Chapter 2

Tobias' Point Of Veiw

I'm lying in a crashed car. My head feels dizzy and it takes a while for me to see clearly but when I do, I instantly wish I hadn't. I see a blonde entanglement of hair, highlighted with red, which makes it stick together in clumps. Blood. It's a horror to look at, knowing it's her, but I know I need to help her out. Suddenly I get an impulse to run to her side, even though I know that I'm right next to her. Her nose is bent in a crooked angle, along with her wrist. Her wrist. It's a horror movie in its own right, bent back so the top of her knuckles reach her forearm. It is bleeding heavily and I can see a piece of white bone finding its way through her pale skin. She needs help. Fast. But, I am not going to plea for help. I will not be pathetic. I reach down to undo my seatbelt and I feel a searing pain spread down my lower arm. I presume Tris needs more help though, she has to, with a wrist like that. So, once again I reach down to undo my seat belt, ignoring the intense pain. Once I manage to undo my belt, I slide over to Tris' side. I noticed she was pale before, but not this pale. She looks like a ghost. I now I should be heading toward my door, seen as Its facing up and I am practically flattening Tris, but all I hear is her heart beat, slow and shallow and her breaths much alike, until the sirens interrupt.

They pull me out first, and I get dragged to an ambulance where Zeke and Uri are. Their faces go from grim, to relived, and back to grim again as I am lead up to them by a medic and they spot me.

"Heyyy, Fourey!" Zeke says sympathetically.

"Hey, bro." I wheeze back, as I sit in the back of the ambulance.

"You look rough, man. Real rough." Uri says.

"I don't need sympathy." I snap and they shut up. I see Chris running up the road,

she's fast, but not as fast as Tris.

Tris.

Poor Tris. It's all my fault. Me. I did this.

"Where's Tris!?" Chris shouts, "If you have harmed that, I swear-." I fear what she is about to say next, but luckily Zeke cuts her off.

"Chris, cut it out. It's not his fault."

"Yes, it's my fault." I whisper.

"See!" Chris shouts, gesturing to me, "He admits it!"

"Yeah, but you don't have to accuse him! Make him feel better not worse!" Zeke shouts at Chris, and then to me he says "Dude, bro, it's not your fault, seriously, I know how you feel, but it's not your fault."

"You don't know how I feel!" I snap back, "You could never know how I feel!" and then I step up and shuffle over to another ambulance, blocking out the requests of the medics for me to sit down. Chris and Zeke continue arguing for a while, loner than I can count, and then they finally pull Tris out. I stare for a moment at the mess of her face, and the shredded t-shirt that hangs loosely from one shoulder, exposing the crop top she wears beneath. She looks so small, so lifeless, being carried by a male medic. I suddenly feel a pang of jealousy that hits me like a wreckingball. I rush up to her, ignoring my light-headed-ness.

"Tris! Tris!" I shout, pushing my way through the medics. "Let me see her! Let me get to her!"

"Sir, please move back, she needs urgent medical attention." A female medic, with dark brown hair and green eyes, says.

"But! Please! Just let me see! It's my fault! Please!" I whine, hopelessly "Please." I end with all hope lost.

"No, sir, you can see her at the hospital, but not here. Now, please move back." The female medic says again.

"No! Let me see!" I say my temper boiling like hot water left on the stove for too long. "Let. Me. See." I say through gritted teeth.

"I've told you sir, please move back." The medic says calmly and confidently.

"But I have to-." I get cut off by a male medic with ginger hair and blue eyes.

"If you don't step back, I'm going to have to call the police."

At just like that, my temper snaps as if it's a twig, and that medic just stepped on it. I don't think, I just punch. My fist connects with his eye, making sure it'll be blue later, and I'm about to throw another one in, when someone grabs my now-tensed bicep. I turn my head and see Zeke's face, strained with the force he's keeping on my arm.

"Calm it, bro. Just, stop." He says in almost a whisper. I instantly start to relax my muscles and I start to drop my hands to my sides, my anger dwindling. Then I see her face.

Bloody.

Battered.

Bruised.

And my anger flares again. He must've seen me tense, because there is soon another hand grabs my arm. Uriah. This time I resits more, because they start dragging me off backwards, away from the mess of blood and bruises that used to be my beautiful Tris. Further and further away. And then I'm back in the ambulance and my mind goes blank, and then black. Nothing. Gone.