I'm Still Here
Tris' P.O.V.
I can't push back the feeling of pain. Blood has a strange color as it oozes out of my torso. My only hope is the five year old pulling me to the gates of Chicago. The weight from under me pulled me to my knees, and I coughed up the metal-tasting, red liquid. She has so much bravery to do this; she is braver than I was at her age. "C'mon Six! We're almost there! Just stay with me", Lela told me. The guards rushed to my aid, but moved when I saw one familiar face. "Tobias?" I choke out.
Tobias' P.O.V.
I was in my office sorting papers and going through business e-mils when I got the call. "FOUR! TRIS IS AT THE GATE!" Zeke blasted through the phone. "What do you mean Tris is at the gate?" I asked. "Just come and see for yourself!" He once again shouted. I sprinted to the gates to see what all the commotion was about. At first I was confused about everything, but that all changed when I say blue-gray staring into my eyes. I rushed to pick up her limp body. She was fading fast, and I couldn't lose her twice. There was a little girl next to me that must have gotten Tris here judging by her blood stained T-shirt and hands. We both cried out for medical help. I was so happy, so confused, so scared. When the Ambulance arrived I got inside, as they lifted her into the vehicle. The little girl that had hair as dark as mine and eyes like Tris, hopped into the automobile. "I'm sorry but only family members can come in here sweetie," I said and then pointed to Zeke." That man will take you to the hospital to see her." "I'm not leaving my mommy!" she shouted. I simply nodded and we were off.
