Veronica Roth owns everything associated with Divergent. I just totally hated her ending to Allegiant. I apologise for any kind of mistake. Enjoy!
Tobias
We walk through the abandoned security checkpoint without stopping. On the other side I see Cara. The side of her face is badly bruised, and there's a bandage on her head, but that's not what concerns me. What concerns me is the troubled look on her face.
"What is it?" I say.
Cara shakes her head.
"Where's Tris?" I say.
"I'm sorry, Tobias."
"Sorry about what?" Christina says roughly. "Tell us what happened!"
"Tris went into the weapons lab instead of Caleb," Cara says. "She survived the death serum, and set off the memory serum, but she...she was shot. She's in the hospital wing right now. She's not good."
I can tell sometimes when people are lying. Tris is fine. Her eyes full of determination and power, her body pulsing with adrenaline. I know that not to be the case though. What Cara is saying is true.
"I'm so sorry." She says.
When she walks forward to me I shove her out of my way and run into the building. I think Amar called after me, but I ignore him. Tris needs me more right now.
As soon as I get to the hospital area I look around at the rooms. I'm trying to look for Tris through the windows. So far I don't see her, but their is a nurse coming down the way.
"Excuse me?" I say.
She stops and looks at me.
"Do you know where Tris Prior is?"
"Oh she's in surgery right now." She says. "I'll inform the doctor that your looking for her."
I nod. "Thank you." Then she walks off.
I don't want to be here. I just want Tris with me. To hold her, kiss her, tell her how proud I am of her. I can't though, and that's what hurts most.
I brush a hand over my face and cover my mouth. Trying hard not to let tears escape. It's a losing battle though.
I can't stand being here right now. So I go back to the dormitory. No one else is in there. That's good. I could use some alone time.
I sit on Tris's bed. It looks like any other bed, but in truth it's not. At least not to me. To me this is a piece of Tris that I have here with me right now. I lay on the mattress and bury my face in her pillow. Her scent still lingers in the sheets. It's a comforting thought.
For a while I just lay there. I don't do anything, I just drink in the quietness and the sudden loneliness. Eventually however exhaustion catches up to me, and I black out.
I don't know how long I've been asleep, but looking out the window it's now dawn. Looking around I realize I'm no longer the only one in the room. Everyone else came in the night before. The only one missing is Christina, but she comes in a moment later.
Her eyes land on me and I sit up as she walks toward me.
"Hey," She says. "Tris has been out of surgery for a while. I figured maybe you'd want to go see her."
Before I know it I'm sliding off the bed and following her out of the room to the hospital wing.
I memorize the way there so I can keep coming back for however long she's here. It's not complicated though, there are not a lot of rooms. Christina stops in front of one labeled D4. She slowly opens the door and I followed her in.
I scan the room. The only sound are the beeps of monitors, and then my eyes fall on the one thing I most wanted to see. Tris.
I gasp when I see her. She is so ghostly pale, and her eyes are dark with bags. She looks worn out. I ignore Christina as I move past her to the bed. Now I am beside Tris, sitting on her bed and reaching for her hand. I'm relieved to find that she's still warm.
I watch her face for any sign of movement. Anything to indicate that she's alive other than the monitors and her warmth. Nothing. She just remains still as if she were asleep. It scares me.
The door creeks, and I look to see a doctor walking to the monitors. He acknowledges us, but he doesn't say anything. Instead he walks up to the monitors and takes notes.
"Is she going to be ok?" I can't help but asking.
"Everything is looking like she is. She pulled through the surgery beautifully."
I feel so relieved to hear that. I look back at Tris and smooth my hand down her face. My indication that I'm proud of her.
"Luckily she wasn't shot in her lower stomach area." He says. "Otherwise the fetus wouldn't have made it."
I freeze. What was that he just said? "What fetus?" I ask.
"Oh you don't know that's right. Well she wouldn't know either. It's only about a couple days old, but she's pregnant."
My ears are ringing, and I'm trying to make sense of what he just said to me. Tris is pregnant? But we only were intimate that one time a couple nights ago. There's no way!
Then again there is. There's always a way for something to happen. "You're certain?" I ask.
