Chapter 2
Four's pov
The door to Tris' room swings open. The doctor walks out.
"Where are the friends and family of Beatrice Prior?" The doctor asks.
Caleb, Christina, and I raise our hands.
"Beatrice is in a stable position." The doctor continues.
We all sigh with relief.
"When will she wake up?" Caleb asks. I can tell he is feeling guilty, not that I care. He betrayed Tris and almost got her killed. Twice. He is no friend of mine.
"I am not certain if she will. It's about a fifty/fifty chance of her waking up," says the doctor.
I growl. I can't believe it. No. She will wake up. Please wake up.
"You can come in and see her if you want, only one at a time."
I race to the door. I want to see her first. I have no purpose without her.
I open the door and walk in.
Tris' pov
I don't know where I am. I try to recall my name or so fact about me but I can't seem to remember anything. All I see is black. I try to sit up but I can't.
Why aren't I moving? I try to move my left arm. Nothing happens. I'm starting to get frustrated.
I try to flail my arms. Still nothing. I want to scream.
There's no point in trying, I'm stationary.
I heard a door open and close, followed by footsteps.
"Tris. I miss you so much, please wake up. For me, please." A male's voice says. His voice wavers like he is on the brink of tears.
Tris. Is that my name?
"I never should have left you here. You wouldn't be in a coma if I had stayed here," He continues, "we could have been safe."
He lets out a small whimper and leaves the room, the door clinks behind him.
Who was he? He sounded familiar with me. Were we friends? Relatives? I don't know. I wish I could know more about my past, but whenever I try I get nothing.
Suddenly, a sharp pain forms behind my eyes.
An image of a young man, maybe 19, flashes in front of my eyes. He has dark blue eyes and dark hair. In front of him is a large net. He is stretching his hand to the net. His voice follows the picture, "Welcome to Dauntless."
That sounds oddly familiar. I can trust whoever this is.