Alisa (The Nurse) POV:

After I see Dr. Everest walk out of Tris' room, I know exactly what he told Tris.

"Dr. Ever-" I start.

He cuts me off. "Alisa, I told them."

"But-"

"They deserved to know."

"But here's the weird thing," I whisper, "Follow me."

He obliges and we walk down the long hallway and turn a corner. No one else ever comes here. So we're safe now.

"What is it?" Dr. Everest whispers, even though no one would hear us.

"Okay, so I remember asking Four the 'when's-the-last-time-they-did-it' question. He looked at me funny, saying they never did.

But what's even more weird was that when Tris was brought into the Urgent Care center, she had bruises and scars all over her, like someone had-"

"Beaten her," he finishes.

I nod. "So...what should we do?"

He shrugs. "If someone raped her-if they even did-we have to find out who."

"So we should go to Max."

He nods. "But ask Tris what she knows first."

"Are you even sure that this is true?"

Dr. Everest shrugs. "It's just a hunch. But hunches aren't necessarily always good."

I gulp. Dr. Everest starts walking back. He gestures for me to follow. I reluctantly do.

When we get to the front desk, he smiles at me. "You've got a kind heart for caring about Tris, Alisa," he tells me.

"Thanks." I grin back. "As do you, Dr. Everest."

"Call me Jim."

I keep my grin full-on. "See you soon, Jim." Then I gently go up to Tris' room. I take a deep breath, but before I knock, I look at my reflection in the tiny window in her door. My hair's a mess. It's been a long day. So I put my ever-present clipboard in-between my knees and tighten my ponytail. Then I hold my chin up and knock.

"You can come in," a manly voice says.

I push open the door. It creaks in response.

"Hello, Tris. Four." I start. But I see Tris enveloped in Four's arms. Tears are streaming down her face, and I can tell that Four's is the same, even though I can't see it. So I smiles weakly. "I'll be back soon," I say, nearly whispering. I don't want to ruin their moment. I pull the door shut lightly. Thankfully, it doesn't creak.

"Michael," I say, once I walk back to the front desk.

He looks up at me. "Yes, Alisa?"

"I'll need some extra-soft tissues, a balloon, and an extra-big piece of chocolate cake, if you don't mind."

"No ma'am," he says. Then he gets up and walks in the direction towards the Pit. I sigh and sit down in his swivel chair.

A minute later Michael returns. "Here you go," he says.

"Thanks."

"Anything else?"

"Actually, would you get the door?"

He nods. I put the cake and balloon in one hand, and hug my clipboard to my chest while I grasp the tissues with my fingers. I tug my chin up again and walk through the door confidently.

"Thank you Michael. That will be all."

He smiles and closes the door gently. It creaks this time.

I smile at him through the window in the door, then turn my attention to Tris. "Nice to see you again, Tris."

She smiles weakly. Four grasps her hand, like it's the only thing he has left of her.

I put the stuff in my hands on a table near the hospital bed and tie the balloon to one of the openings in the bed. "Well, I'm here for you daily-check-up. It's time to change those bandages."

Tris' face goes white and she looks down to her stomach.

I sigh and wheel the spinney-stool over to her. I sit down in it and grasp her other hand. "Tris," I say, losing my strict-nurse voice and using my nice-Alisa voice. "It'll be alright. I know that Four will support you all the way through it."

She closes her eyes, but a tear still sneaks past. It slowly crawls down her face. I can't imagine what she must be feeling now. "But, that's the thing. I'm not sure that-"

"Shh." I whisper. "Tris, I know. And it'll be hard, but you'll get through it."

"But, I'm not sure that..." Then she breaks down in tears.

"Tris, I know. And we'll go to Max about it."

She looks up to me with her big, innocent blue-gray eyes, tears threatening to fall down her face. And they do. So I gesture out my arms. Tris bites her lip, pondering for a moment. Then she hides her face in my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her, rubbing circles in her back. Then I look to Four.

"Who?" I mouth.

"Not now," he responds.

I sigh and nod. "Tris, I'm gonna need to change that bandage now."

She looks to Four and he nods. She sighs heavily and lays down in the bed, her head surrounded by pillows.

"Hey," I say, "It's not so bad. They'll be healed soon. Besides, I snuck you some cake." I grin.

She smiles. But Four frowns. "Are you sure that's the best idea?"

I quickly shush him. "She's had nothing to eat for the past three days. And you should learn fast-pregnant women around here love cake. Besides, stress is worse for her baby than cake." His eyes narrow at the cake, but he nods. I wonder if he noticed that I said 'her baby' and not 'your baby'. I hope he didn't.

