I made some corrections and added some other details to the first chapter, so you might want to go read it again.

Thank you for being patient waiting for this chapter guys. I hope you enjoy it!

Christina

One of my best friends, Tris Prior, went into a coma about a year and a half ago.

She was shot in the head and the side. She survived both. It should have been impossible, but apparently it wasn't. At least for her, it wasn't.

She was taken to a Dauntless hospital. A lot happened in Dauntless since she got shot, I will have to explain the whole story to her if—when—she wakes up. I need to be careful to say when and not if.

The small group of 'friends' that I still have and I were told little information by the doctor who examined her. She said, at the time, that the bullet that hit Tris's head just skimmed her skull, but still caused brain damage. The bullet that hit her side didn't cause any severe damage, but she had to have major surgery to get the bullet out.

After Tris went into the coma, I started hanging out with Cara a little. I was extremely hard because of the fact that Cara was Will's sister and every time I see her, I remember Will.

About a month ago, I visited Tris at the hospital in Dauntless and she looked horrible. I didn't know somebody could look so horrible while sleeping.

She had bags under her eyes, her hair was all tangled up and really dry and that hospital gown flattered nobody. So I just covered the bags under her eyes up with makeup, changed her clothes to regular Dauntless clothes and I brushed her hair and put a lot of leave-in conditioner in it.

I then painted her nails for good measure.

I can't have the girl-who-freaking-saved-everybody-and-is-known-by-the-entire-human-population look like that, even if she is in a coma.

When she wakes up, she will probably kill me without hesitation.

(IMAGINARY LINE)

Tris

I am still staring out that window when I see a shadow; someone coming around the corner of the hallway.

I crouch down quickly, causing the joints in my knees to make a loud POP. Flinching from the noise that interrupted the silence in this room, I rise up slowly and peek out the window so that only half of my face is visible. The person should have passed the door by now.

I was correct; I see her passing one of the doors just two rooms away from me on the opposite side of the hallway.

The woman has curly dark hair that reaches her waist and her skin is the color of honey, which stands out against the black T-shirt and the black jeans that she is wearing. I don't see any piercings—it is typical for someone from Dauntless to have piercings—but I can tell by the tattoos and the clothes that she must be Dauntless.

When she turns around the corner, I stand and wipe my palms on my shorts. I need to figure out what's going on here.

I turn the handle on the door and slowly open it; I don't want to make that much noise. When I open the door wide enough, I step into the hallway and shut the door again slowly.

If I run into somebody, hopefully they won't recognize me and I will blend in with the other Dauntless. If somebody recognized me, I'm not sure what I would do.

(IMAGINARY LINE)

I walk quickly down the hallway and peek around the corner, I don't see anybody. I wish I knew what time it is, but there is no way to tell from the sky because I am underground.

I don't recognize these hallways, but Dauntless is a big place. I don't want to go to the pit, there will be too many people there, one of them might notice me and then there will be nowhere to go. I should go to a shop that does not have very many people in it, or even better, no people.

I really need some shoes and a new top to cover my tattoos, but I have no money. I could try and find one of my friends, but I'm not even sure they are here; it is too big of a risk.

So what do I do?

(IMAGINARY LINE)

Four (Tobias)

There hasn't been much going on in my life since Tris went into a coma. One of the doctors I was talking to last week asked me if I would ever choose to take Tris off of life support, in which I responded to with saying that she would wake up eventually, even though in a small part of my mind, I doubted it.

When the doctor insisted I should prepare for it, I damn near punched him. If Tris were awake, she would probably tell me I need to work on that.

I haven't really been interested in dating since she went into the coma; I still consider that we are together while she is still alive and I still have hope that she will wake up.

I always swear I see her everywhere, but I know it's not her.

I am sitting in the control room now, watching the security cameras. It is 12 AM and I see the normal activity in the pit—people screaming, laughing, drunk, kissing—about everything you can think of.

My eyes flick to one of the small boxes on my computer screen and I see something familiar. But it can't be her, can it? I blink my eyes a few times and decide I'm seeing stuff. That blonde hair could belong to someone else.

Real quick, just to be sure, I find the security camera outside her hospital room; the door is closed.

I'm thinking too much about her and it is causing me to see things.

Looking at the time on the bottom left corner of my computer screen, I see it is the end of my shift.

I can finally go back to my apartment and stop thinking about these things.

I hope…