Tobias POV

Rounding a corner to get to the weapons lab, I hear a gun shot ring out. I know Caleb is dead; he should be inside the lab by now. With the doors to the Weapons Lab in view, my heart nearly skips a beat. Someone tall is standing in front of the doors.

Caleb?

It is Caleb, and the doors are open! Tris. She could not have gone in. Could she?

Two more loud claps ring in my ears. The gun went off again, and it is coming from inside the Weapons lab.

Memory serum suddenly clouds the air.

Before I can even think about the danger, I bolt through the doors, through where I think Death Serum still clings to the walls and into the room with all the weapons. The sight that awaits me is unbearable.

Tris is lying on the floor with blood pooling around her. Across the room, David sits dazed by the memory serum, a gun in his lap.

I feel the tears well up, but I withhold them as best as I can.

Comprehending that David shot Tris makes me want to strangle him, but she needs my immediate attention. She is more important.

Stumbling to the ground beside Tris, I assess her wounds. She has been shot three times that I can see. Twice in her side and once in the lower part of her neck. Every gunshot wound is bleeding profusely.

I have been trying to speak, to say her name, but my words are stuck in my throat. They choke me.

As I check for a pulse, I choke out, "Tris?"

She moans weakly.

My racing heart rate is hard to control. She is bleeding out. "Tris. Can you hear me? It is Tobias!" I squeak. Never in my life have I sounded so scared or frightened.

Her pulse is slowing rapidly when I reposition my hand on her neck to cover the wound in her neck. The other hand finds its way to where she got shot in her side. I put pressure on all of her wounds.

She has lost so much blood.

I quickly slip off my shirt over my head, so I can use it to stop the bleeding in her side. My insecurities from being exposed are insignificant compared to the possibility of loosing Tris. Within seconds, I feel the warm liquid soaking through.

Caleb gasps from behind me, but I pay no attention to his appearance.

Tris is dyeing

She is as pale as a ghost. Her skin is pasty and clammy.

I decide to check Tris's pulse again. "No!" I cry out. "No! No! No!" Her pulse is gone.

I continue to apply pressure to every place she got shot and shout her name as if it will bring her back to life. Somewhere deep within me, I think it is possible because my love can not be dead.

Tears fall as I loose control. My body numbs and my body shakes. Tris is gone.

Grabbing her hand, I whisper her name and how much I love her over and over again. It has no effect on the limp hand or the body it is attached to.

Finally, I give up hope. Lifting her up, I press a desperate kiss to her forehead; though, I know she will never feel my touch again.

My vision is clouded, and my ears hear nothing except a loud buzz. Still, I glance over her lifeless body. What I find seems to be a trick of the tears that blur my vision.

Tris's abdomen is elevated. It makes me curious.

Resting my hand on her stomach, I feel a faint bump. Tris is pregnant. She is pregnant!

The gears in my head kick into overdrive. I sweep her up in my arms, and jog with her to the infirmary. Hopefully, someone there has not been effected by the memory serum.

When I rush her in, there is one woman that looks like she has been unaffected by the serum. Her eyes are bright. "Oh my! What happened?" She asks me.

Feeling suddenly exposed my by bare chest, I explain, "She was shot multiple times. I can not find her pulse anymore, but I think she may have been pregnant. Save the baby!"

"I will do my best." The doctor says.

She directs me to place her on an operating table, and I obey. Then she ushers me out of the room, so she can perform emergency surgery.

I pace for hours in the waiting room. One by one, everyone begins filing in to the infirmary.

Caleb is the first one to arrive followed by Amar, Cara, Christina, and so on.

The thick, drying blood clings to my skin under the spare shirt I found in a closet. The concealment calms me slightly, but the blood remind minds me that Tris is dead.

She bleed to death right in front of me. David killed her. David is a murderer.

As I taken a deep breath, Christina asks, "Is Tris alright?"

I stop pacing and stair at her. My tears had slowed, but her question converted my eyes into a faucet.

At this, she stopped asking questions. I am sure that neither she nor anyone else in this room has ever seen me cry before. It answers their question better than words ever could.

I loose track of time. Many people go in and out, but Christina, Caleb, and I stay.

Seeing Tris die was so painful that I had still not informed anyone else she was gone. I know that they have a right to know, but I can't tell them, not yet.

I am not planning to tell anyone about the baby. Tris had informed me that she could be pregnant before I left to go into the city. Neither of us believed it. Tris probably did not even know about the baby, that is if there is a baby. The doctor has not come out yet.

When the doctor finally comes out, her cloths are stained with Tris's blood. "Who is making medical decisions on her behalf? I need to consult them about the situation." She asks.

I stay quiet.

Amar points out, "Caleb, up you are her older brother."

Looking down, Caleb admits, "I betrayed her. I do not deserve to be called her brother, so I have no right to make any decisions." Turning to me, Caleb asks, "Four?"

I know he is telling me that I should take that responsibility. "I will."

No one argues.

The doctor quickly leads me through multiple sets of doors until we finally stop. We are standing outside of a single door.

"Were you her boyfriend?" The doctor asks.

I nod.

Smiling, she says, "You have a daughter."