Divergent High

Chapter 35- Broken

Tris' POV:

"What?" I say, my voice quiet.

"I'm sorry ma'am."

Fear plasters in my eyes.

"So how long will he be... you know?" I ask tears drying on my face and new ones slowly falling.

"Hard to say, we can't really tell that at this point," she replies.

"I just-" I begin to cleanse the dry tears with fresh ones.

"We don't know the weapon of the attack that caused it but we do know it was not natural causes," the doctor stammers on.

I sit in a nearby chair and rest my hands on my knees.

I hear rushing footsteps coming down the hallway. I look up.

A mother holds her baby as she races down the building, looking for a room with importance. She looks for a room with her broken happiness sitting inside waiting for a surgery, for a heart attack recovery, for something. Someone she loves must be crumbling right now. Falling into the depth of the hospital. Something bad must of happened to someone she loves, or I wouldn't see her mouth moving as she pants or her child try to sleep again.

Don't worry lady, my love is broken, too.

Uriah's POV:

I couldnt save him. I tried so hard, but she pulled him into the kitchen and I couldn't see.

She escaped. She got away. Lauren slipped from my grasping hands.

I sit in a pile of leaves not far from the hospital. I ran as soon as I got him there. I couldn't handle it.

What if he didn't make it. Should I go back in?

I look back at the moon, sitting upon the building structure of the hospital.

"I can't," I cry as my head falls to my knees in the grass.

Tris' POV:

I close my eyes as Christina's voice fills my ears.

"So, he..?" she sobbs through the phone.

I nod my head and add a yes as pain fills my body.

I don't hurt, not that type of pain, just.. pain. It's a feeling I can't fathom together quite correctly.

"We'll be there as soon as we can."

I haven't moved from this chair, I don't want to. I want to sit here for the rest of my life and slowly fade into the darkness and sadness of this hell hole someone gave the name, "life".

I can't believe this. I can't believe any of it. Someone needs to come and swoop me up. Bridal Style. Take me away from here.

"The only person I want to do that is Four," I cry again.

I cry and cry until there isn't any tears left, I feel as if the tears are my blood and each time I sob, I get weaker and weaker.

A hand slightly places itself on my shoulder.

As much as I want to believe it belongs to Four, I know that's completely insane.

I look up at the source of the supporting hand and stare into the doctor's eyes.

They are true eyes, of love and compassion. They don't have as many tears in them as I know I have in mine.

I love the help, the kidness toward my broken soul, but really I just wish they would cry with me, or go back into the hospital room. I can't stand a slight bit of happiness at all at the moment.