The sweet scent of Tobias fills my nostrils. I sigh in content, my eyes still closed. The soft linen of his sheets seem to caress my cheek and I nuzzle into it, enjoying the feeling of the bed. It is much more comfortable than mine.

The sound of footsteps creek on the apartment's wooden floors, and get closer to me. Although my eyes are closed, I know Tobias is leaning over me. Perhaps because of the strong essence he gives off, that you don't need eyes to see.

His lips press against my forehead. "Good morning." He murmurs.

I open my eyes. Tobias's face is right in front of mine, his oceanic eyes staring into my blue gray ones.

I smile. "Good morning."

I try to sit up, but fall back down on the mattress with a groan of pain. I forgot about yesterday.

"Woah," Tobias's eyes widen. "easy."

He wraps his firm hands around my arms, and helps me to sit up slowly. I force the yelp that wants to erupt from my mouth, to stay inside my lips, but a small moan manages to escape.

"Tris," Tobias eyebrows scrunch together. "You ought to know by now you can let yourself be in pain around me."

"I know Tobias," I start. "But-"

He cuts me off. "Let me see your knee."

I sigh, and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I blush when I realize my legs are bare, and all I slept in was one of Tobias's old tee shirts.

Tobias runs his hand along my bare knee. It is no better than yesterday, with swollen red blotches covering its surface.

"You really put yourself through the ringer, Tris." Tobias murmurs.

"But-I," I pause. "It helps me forget."

Tobias frowns. "Forget what?"

I bite my lip, and my eyes flick to the floor. "Al," my voice cracks. "my family. The stress of figuring out what I want to become." I run a hand through my hair.

"I'll help you."

My eyes return to his. "What?"

"I'll help you forget." He brings a hand up to my cheek. "I'll be your family now."

He leans into me, and his lips press against mine. Our lips move against each other's in sync, and my body fills with pleasure, and my immense love for him.

After a moment I pull away, and a grin spreads across his lips. "Move in with me."

A light blush coats my cheeks, and I smile. "Thank you."

He shakes his head, a grin still on his face. "No, thank you."

"You're the one who-"

"No." Tobias cuts me off again. "You're the one who saved me." He sits down next to me on the edge of the mattress. It lets out a small squeak underneath his weight. "I was going to leave."

I twist my body so I am facing him. "What?"

"I was going to leave," he repeats. "leave Dauntless."

My eyes widen.

"But I couldn't," he continues. "because I met you."

A few hours later, after Tobias served me his delicious scrambled eggs, we sit on his couch, talking about what I should become in Dauntless. He is trying his best to relieve me of all my stress. What did I do to deserve him? We talk about the possibility of me becoming an inter-faction ambassador, because according to him, I'm really good at seeing things from other people's perspective.

All of a sudden, Tobias changes the subject and says. "Let me take you to the infirmary."

"Tobias," I plead.

"It's hurting me, Tris." He shakes his head. "The thought of you hurting yourself, and me not doing anything about it..." He trails off, and his eyes flick down to my hand on top of his.

It is in that moment that I realize, my wellbeing isn't just about me anymore. I need to live, and thrive, because of him. I need to take care of myself, because if I don't, I will hurt him. And I don't want that. This is what love is. I think. It's about two people who see each other as equals, have respect for one another, and if something happens to one of them, wishing it happened to you instead. It is loving someone more than yourself.

"Alright." I say. "Let's go."

Tobias offers me a small smile, and grabs my hand, leading me out the door. We walk down the cold, dark, cave-like hallways of the compound. It must be late morning, as many hangover Dauntless are just coming out of the dining haul. As we pass by them, I want to laugh. This is the main reason I don't go to parties.

A young Dauntless man, with a dyed bright red mohawk and a body covered in tattoos, clutches the metal railing above the chasm, and leans over the chasm, throwing up. His hands grip the railing so hard they become a ghostly white, almost the color of my skin. His body heaves again and Tobias and I speed up.

I limp alongside Tobias. My injuries must be more serious than I thought.

When we arrive at the infirmary, we are escorted into a room immediately. Almost no one is here. Weird, considering almost all of Dauntless is either drunk or seriously hungover. A doctor enters the room.

"What seems to be the problem?"