Chapter One:
a/n: Hey guys. It's me, emmabeth. I'm back with another one. I'd like to just say that this one is an alternate ending for the trilogy, and contains a little fluff. So… yeah… now that that's over… let's do it.
Disclaimer: OMG! I own Divergent. Psych! Sadly, my name is not Veronica Roth, and therefore, I have no rights to anything but my fan fiction.
Chapter one: Day One: 8:45 P.M.
Four POV
I head into the compound. I can practically feel Zeke's eyes boring into my back. I see Cara. She looks exhausted. There's a bandage covering her forehead. Tris is not with her.
I begin to both run and panic. "Where's tris?" I demand. Cara swallows. "Where is Tris?" I ask.
Maybe she just needed privacy. But deep inside, I know that wasn't it. If Tris had needed privacy, she would've told Cara to come and tell me. The panic sends a sour taste through my mouth.
"She went into the lab. Not Caleb." No. No. No. No. Tris is not dead. She can't be.
"She's alive. She just got out of surgery." I leave them all there and I run.
I reach the infirmary in five minutes flat, and find Caleb pacing a hallway. I storm toward him and he backs up. Good. He should be scared of me. I am so sick of him messing her up.
I would have punched him, but the door to a room opens before I have the chance. "Does Tris have any immediate family here?" asks a doctor.
I nod. "Me." And Caleb doesn't argue for once. I enter the room.
Nurses and doctors block my view. I look at the doctor. "We have full confidence she will wake up. We just don't know when. She survived the ordeal in a "medically induced coma." Those can take awhile to wake up from sometimes. It will probably be several weeks to months. I'll leave you alone with her."
He gestures for the nurses to follow him, leaving my view of Tris clear. I hate to say it, but she looks like hell boiled over. There are so many tubes connected to her. I don't even know what most of them do. Her face is gray, not it's usual creamy color. Her eyes are open, but devoid of the natural spark that burns in them. She looks so small surrounded by the machines.
And I know that if she were awake, she would be miserable. And that breaks my heart. I fall to my knees at her bedside. Tears stream from my eyes.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I should've taken you with me. I should've stayed behind." I stay there, sobbing for a long time. Eventually, though, I cry myself to sleep.
a/n: So? How was it? Did it suck to bad? Huge shoutout to my awesome beta reader Hannah, who had to read the extremely crappy version of this. And in case your wondering, I will update this one every two days after you think we can get to three reviews by then? If so, I will make that day a two chapter day. See ya!
Emmabeth.
