CHAPTER 2 -

Hi! So for chapter 2, I decided to just write in Four's point of view. It seemed fitting to me to use his perspective because it shows how much of an impact Tris' condition has hit him. I hope you enjoy! Please read & review! :)

Four's POV

It's been about fifteen minutes since Tris left with Eric and I'm starting to feel a little worried. Christina, Tris' best friend, told me not to worry about Tris because she can take care of herself, but something doesn't feel right. I relax some when I see Eric walk in the door. I am expecting Tris to follow, but she doesn't. I walk over to Eric and ask, "I thought Tris was with you?"

"She was. I wanted to let her know ahead of time that she was going to be the first one up in the next match." Eric answers cooly.

"Alright, you couldn't have told her when she was with me eating lunch?" I ask slightly annoyed.

"No, you weren't supposed to know yet, but because of how persistent you are, I'm telling you. Don't say I never do anything for you." He answers in a sweet tone.

I nod and walk away. Something's off from the way Eric is acting I think to myself. He didn't insult me a single time like he normally does, and he sounded too happy. Still worried that Tris never came back, I excuse myself from our group of friends where we were eating. Knowing Tris, she is probably in my room cooling down and waiting to complain about Eric pissing her off. When I reach my room, I knock softly on the door to not startle Tris when I come in. When I don't hear a response, I decide to push my door open and go right in. I sigh in relief when I see that Tris is laying sound asleep on my bed. I walk quietly across the room careful not to wake her. When I get closer to her I see a note on the nightstand.

Four,

Being here at Dauntless has been great, but there is no way I'm going to make it all the way through. Over the past few weeks I've grown to love you. Please don't be mad and blame yourself. Go on and live your life to its fullest.

Love,

Tris

Confused, I place the note back on the nightstand and nudge Tris a few times to wake her up. When I don't get a response, I say her name. That's when I notice that her chest isn't moving up and down. I lean down and take her pulse, terrified that something is wrong. "Tris! Tris! Please! Wake up!" I plead, my voice full of emotion. "Someone! Please help!" I yell frantically.

After a few seconds, I'm flooded with relief when I find a faint pulse. I drop down on my knees looking around the floor to see if there are any clues as to why my Tris is in this frightening state. While moving my hand around underneath the bed, my hand bumps into what feels like a glass bottle. I slowly retrieve it, and my whole body becomes frozen when I see what it looks like, and a realization dawns on me. She drank this. Whatever it was, she drank it.

Tears begin filling my eyes, and are soon streaming down my face. I'm taken aback that she would drink anything that had toxins for the body in it. "Tris, why would you do this to me?" I lean down onto my knees and place my head next to hers, and mumble incoherent phrases and words, begging her to wake up.

A slight knock on the door startles me, and I tell whoever it is to go away, but they don't listen. I turn around and yell, "Please help!" Without paying attention to who it is.

"Four! Calm down! It's Christina."

I look up now, and I know I'm a mess. My eyes are probably puffy and bloodshot like usual when I cry, but it's so rare when I cry. What's wrong with me!?

"Four, why don't you tell me what is going on." Christina says gently trying to help me calm down.

"Tris...Tris...I can't, just look." I say in a shaky voice while handing her the letter from Tris.

She reads it to herself, which I am forever grateful because I don't want to read or hear it again. "Four, look." Christina says in a voice that captures my attentions and curiosity. "This isn't Tris' writing, see? She writes in straight letters, and whoever wrote this curled the ends of the letters. Obviously they tried to write like her, but failed. It's obvious to me, but not to a guy. No offense."

I give her a glare and am relieved that Tris didn't write the note. "Christina, the letter is only part of the problem. See?" I show her the bottle and inform her of the toxins. "She has a slight pulse, but we need to get her medical help."

"Alright here's what we will do. I'll run down to the medic room right now. Are you alright to carry Tris?" She asks me while clearly showing worry for me as well as Tris.

"Yes, I'm alright. Thanks for helping me calm down to help Tris."

"No problem, now let's get going and we will talk later." She finishes and I nod my head in agreement before she turns away.

I walk back over to my bed, and carefully pick Tris up. She looks so small in my arms, and I still can't help but feel useless. I don't know what happened from the time she released my hand and left me during lunch and when she was with Eric and after, but I'm going to get to the bottom of it.

I ignore the stares that I get from fellow Dauntless members as I walk to the medic room. All I can think about is walking as fast and careful as I can to get Tris to a place where she can receive help.

"Four!" I hear my name being called and see Christina waving her hand for me to follow. I guess we have to bring Tris around back rather than through the front doors. "Four, this is the doctor."

"Hello Four. As your friend Christina said, I'm going to be her doctor. Now if you would please lay Tris down gently on the bed, and excuse us for a few moments." I do as doc says, but am hesitant to leave Tris.

Seeing my dilemma, Christina gently pulls on my sleeve and says the only thing that would probably work. "He's going to help Tris, Four. Let's go." Her voice is filled with concern for me.

I nod and follow her out. I guess Christina had texted Will because he is waiting. When he sees her, he opens his arms and folds her inside. I wish that I was doing that with Tris right now, but instead I'm standing outside the medic room. This is not how I planned my day.

Five minutes soon becomes ten, and ten becomes twenty. The three of us stand there not saying any word.

"Four?" I hear my name. I turn around and see that it's Eric. "What's going on here?" He asks.

I fill him in and he mumbles his condolences and then leaves. Christina starts, "Did you see his reaction when you told him? It was almost as though he was happy."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"There was a slight smile that crept on his face when you told him she only had a slight heartbeat."

"That guy is a -" I get cut off by the doctor who just came out.

"Excuse me, but I need to speak to Four. We have some news." The doctor says in a tone that I can't make out whether it's good or bad news.