CHRISTINA

Tris' body lies in the hospital numbly, nearly dead. A tear escapes from my eye as I remembered the first time we met. Blonde, small, and a Stiff—I can't really think of a Stiff being a Dauntless, especially Tris. But everything changes when I asked for her to jump with me, to hold my hand because I was afraid that I might fall to my death, and she said yes. Since then, Tris became my new friend. A tattoo buddy. A friend I can cry on.

And then there's Uriah, on the other side of the room, also lying in the bed. We weren't really that close back in the Dauntless headquarters, but i'm glad I get to know him once we left Chicago.

"Tris..." I whispered hoarsely, trying to fight the tears that are threatening to fall from my eyes again. "Please, be strong. Be brave."

The door opened behind me but I paid no attention to it. I already know who it was. "What are you doing here?" I asked, not tearing my eyes away from my best friend.

I can hear his hesitation before saying, "Am I not allowed to visit my girlfriend?" he ask. I chuckled.

"Girlfriend, really? After what you did to her, Four?"

He didn't answer. I can hear his footsteps coming nearer and nearer until he reached Tris. I frowned at him, and he frowns back. He then looked distantly at the other side of the room, to Uriah. His facial expression become sad. I guess I can't blame him, he promised to Zeke that he would protect Uriah, but failed to do so by willingly joining those rebels who did this to Tris and Uriah. He then shrugged and looked back to Tris, which made his face unreadable.

"...I'm sorry, I didn't believe you..." Four whispered, most likely to himself.

"Yeah, you should be." I sneered. He then looked at me, his eyes filled with anger and disbelief.

"Do you think I wanted this, huh, Candor?" Four asks in an angry tone. I just rolled my eyes at him, I'm not afraid of him. Why should I?

"To be honest, yes. If you hadn't joined those rebels then Tris would still be—"

"Shut up!" Four yells. "Shut up! She is not yet dead! She'll never be!"

I frowned at him before answering, "She's as good as dead, Four! I mean look at her—"

Four lunge toward me, pinning my shoulder to the wall, and lean closer to my face.

"If you dare say that again," he say, "I'll—"

"You'll what?" I shove him back, hard. "Hurt me? You know, there's a word for big, strong men who attack women, and it's coward."

Four stopped for a while. His face softened and I suddenly felt guilty for taunting him. But he deserved it, otherwise. He step back and slump himself against the wall, letting his body collapse into it. "I'm sorry," he says.

"I know," I answer.

We stand still for a few seconds, just looking at each other. I remembered being slightly afraid by him, because of his threatening words. But over time he showed me who he really was, a strong trainer, faithful to his lover, a loyal leader, brave enough to take action. I can't help but like him now, can't help but see what Tris saw in him.

"I'm just sad, though. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't want to die this way, especially after her parent's sacrifice for both her and his brother." I say truthfully and sadly. Four nodded.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, though it was more likely meant for Tris. "I hope you forgive me."

"I'll forgive you, but I don't know if Tris will." I spoke, not daring to ask about who his words are for. He nodded again before he went next to Tris' stiff body and kissed her forehead while holding her hand, hard enough as if it would make her wake up.

"I also wanted to make her stay, Four, but I don't think she'd make it." I say honestly. "If she and Uriah do come back, they'll most likely be sitting on wheelchairs, staring blankly ahead, and wouldn't be able to speak."

Four let Tris' hand go and started to sit in the floor. He began to sob silently, and curled himself into a ball. And I couldn't fight it, too. I started to cry endlessly as Four rocks back and forth like a child having a tantrum. I didn't even realised that Matthew and David had entered the room if it weren't for Matthew. He pats my back and smiled sadly at me. I stare at him.

"My deepest apologies for interrupting you both." says David with a fake tone of sadness, it was obvious.

Four immediately stood up and wipe his face. He stared blankly at David, who was wheeling himself near Tris to get a good look of her. David's face hardened, and that's when he showed a real face of sympathy. Four keeps on eyeing him like crazy. Matthew, however, leaned closer to me and whispered, "I heard something from the doctors earlier."

My eyes lit up like lights. I look at Matthew with a hopeful look, only to find a sad one from him. "It's not good news, is it?"

"Yes."

"Tell me about it."

He hesitated for a while but continued anyway. "Tris and Uriah. They won't be able to wake up. The only thing that keeps them alive are the machines." he says without a doubt. I sighed.

"Oh." I say dryly.

"But if miracle happens—"

"It won't." Four says without hesitating. But we found out he was wrong when we heard someone groan.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA CLIFFHANGER GUYS!

I DECIDED TO CONTINUE THIS, BECAUSE OF MY DEAR FRIEND LILA. 4

GUESS WHO'S GONNA LIVE AND WHO'S NOT. TRIS OR URIAH?

REVIEWS WILL HELP ;)