Tris soon finishes the cake, and I motion for Four to turn around. "She may be your girlfriend, but I'm changing her battle wounds and you'd better look away," I say, as I place the now-empty plate on the bedside table.

Four blushes madly as Tris snickers. I smile. "I'm gonna need you to roll onto your side, honey."

She does and I soon am re-dressing her wounds. I put salve from Erudite on it and put a fresh Ace-bandage on it. As I tie Tris' gown close, I smile. "Well, Tris, your wound is looking very good. Four, you can turn back now." He does and I sit down and write the treatment notes as I tell them about her wound. "So, your wound is looking much better. It's been treated properly, and now there's only a few bruises left on your ribs. In a few days, you should be able to walk and move back into your apartment."

Tris smiles. "Thank you."

"Anytime. But before I leave for my lunch break, I want you to know that you can trust me. And Dr. Everest wants to know what you remember happening. I know Four brought you here panicking, but can you tell me anything else?"

She gulps and looks down.

"Tris," I say, as I take her hand warmly. "It may be hard to talk about, but that may help you. And we want to help you to the best of our abilities."

Tris sighs. "W-well, all I remember is walking into the Pit and waiting for Four, so I ordered some French fries, and when I got back, Eric kneed me and I blanked out."

"Well, good news is that all he did was make you bruise and swell." Then I look down. "How are you feeling? And fatigue? Nausea?"

She shakes her head.

"Well, be prepared for morning sickness. First trimester seems to be the hardest on most women around here."

Tris nods solemnly.

"Tris, this may be embarrassing, but can you tell me who you think the father is? Of the baby?"

Tris looks to Four. He nods for her to speak and she soon does. "E-eric." Then she breaks down. Her whole body quakes in the mass of tears.

Four immediately goes to hug her. I stand up to leave. "Alisa?"

"Yes?" I turn back, surprised.

"A word." He looks back to Tris. "Outside," he gestures.

"Sure."

He kisses Tris' forehead and leads me outside. The door creaks. Four checks to make sure that no one can hear us, then his expression turns dark. "Tell no one."

I remember that voice from when I was a transfer from Erudite, all alone in Dauntless, which seemed so big three years ago. All my transfer friends had a crush on Four, then a year later, Tris came along. They've been perfect for each other ever since.

"Alisa," Four hisses. His voice brings me back to reality. "Are you listening?"

"Yeah." I groan. "No. Are you crazy? Dr. Everest is on to Tris. He knows that she was raped. He saw her bruises. Now he wants to tell Max."

"No."

"You can't stop him."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Maybe." I pause. The silence is almost deafening. Then: "No. I don't know. You're Four. Perfect Four. But just let us help Tris. She deserves it."

He sinks down to the ground. I sit down next to him.

Four buries his face in his hands. "Are you fucking kidding? Tris doesn't deserve any of this! None! She-we never did it."

"I know."

"It was in her fear landscape. She would never have done it if she could have chose so. But I loved her so much. And she loved me."

"Loved?"

"Loved. Loves. What am I saying? I wish little Tris was mine. It would make me so happy, just thinking it makes me smile." But his eyes are fierce. Jealous? Fear? They look fearful, but Perfect Four would never be fearful.

At least not the way everyone thinks.

Then Tris' door creaks. "Four?" she croaks.

Four and I immediately stand up. 'Tris," we say simultaneously. "You shouldn't be up." Then Four picks her up and places her in her hospital bed, her wincing the whole time.

"Two days," I say. "Then you can dance around the Pit all you like."

Four squeezes her hand. Then he looks at me, and puts his finger to his lips. I groan and respond. "Fine."

He smiles in response.

"Have a good day Tris," I say. Then I leave the room and shut the door behind me. It doesn't creak this time.

As I go to check-out for my lunch break, Jim stops me.

"Any news?"

I sigh. "Four swore me to secrecy."

"Alisa."

"Jim," I mock. Then I turn serious. "If Tris doesn't want to tell, then we won't tell."

"Well, then how's she feeling?"

I shrug. "Pretty good, for the most part."

"That's good."

I nod and stare at my black boots.

Jim lifts my chin up. "I know I already said this, but I really appreciate you doing this."

"Tris deserves it."

"Yes," he whispers in my ear. His voice tickles my throat.

"You're not from Dauntless originally, were you?"

"No," he whispers back. "Amity."

"Fantastic," I manage out. Then I'm overwhelmed by a passionate kiss, right on the lips.