"I have some pictures if you want to see." He says.
I look to Christina who has shock on her face. Her eyes however are only for Tris. It's my decision anyway. I nod toward the doctor.
"Alright then. Right this way." He indicates the door.
I follow him down several halls until we come upon what looks like an analyzing room. When we walk in all I see is various lab equipment, and several doctors looking at samples of some sort. The doctor I'm following comes to an empty computer. I stand beside him and watch as he types a few keys and the next thing I know an image of some kind of clear ball is on the screen.
"It doesn't look like a baby yet, since it was just conceived, but this is the stage it's at." He indicates the image of the small ball.
He's right. It doesn't look like a baby at all. I know enough about pregnancy anatomy though to know why.
The sight of it sparks something in me I never thought I'd feel. Is it possible to love something you've only just now seen? That doesn't even look like a human being? I know now that answer. Yes. That's how I feel right now. Everything in me is stretching toward that image. That grey little ball that's destined to be a baby. My baby. Mine and Tris's baby.
In the midst of this maelstrom I forget the world around me. All the troubles that I face currently. This new creation has me consumed in it. I hear the doctor talking, but I don't really acknowledge him. I'm too caught up in looking at this little being to be I helped create.
"-Everything appears normal with it." He says. "Oh, and incase you are wondering we know what the gender is. "
I look down at him when I hear. "You can tell already?" I ask.
"Yes. Advanced technology." He says.
"What is it?" I ask.
He grins at me and flips to something on his glass square. "Your the dad right?" He asks. I nod. "Well, looks like the two of you are having a girl."
My emotions overwhelm me right then. The thought of being a father to a precious little girl is so amazing. Then the questions start coming. Am I going to be a good Dad? What if I disappoint her? For now though I push them aside. This is not the time to be worrying about that.
"I just hope she makes it." The doctor says.
I look down at him. "What do you mean? I thought you said she was fine."
"She is for now, but sometimes pregnancies are disturbed by any kind of trauma the mother faces. We're doing our best though, I promise you."
His assurance doesn't make me feel any better. Tris might be ok, but what about our baby? Not even a baby yet. Will she make it? I can't lose Tris, but the baby is another matter entirely.
Suddenly it amazes me at how much I already love it. I've only seen it as a clump of cells and I already love her. Then again why shouldn't I? She's mine. Mine and Tris's.
I reach out my hand toward the screen and touch the image. Completely covering it with my palm. I can't lose this baby. I just can't.
I walk back to to Tris's room some time later. I feel light headed and fatigued, but also giddy and hopeful.
Tris looks the same when I see her again. I don't know why I expected anything different. The only thing that seems out of place is Christina.
She beside Tris on the bed, holding her pale hand. She's still though, and doesn't even acknowledge me as I walk by. She can't seem to take her eyes off Tris's face.
I sit in a chair on the other side of the bed across from Christina. I only have eyes for Tris though.
For a while neither of us say anything. The only sounds in the room are the the various monitors, and my own breathing. My eyes stay on Tris the whole time.
A while later I head a rustling. Then I see Christina moving off the bed.
She looks at me. "I'm getting hungry. I'm going to go and get something to eat. Do you want anything?"
I shake my head, and return my eye to Tris. "No. I'm gonna stay and keep her company."
I don't know what she's doing now that I can't see her. "Don't torture yourself waiting. She wouldn't like that." She says.
I just brush her off.
"Is she really pregnant?" She asks.
I nod. "Yeah."
"Oh." She says. "I guess you guys finally had some additional processes huh?"
I know what she means, but I don't acknowledge her. I don't even mention that I know the gender already.
I assume she leaves after a few minutes of silence. I get up out of the chair and seat myself onto the bed next to Tris, and take her pale hand in mine.
She still feels warm, but her hand is just as pale. Her face is relaxed as she sleeps. I wonder if she knows what's going on around her. How much I wish she would wake up, I'd she knows that are lives are going to be different after this.
I can't wait to tell her about the baby. I hope she'll be happy about her. I'm pretty confident though. Knowing Tris the way I know her, she'll be excited about new life. She's had enough of losing lives as it is.
Thank you for reading and God Bless!
