, something I've never felt before. I find myself standing up so he doesn't have to lean down. Every second we touch or move our lips, a new wave of intensity takes over my senses. 

Finally our lips part, red and swollen. I rest my head against his, just absorbing the moment. 

"I love you, Bea." 

"I love you too, Toby." 

"Toby!" Her voice screeches across the room, making my ears ring. 

"Hi Christina." I laugh, pulling away from my love. 

She squeals, running and jumping into my arms. I smile, hugging her back. "I missed you so much! Are you okay? What did he do to you?" 

I push her back, my mind dimming. In all honesty, the memories of him had been suppressed until she said that. I wasn't thinking of it, nor did I want to. 

The others walk into the room, all smiling until they see my face. I sit back down on the bed, fiddling with my hands. Now, it's hard to think of anything but what just happened. 

"Christina..." Tobias growls, grabbing her arm. I flinch at his motion, bringing my shaking knees to my chest. 

"I'm gonna give her a minute." Christina says, walking out. Lynn sits on the edge of the bed, as does Toby, before the rest of them exit the room. 

Lynn offers a genuine smile, something I don't remember seeing much beforehand. She gently places her hand on my leg, but images of Natalie doing the same flash across my mind. I cover my eyes, scared that once I look back up I'll be in that room with David, Natalie, a bed and nothing else. 

"Bea. You're okay. I'm right here." Tobias says, pulling my arms from my face. 

I exhale shakily, looking into his comforting blue eyes. 

"Six, where's that brave girl I met so long ago?" Lynn asks, smiling. 

I answer honestly, "Gone. She left the day I got shot." 

Tobias's face goes cold, "You got shot?" 

It's strange to me that they don't know these things, they don't know everything that happened to me. "I-yes. By David." 

He shakes his head, jaw tightening, "Then I'm glad he's dead." 

"He's dead? What about Natalie?" I exclaim, panicking. 

"The woman? She's alive. I don't think they are charging her because it seemed she was forced to work for him." Lynn explains, bringing a smile to my face. 

My mind wanders for a second, before asking, "What about Matthew? Is he okay?" 

In all honesty, he hasn't crossed my mind in a while. I remember, right after I truly woke up, when David told me Matthew and I were the only ones who didn't get out. I never saw him, however, and didn't get a chance to before I was rescued. 

Tobias grabs my hands, "Bea, Matthew... Matthew didn't make it." 

I go silent, heart racing. How could he have been hurt in the rescue? The guards wouldn't have shot him, that much I know. 

"He died before you were even taken. He died the day everyone else escaped." 

My breath stops, and I feel my throat going dry. Tears well up at my eyes, but they don't spill. He's dead. He's been dead for two fucking months. Two months, and I never knew. Matthew is dead. The man who got me through so much of this mission is dead. 

"Are you alright?" 

"No." I squeak. 

I don't think I'll ever be 'okay' again. 

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Three incredibly exhausting days after I escaped that hell hole, the DPA finally cleared me to leave. The government was involved in a lot of the investigation, which lead to many hours of questioning on my part, and a thorough examination of me and my abilities. 

The list racked up, it was hard to tell, but I think now, after all of that, I have fire, ice, telekinesis, mind manipulation, teleportation, shape shifting, electricity, super strength, super speed, invisibility, and maybe levitation. It's a lot, and I don't know if I can handle all of it. Six to eleven. 

"Bea, are you ready to go?" Tobias asks, jumping onto the bed. 

I laugh, pulling his hoodie over my head, "As ready as I'll ever be." 

I'm very grateful that this time, Tobias and his healing abilities was all I needed to recover. Will tells me that I was clinically dead for five minutes, which is surreal, but I don't remember it. After that it was left to the beauty of being divergent. 

My love grabs some of my things, and we head out the doors. I take in a deep breath of the stony air, for one last time. David and everything he stands for is gone, there isn't much point in the DPA, it's just being reduced to a small new department in the government. These once bustling, lively halls will be cleared, nothing but the chasm making a noise. 

We head down the halls and meet everybody near the stairs. Christina smiles and embraces me, wrapping her arms around me, "I love you so much, Tris. Never leave me again." 

Six, the persona I once wore with pride, she may be gone. 

I'm Tris, I'm Bea, and for once, I can say with confidence, "I won't. I'll always be here."