Tobias
I'm sitting in the waiting room in the hospital wing of the compound with my head in my hands, tears flowing freely down my face. After Cara told me and Christina that Tris had died, I just came and sat here. At first I didn't cry. I couldn't really do anything. I was just numb. Then, without warning, I cried. And cried, and cried, and cried. I thought about how Tris made me who I am,
how absolutely and incredibly perfect she was, how happy she made me. I thought about how we were planning a life together, and how I felt when she kissed me.
Most of all, I thought about how Tris, of all the fucking people on this planet and in this stupid compound, did NOT deserve to die. And that just made me cry more. And now, I'm ready to give up completely. Life without Tris simply cannot happen. Just as I'm getting up to leave, a doctor bursts through the ER doors. I recognize him, but I can't put a name to his face. "Are you Tobias Eaton?" The doctor asks, a strange look on his face.
"Yeah." I answer, my voice sounding empty and hollow. I don't sound like me. "I... How to put this?.. As we were stitching Beatrice's wou-"
"Tris." I automatically answer, breaking inside all over again. "My bad, Mr. Eaton. As I was saying... While we stitching the wounds and readying Tris for transport to the autopsy room, my fingers brushed over neck. And, well...
There was a pulse. Beatrice is alive, but incredibly unstable. I suggest you come give her the support she needs."
I pause. Without thinking about what I'm doing, I grab the doctor by his shirt and lift him into the air. "Are you sure?" I growl into his face, my nose inches from his.
"Yes, Mr. Eaton. I assure you Beatrice is alive", pants the doctor. I can see that he's close to pissing his pants.
"I swear to God, if this is some sick, twisted fucking joke, I will destroy you." I release him and stride through the swinging doors to the ward.
I sit down on a chair across from Tris's bed, and if I look closely, I can see her chest rise and fall when she breathes. Her heart rate is so slow it could almost be nonexistent. I walk over to her limp form, and grab her hand. "Beatrice, I don't know if you can hear me in there," I begin, choking on the last word. "But, if you can.. wake up. Please, Tris. I know you're in there somewhere.
I need you to wake up. I love you. I cannot be without out you. Please, wake up."
I repeat the last sentence as a mantra, begging the love of my life to awaken from wherever she is. Eventually, I fall asleep waiting for her to wake.
1 WEEK LATER
I stand over Tris, watching her angelic form as she fights the hardest battle she'll ever have to fight. This week has been the hardest, and longest, of my life to date. I've slept maybe sixteen hours, and I've eaten maybe a pound of food. I've spent nearly all my time beside Tris, begging her to wake up. I've probably cried out at least ten gallons of tears. This is a miracle. I know she can make it through this, but I still have doubts. What if she never wakes up, and spends the rest of her life wherever she's stuck?
No, Tobias, I think to myself. That won't happen. I look at my watch, and see that the time is 10:23 PM. I realize that everyone in the hospital is asleep, and so I can't leave. Wordlessly, and almost hopelessly, I start to get ready to spend another sleepless night watching over my love.