TOBIAS

They wouldn't let her leave for another week. She had multiple gunshot wounds and her body was still recuperating. They wanted to know that she was going to be okay when they finally released her. I knew they were right, and I knew that Tris knew they were right. But that didn't stop her from throwing a fit when they told her she couldn't leave just yet. During that time, I told her what went down in Chicago, with my parents, with Johanna, and what happened here. It was still going to take time to get used to everything, but we had that time.

When she wasBut just to be safe, even after the doctor's checked her off, I wasn't going to let her off easy. I wasn't going to let her just stroll out of here without a second thought. That's why I had Caleb bring me a wheelchair.

"I'm perfectly fine," She says even as I force her into the wheelchair. "I can walk out of here on my own."

"You're still healing," I tell her, resting my hands on her shoulders, trying to make her feel better. But I know better so when she opens her mouth to argue with me, I beat her to it. "You were shot, Tris."

"You think I don't know that?" She asks, folding my arms across her chest. I sigh and move around the chair, kneeling down so that we're eye to eye. "Can you for once, let me be the guy in the relationships and take care of you?"

Her eyes soften and I think I've won. "No."

I smirk at her answer, but then lean forward to press my lips to hers. It's a soft, but hungry kiss. We haven't been able to do much of it with her in the hospital, what with people coming in and out at all hours checking up on her and checking up on me, making sure that I was eating and taking care of myself as well as Tris. They hovered. Before all this, I would been annoyed because as a member of Dauntless, I didn't need people to take care of me. But now? Things were different. I was different. Tris made me different. And I was better for it.

Kissing Tris in front of everyone wasn't something I liked to do. I didn't feel the need to share that with other people. Though there were times when I just couldn't help myself. I pulled away after a few moments and looked at her, a smile on my lips.

"Fine," she says with a sigh, sitting back in the chair. "Be the guy."

I grin at her and stand, moving to the back of the chair and started rolling her down the hallway, which in the last couple of weeks, had been more busy since everyone that worked at the Bureau had been hit the with memory reset. They still worked for the government, so we couldn't really do anything about them. But as for the rest of us that survived…we were just sticking around because we could.

I had Christina stay with Tris yesterday so that I could find Tris and I our own room in the hotel instead of just hanging out in the dorms. I didn't know how long we were going to be here, but I wanted a place of our own. I hit the button on the elevator and wheeled her inside, hitting the button for the second fifth floor.

"Where are we going?" She asks looking up at me. "Aren't the dorm-"

"Yes…but that's not where we're going."

"Then where?"

"Are you going to let me be the guy or what?"

She smiles, and I smile with her. When the doors open, I push her out and make a left going down the hallway until we reach the room. I pick her up out of the chair before shoving the door open and carrying her past the threshold. "What are you doing?"

I don't answer, instead I just close the door with my foot and carry her to the bed, setting her down so that she's resting against the pillows. "Good?" I ask. "You good?"

She nods, her eyes scrutinizing me, trying to figure out what I'm up to. "What is this?"

I look around before turning back to her and meeting her eyes. "Our room."

"Our…what?"

I move to sit next to her on the bed. "Our room," I repeat. "I figured that we should have one. For just us, that is. We're always surrounded by people," I pause and take her hand in mine, lacing our fingers together with a smile. "Not that that's a bad thing necessarily, but you know, sometimes I just want you to myself."

She smiles at me and looks at me. "When did you decide this?"

"Since you woke up and then we were promptly interrupted by everyone," I say. "I don't blame them. They hadn't seen you for a week and everyone was excited that you woke up. Me, more than anyone." She squeezes my hand and I rest my head against hers, closing my eyes. I didn't know if she was going to be okay. I didn't know if she was going to survive. Most of the people that I knew that had been shot with guns were done for. That was it. They were gone. But the Bureau had access to technology and drugs that helped. Although the "United States Government" or whatever they were had decide to do these experiments that controlled who we were and what we did with our lives…I would be forever grateful to them because they had saved her.

It was worse than when she went to Erudite because this time, I had been given hope that she was going to wake up. And If she didn't…I probably would have taken the reset serum for myself. Meeting Tris and getting to know her, changed everything about me. And losing her…it would destroy me.

"I'm sorry," she tells me. I open my eyes and shake my head. "I know what I put you through when I did this in Chicago. I wish that I could promise you that I'll stop putting myself in danger to save the people I love, but I can't do that."

"I know," I say. Because I do. She and I are the same. We will risk everything to protect those we care about. Even if it means putting ourselves in danger. That's what different about her. That's the Abnegation part of us. Even when we don't want it, our factions still exist within us. I kiss her. "I know."