This is after Allegiant. I kept the theme of selflessness that Veronica Roth used in the book. But I found a way SPOILER ALERT not to kill Tris. She had her gun with her and David only shot her in the leg before she killed him. She still succeeded in spreading the memory serum throughout the Bureau.

Tobias' POV

I was so mad I couldn't see straight. How could Tris do this to me? Is this just like with Eritude? Sometimes, she is just too much of an Abnegation person to see reason. My anger instantly melted as I saw the small girl on the stretcher. She was deathly pale and her breath was ragged and shallow. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. Wait a minute! Is this small, fragile girl really Tris? My brave, beautiful Tris? Yes, yes it is.

The reality hit me like a ton of bricks. Then I did something really, really, REALLY, stupid. I looked down. Her leg. It was covered in blood. It looked backwards. Is there TWO bullet holes?! I got mad again. I followed them as doctors started to work on her leg. I can't watch, I can't leave. Who ever did this to Tris is going to FREAKIN' BURN IN HELL! I'll kill them my self. They will DIE, slowly and PAINFULLY. I'm going to savor the look on their face...

"I don't think we'll be able to save her leg." A doctor said. Those words brought me out of my malicious thoughts like a slap to my face. I couldn't take it anymore. I was too angry, too sad, too frustrated that these doctors couldn't do anything about Tris' leg. It's not that I care about her leg in particular, as long as she's alive I'll take whatever I can get. It's that if she looses her leg she won't be happy. If Tris isn't happy, I won't just stand there. I'll do something, I swear.

I did do something. I didn't just stand there. I screamed "Noooooooo!" At the top of my lungs and punched the wall. It was drywall. My hand went right through. A nurse came up to me as the doctors waited. Waited for what, my PERMISSION?! This isn't my leg, now is it, you scumbag. The nurse said to me "Please understand that there is nothing else we can do. We've tried everything. I know your instinct is to tell us to try some more, but it's pointless. We're going to amputate her leg. If we don't, the pain might literally kill her. Would you rather her have no leg, or not have her at all?"

I slumped my shoulders in defeat. "Ok," I said. "I'm not going to be able to watch this, so as soon as she wakes up, tell me." I walked out of the room, thoroughly depressed. I barely remembered finding an empty cot, but when I did I fell asleep almost immediately.

Time skip

I woke up to people walking about aimlessly. MEMORY SERUM I thought as I got out of bed groggy. Some people were walking around with more purpose, obviously the more important people who's mind were being trained again first. Then I remembered why I was here. TRIS. WHERE IS SHE? I thought. I made my way towards the room where they did her surgery. I found the nurse who talked to me last night coming out of the room. When she saw me she gave me a reassuring smile.

"Tris is being held in room 403. Down the hallway to the left, on the right side six doors down." She said. "She's in a very fragile position. Although I'm confident she will heal quite nicely, stress wouldn't be too good of an idea, so try to keep it light. I would suggest letting her find out about her leg on her own, so don't tell her. After she realizes it, if you need any help just buzz for a nurse and ask for Karen." She said.

"Thank you." I said in a rough voice. I cleared my throat.

"Anytime." She answered sweetly.

I made it to room 403 and was shocked by what greeted me inside. It was Tris alright, but she was still asleep and her eyes were closed, so I couldn't see the light in them that I so desperately needed to see. I settled for holding her hand, waiting for her to wake up. Her happiness was like a drug for me. It made me happy when she was happy. I waited for Tris, waited for the light in her eyes, waited for happiness.

When I was writing this it reminded me of the song Never Been Hurt:

I will love you and forever, I will love you like or never, like I never heard goodbye, like I never heard a lie, like I'm falling into love for the first time.

I DO NOT OWN TOBIAS OR TRIS OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THE DIVERGENT SERIES, VERONICA ROTH DOES. I DO NOT OWN THE SONG NEVER BEEN HURT, DEMI LAVOTO DOES

A/N Sorry this took so long. My mom's been hogging the computer with work, school is pounding me with homework and I had a concert both this week and last week. Really sorry.