I woke to the sound of a constant beeping sound. I struggle to open my eyes, still stuck somewhere in between my dreams and consciousness. My hand slides over the bed searching for Tobias. Surely the noise –an alarm?-has caused him to stir, too. My hand travels across the mattress searching for him and bumps into something cold, hard, and metal. I jump, startled, and my eyes fly open. Immediately, I am blinded by bright lights and move my hand to cover my eyes. The movement causes pain to shoot through my body. Panic envelopes me. I know I'm not in Tobias' apartment. The pain flying through my body sharpens my awareness and slowly I start to gather information about my surroundings. The bed under me is hard and uncomfortable. The room feels chilly and slightly damp. Am I in a prison? Locked in an underground cell? How'd did I get here? What happened? Was Tobias okay?

My heartbeat speeds up as I realize that I can't remember anything from the last few days. I have no recollection of anything. I try to sit up but pain slices through my stomach and reaches up my spine into my head making it spin. I desperately try to open my eyes but struggle against the blinding pain. I slide my hands over my stomach trying to find the source of my pain. I feel the rough edges of bandages and follow the edges with my fingertips. The bandages extend over my entire stomach and back, wrapping around like a brace. I start to panic, unable to remember the source of the injury. I tell myself to think rationally. "Think, Tris. Focus." I tell myself. Where ever I am, someone has taken care of me. Dressed my wounds and kept me alive. Whoever it was must want me alive…at least for the time being. The thought calms me and I open my eyes again. This time I'm prepared for the blinding light. I look around and realize I'm in a hospital. The beeping sound that woke me is a heart monitor that is hooked up to the right of my bed. I look to the other side and see bags of IV's and various medical equipment. The room has a few chairs and all of them are unoccupied. Nobody else is in the room but I can hear distant voices floating in from the hall way.

I fumble around the edges of the bed, searching for a remote to find a call button. I find it and press it. A few seconds later a voice filters in from a speaker in the ceiling.

"Nurse's station. How can I help you?"

I try to speak but my voice comes out as a rasp, too weak to make any sense. I try again but sputter and cough.

"Ms. Prior?", the voice says, "We'll send someone in to help you."

Relief floods me. Wherever I am, they certainly seem friendly. I sink into the pillows and close my eyes. The light in the room makes my head throb. I hear rapid footsteps in the hallway and then the door to my room opening.

"Tris?" a familiar voices rings outs. My eyes fly open. Tobias stands at the foot of the bed. His hair is sticking out at all angles like he does when he is stressed. His eyes are red and have bags under them. He looks like he hasn't slept in days.

All at once, every emotion hits me. Relief that Tobias is standing in front of me. Pain from my still unknown injuries. Confusion and worry from my lack of memory over the last few days. A sob rips from my throat and I drop Tobias' gaze, embarrassed my inability to control my emotions. Tobias immediately moves from the foot of the bed to the side. I feel his hand slip into mine and squeeze gently.

"Tris, you're okay. Don't cry. You're going to be okay," he murmurs over and over. I can't decide if he is trying to convince me or himself. He reaches up and grabs my chin gently and turns my head towards him.

"I love you, Tris. I love you so much. You know that right? You have to know how much I love you." His eyes are bright with tears and his voice raw with emotion.

I nod, slowly with the pounding in head growing worse. I squeeze his hand briefly, then move my hand up to grip his shirt and gently pull his head down to mine. I kiss him with all the emotion I'm feeling. He is careful and cautious with me. I pull back gently and let my fingers trace over his face.

"I love you, Tobias," I croak out. I wince and close my eyes, sinking back into the bed as waves of pain flood through me. I can feel Tobias studying my face.

"Tris, how are you feeling? And don't you dare say fine!" He threatens lightly.

"Like I've been hit by train. Twice." I lick my lips. They're chapped and dry and mouth feels like it's full of cotton. "Tobias, what happened?" I hesitate and open my eyes to look at him. "I can't remember anything except bits and pieces over the last month."