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Tris POV
Each intake of breath is painful. From time to time, I meet his eyes, pleading with him wordlessly.
Just let me die.
He never answers, but I can tell by the curve of his lips and the hard gleam of his eyes that he won't.
He'll never let me go.
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Tobias POV
She touches my shoulder, willing me to understand her words.
"Move on Tobias, let her go. We all have. That's not Tris anymore. That's a broken shell of a body."
They've tried this for a week now, her, Uriah, and Zeke, trying to convince me to unplug Tris from the machine that holds her to life.
And to me.
Christina's words only succeed in angering me further.
I clench my fists to keep from punching her.
"Your wrong." I finally say. My voice sounds unfamiliar, and so much like my fathers. Hard, unforgiving.
I turn to glare at her, mustering up all the threat I can, though all I can feel is emptiness.
"Do you think Tris would've given up on you like this, Christina?" she parts her lips, trying to answer me but I continue. "No, she would've fought for you like it was her own battle."
She takes a sharp intake of breath of breath, and clenches her fists.
"Let her go, Tobias! She wouldn't have done this to you, strapping you to a machine, trying to keep you alive. I keep telling you, that's not Tris anymore! Let her go!" she yells, tears welling up in her brown eyes.
I turn to leave, but even long after I'm gone, her words echo in my head.
"Let her go!"
"No Tris." I whisper. "I would never do that you."
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Tris POV
I hear him enter the room.
I want to scream, yell, blink, anything to acknowledge his existence, but all I can do it lay there.
Let me go..
I try to communicate non verbally.
I hear a faint beep as a button is pressed, and fresh aches of pain start in my neck.
Let me go..
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Tobias POV
"Is she doing okay?" I ask, gazing down at Tris' seemingly lifeless body as I question the doctor.
"Yes, yes Tobias. Her vital signs are normal." the doctor responds, avoiding my eyes as I ask my next question.
"Has there been.. Anything new?" the doctor lets out a sigh, and looks me in the eyes then away again.
"Tobias.. I don't know what to tell you except for this. Its highly unlikely that she'll ever wake up again. She's in a locked in syndrome, so its likely she can hear every word we say. I hate to repeat this.. But let her go Tobias."
My vision flashes red and I let out a roar of pure anger.
It's the fifth time I've heard this pitying tone, this plea from everyone to let the only person I love go.
At that very second, the door slides open.
The person in short, a bit chubby, and clad in a lab suit and glasses.
He looks about himself, his eyes falling on the cringing doctor with mild amusement, on my rage-filled face with disgust, and Tris' body with pity.
"Which one of you is Tobias?" he asks, his eyes falling back on mine.
I compose myself, giving him a tight-lipped smile. "What is it?"
He smiles wide, though his eyes hold no humor, only a calculating gaze I've only ever seen on a Erudite.
"I can help."
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