A/N: Hi! This is my first ever Divergent fic, and there will be plenty more chapters to come so I hope you like it. Please do leave a review so I know about which sort of stuff you'd like to happen in the succeeding chapters and also so that I know what I need to keep up or improve on. Loads of thanks! Happy reading!

In about two hours, everything will go berserk in here. David will think that they are about to save the city, but we will foil his plan. In about two hours, Caleb will die, only remaining in a handful people's memories. In about two hours, Tobias will return and we will have finished. The world will still remain broken; nothing can change that at this point, but we will have made peace and prevented several lives from being lost.

But that is two hours from now.

Currently I live in the present moment, and in the present moment I am here in Uriah's room, watching the rise and fall of his chest. Engulfed in silence, apart from the occasional buzz from whatever machine is keeping him alive. Given the choice, I would choose to live in this moment, than any moment two hours later. Because in two hours, he will be gone forever.

"Hey," I say. "I know you can't hear me...or maybe you can. I don't know whether or not to trust what the doctors say. They say the others are genetically damaged, and it's a pile of crap to me. So maybe I should start thinking about how they say you're not going to wake up as a pile of crap too."

I don't know why I'm talking to him, or how my hand found its way on top of his, but I don't stop. "It's crazy where we are now, you know. All I ever used to be to everyone was a Stiff. And now I'm Dauntless. Divergent, even. I refuse to see myself as genetically pure, but if ever I really am that now, it's all thanks to you guys. To Christina, to Will-" I swallow hard. "To Tobias...and to you, you big idiot."

My grip tightens around his hand, almost begging for it to respond to my touch. For a few seconds I wait. His eyes don't flinch and neither do his fingers. I'm not crying; I refuse to. He has to be in there somewhere. He has to be.

I use my other hand to tousle his dark hair. "You dumb pansycake." I try to laugh at the memory of his silly nicknames, but it comes out as a wheeze. "Wake up. Stop being an idiot and wake up. I can't afford to lose any more of the reasons I haven't lost myself."

It's a selfish thought, but I'm no longer in Abnegation. I am free to think of myself and the things I want, and I want him to come back. I get a glimpse of the snake tattoo behind his ear and a small smile tugs at the corners of my lips. He has always been striking. No wonder Marlene fell in love with him. He is different in all the right ways. Dauntless, but not cruel. Humorous, but sensitive. Strong, yet supportive. I wonder, had Marlene and Tobias not stepped into the picture, if my slight attraction to him would have grown into something more.

At the beginning, you would notice him for his good looks. These three words would never escape my own lips, but in my head I can hear Christina calling him "total eye candy." But he is more than that. He's the first Dauntless-born to see past my Abnegation self. He made me feel like I belonged. He worried about me when Peter, Drew and Al had attacked me. He comforted me when Christina found out about Will. He took my side, even when I was wrong. The longer I think about, the more I realize that everything he has done to me adds up to something greater. He...

"Uriah." I say his name, though he cannot respond. It is useless to call his attention, even if he could hear me, as there is probably nothing else for him to listen to aside from my uneven voice. It's a good thing, though. I want him to hear me. Him, and no one else. "You saved me."

I'm tempted to plead him to wake up again, but I've run out of words. Slowly and gently, I start to take my hand off of his. I turn to the window to see if anyone's watching, and I think in the corner of my eye I see a figure in white coat...

And I feel a finger twist around mine.

I freeze. Uriah's pinky finger locked itself in mine just as I was about to let him go. I stifle a gasp, and whisper, "Uriah?" His face remains still, as does the rest of him, but then I feel it.

For a fraction of a second, his finger tugs on mine.

Frantically I look back at the figure on the other side of the glass window, and he seems to catch on to the urgency in my expression. He dashes into the room and starts calling for assistance. I feel two gloved hands pull me away, and I shake them off. "Let me go! He's my friend! I need to see him! I need to know he's alive! Uriah!"

They restrain me enough to pull me out of the room, locking the door. My eyes are glued to the window as they use all these machinery I don't recognize. They press two rectangular plates hard on his chest, and he jolts upward though his face remains asleep. I try not to scream.

"Relax," I hear Caleb's voice beside me. "It's called a defibrillator. It's supposed to wake you up and get your heart to start beating again. The hurt is supposed to help."

I don't question his presence. I merely nod and stare back at Uriah. "It's a miracle he got to move. Once the brain has shut down like his did, there's usually no waking up. What did you do? Whack him in the face?" Caleb asks nonchalantly.

I glare at him, but my face softens as I realize that in a few hours, it'll be his life we'll try to bring back. "No...I was just talking to him." "Oh," he mumbles. "That's strange. Biology and medical science aren't my forte, but I know it doesn't take just about any sound to wake a person's nervous system back up."

I almost question the fact that of all people, it was my voice he reacted to, but I am too shocked by what I see. Uriah's body remains limp, but he blinks. Before I become fully aware of the fact, Caleb voices it out for me.

"He's alive."