Hello!
To those who read my last version: I hope you like this version better. If not, I hope you don't mind the changes too much! Also, sorry about stopping the other story. :)
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Tris
They rush Tris' body out of the Lab and into the hospital. She is immediately taken into surgery to get the bullet taken out. The surgeons work tirelessly to save Tris' life.
After the surgeons save her life, they move her into another room, a morgue. There, a man injects Tris with an orangish serum. Still too weak and tired, Tris only mumbles and attempts to slap his hand away, failing miserably. He ignores her attempts and pushes the plunger. Tris instantly closes her eyes and stops moving, barely breathing.
Tobias (taken from Allegiant-belongs to Veronica Roth)
I go to see her body . . . sometime. I don't know how long it is after Cara tells me what happened. Christina and I walk shoulder to shoulder; we walk in Cara's footsteps. I don't remember the journey from the entrance to the morgue, really, just a few smeared images and whatever sound I can make out through the barrier that has gone up inside my head.
She lies on a table, and for a moment I think she's just sleeping, and when I touch her, she will wake up and smile at me and press a kiss to my mouth. But when I touch her she is cold, her body stiff and unyielding.
Christina sniffles and sobs. I squeeze Tris's hand, praying that if I do it hard enough, I will send life back into her body and she will flush with color and wake up.
I don't know how long it takes for me to realize that isn't going to happen, that she is gone. But when I do I feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.
Tris
As Tobias continues to grip her hand, Tris tries to return his grip, wants to tell him that she is alive. But she can't. Instead she listens to him and another girl, most likely Christina, crying.
After Tobias and Christina walks out of the room, still crying, Tris remains lying in the morgue, trying to move. After what seems to be days, Tris' lips twitches. Her pinky twitches an hour later. Five hours later, Tris regains control over her body again. She looks around, frowning. Aside from the doctors surrounding her, David is sitting in his wheelchair, smiling.
"Welcome back, Tris."