Tobias' POV
Beep...beep...beep
"Toby, I don't like it." Tris moans softly as the doctor hooks her up to machines. I stroke her hand with my thumb, my fingers hooked around her wrist.
"You know we have to make sure your okay Beatrice." The doctor says.
"Not three times a week." Tris mutters.
"Tris.." I say, in my warning voice, she now knows to be quiet. The doctor makes eye contact with me and I slip my hand around Tris' jaw, kissing her lovingly, as the doctor slips a thin needle into her neck and pushes the mind scrambling serum in. Like always, she flinches, ready to attack, until she relaxes as the serum drowns out her CIA training. Three times a week, plus extra doses in her water, that's what keeps her from remembering. Her training was good, and when she woke up, she remembered everything, but nothing can prepare the brain for constant attack.
"Okay Beatrice, your good to go, see you on Monday."
He removes her heart monitor and I scoop her off the bed, she struggles a little until I give her a short glare and she stops.
She knows to stop.
"Thanks." She whispers to the doctor who gives her a nod, and the same to me before walking out of the room.
"Are we going home Toby?" She asks, resting her head against my shoulder, she's always tired after a visit to the hospital, and by the time I've reached my car, I'm placing a sleeping Tris into the back.
Soon we are driving, and this is when I cry. I always do, for what I've done to her. It's irreversible, that's what I was told. When I was younger, my life was messed up by Marcus, then having to look after the kids and now all I want is for her to feel as helpless as I felt, to be stuck with me.
Next to me I hear a small shuffle and I glance over to see Tris wide awake staring at me. I look at her, with that look. And she knows.
She knows.
She's not to say anything.
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I've written this chapter, because I feel that in most fanfics I read, the authors take into account Tobias' tragic past, and at some point in his life, this is going to affect him. And this chapter and most likely the next few, it's it affecting him.
He won't be like this forever.
Neither will she.
Pretendingtofly
P.S Read my new fanfiction:
Tris Prior's Selection
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Agent Tris
FanfictionTris has been part of the CIA since the death of her agent parents at a young age. But Tris is 16 and is bored of hanging around adults who are busy talking into earpieces and fighting. It's time for her to try out High School, but it's not as easy...
