Chapter 3

"Oh my gosh!" Christina exclaimed, her hand against her mouth as she gasped. My eyes blinked, my throat straining to open up. And finally, I could talk.

"Wait, but how do I remember Four?"

"Yes, one of the nurses told me you asked for him, but even I don't know how you remember him."

"When can I see him?" The words rushed out.

"He's out of surgery and is currently sleeping. You may not be able to see him until tomorrow." Christina had removed her hand from her mouth and let it drop into her lap. Her eyes and face blank.

"Okay, thanks." I tried not to sound disappointed, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to see him now.

•••

My eyes felt heavy again and soon I was struggling to keep them open. Christina on the other hand, was out. Her eyes shut as her body lay lifeless against the chair. It wasn't long before I looked like that - except I was on a bed not a chair. My eyes shut and my last thought was the boy I couldn't forget.

•••

I woke up. All the machines that were once hooked up to me were gone. My room was empty, the chair Christina had been in previously was unoccupied. Instead a hospital bed lay there. I looked around. Five other beds were with me. Two on either side of me and three opposite me. The one on my left seemed to be moving, until I realised it was breathing.

I wasn't alone.

They are wearing casts on both legs and their head is tilted towards me. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could make out the outlines of their face. My first discovery was that the person next to me was a male. He has a spare upper lip and a full power lip. He seemed to be asleep which meant I couldn't see his eyes, but I could see his long eyelashes. He has short brown hair so dark, it was almost black. He looked very muscular and has a small scar on his chin. I didn't know how, but I realised who he was.

"Four."

The words were not meant to be heard, but they were. His deep-set dark blue eyes were revealed and were pointed at me. He sat up abruptly and turned to face me.

"Tris?"

"Beatrice actually."

"Sorry, I forgot."

"Yeah, I know how that feels."

"Yeah, I heard. Tr-Beatrice I'm so sorry." His cast his gaze to his hands which lay in his lap.

"Sorry for what?"

"Well, because of me, you hit your head on the table, causing you to get amnesia."

"But you sacrificed yourself for me."

"Why wouldn't I? I'd do anything for you."

"Why though? I mean why sacrifice so much - not that I'm not grateful or anything, because I am."

"I believe Christina filled you in on what happened that night."

"Yeah, she did."

"She told you about what happened between us right?" I nodded. "Well that night, you told me you loved me. A year ago, I told you the same thing, but you didn't feel the same about me." I could feel the heat rush to my cheeks."The point is, I love you and I would do anything for you - even if it meant I had to sacrifice myself." He looked up at me and smiled. I, on the other hand, wanted to cry.

"Why you?"

"Why me what?" He gave me a quizzical look.

"Of all people, I remembered you. Why?"

"I was wondering that myself, but is it a bad thing?"

"No, not at all." I said hastily, in turn, ending our conversation.

I stared around the room. A window lay open on the back wall. No light came through, just more darkness - not a star in sight. I looked at Four. He just lay there, unmoving. The silence surrounding us was deafening, but for some reason the need to talk to him even more, was growing. I felt compelled to pour out my deepest feelings and decided I had nothing to lose.

"I feel so alone, in a world with a bunch of people I don't know."

"You have me." He said quietly.

"I know." I paused, knowing what I was about to say was ridiculous, but continued anyway. "This is stupid, but I couldn't care less right now, but can I sit with you? Just for a little while, I'd feel less isolated over there." I cracked a small smile, he smiled back and nodded.

I sat up and pushed the covers back. My hospital gown flowed behind me as I walked. He moved back a little bit and winced. I felt bad making him move, but he didn't seem to care. I sat on the edge, my back facing him.

"You can lie next to me you know. I'd feel less isolated if your back wasn't facing me." I chuckled, and pushed myself up next to him. His body heat was so comforting and he seemed to radiate the word safe. I snuggled under the covers with him, so much so, our bodies were pressed against each other. "You can lean on me if it made you feel more comfortable, I don't mind." I contemplated my decision, before replying with:

"Thanks." I leaned in close to him, my head rested on his chest as he put his arm around me. I don't think even my old self would have been this brazen with a stranger before, but then again, Four wasn't a stranger, he was a friend and I felt the need to trust him. I mean, he did sacrifice himself for me. A question popped into my mind "How long have we known each other for?"

"About ten years."

"Wow."

"I don't know how you put up with me for so long." We laughed and it felt good.

We lay there in silence - which didn't bother me, I was rather enjoying myself. After a while I started to feel sleepy and without thinking I wrapped my arms around his torso, which was bare by the way. He wasn't wearing a hospital gown, not that that bothered me either. His heartbeat was like a lullaby, the soft thumps of his heart following a constant pattern. As I started to doze off I felt his other arm wrap around me, bringing us closer together and I swear, just as I was about doze off completely, I heard him whisper:

"I will get your memories back, even if it is the last thing I do, because I love you Beatrice Prior." Followed by a light kiss on my head.