Tobias P.O.V.
It has been 3 days now and I am starting to panic, because Tris still hasn't woken up. That cannot be good for her. I contemplate that I may have to take her to the hospital for a check-up. I have cleaned her and sat with her for hours on end, one night actually falling asleep next to the bed with her hand in mine. I promised myself that should she not wake by the morning, then I will take her to the local hospital.
As I am sitting at the kitchen table eating, I hear a scream. And not just any scream, Tris' blood curling scream from my room. I drop the glass that I had in my hand and run to the bedroom. I stop at the door and see her sitting up and looking around franticly. She might not realise where she is, she has never been here before. I stand in the doorway and try to catch her eye. She must feel me there because she jumps up from the bed, winches and then hides in the corner next to the dresser. God, what have they done to her, I think as I look at her. She looks around and sees me. She looks straight into my eyes and I try to show her not to be scared, that it is only me. She looks around again and looks at me again, before trying to talk.
I then realise that she hasn't had anything to drink in days. I go to the nightstand's where I placed a fresh glass of water this morning and pick it up. I try to do this as slow as I can, trying not to startled her. I show her the glass and walk around the bed slowly.
"It's just water," I say as I give her the glass. She looks at me, then the glass, then at me again. I nod to her and she takes the glass. She gulps it down so fast, I was afraid she might choke on it. I take the glass and go and refill it again for her, which she gulps down too. I refill it again and she takes a few sips and put the glass on the floor next to her.
"Tris?" I say to her in barely a whisper.
She looks at me and says, "Four?"
I give a small laugh, because I am so happy she knows who I am. Then she asks, "Where am I and what are you doing here?"
"Do you remember anything from before? I saw you in the street and you passed out. You have been out for 3 days now. I was so worried; I was going to take you to the hospital in the morning if you didn't wake up." I tell her softly, not wanting to scare her more that she already is.
She look at me confused, still sitting on the floor next to the dresser. I hold out my hand to show her I mean her no harm. I exhale in relief when she takes it and I help her to the bed. She is so weak that she stumbles a few times.
When she sits on the bed, she answers me, still very confused, "I can't remember much to be honest. How did I get here, what happened?"
"I don't know Tris. God, I seriously don't know. I scattered your ashes 6 months ago, I thought you were dead, then I go to work this morning and there you are. Running just across the street from my workplace, you looked like you were running from someone or something." I say to her, tears stinging my eyes.
The next minute she startles me by jumping off the bed again and sitting next to the dresser. Before I can reach her she starts crying, her head in her hands, her knees pressed against her body. The next minute she whispers, "Jason".
"Who is Jason, Tris?"
"The guy at the Bureau, the one who…...who…" she tries to say. I walk slowly to her and sit in front of her, trying not to scare her. I take her hands from her face and look into those beautiful eyes of hers asking, "Who is Jason and what did he do to you Tris?"
"He is the scientist that was experimenting on me," she says. It breaks my heart to see her like this and I seriously want to murder someone right now. After what feels like eternity, I get her to calm down and pick her up and place her on the bed again. I go into the kitchen and get her some food, she must be starving, I discover some soup that I had frozen. I don't know when last she actually ate. I heat some of the soupin a bowl and go back to the bedroom. She is curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed.
"Tris?" I ask her, trying not to scare her. This is going to be hard; it looks like she has been to hell and back, mentally and physically.
"I got you some food," I tell her while sitting on the edge of the bed. She looks up to me and I hold the bowl of soup. She looks to me and then I realise that she is to weak to eat by herself. I stand up, place the bowl on the nightstand and help her into a sitting position. Trying to not hurt her anymore that she already is. I take the bowl again, sit on the edge of the bed and feed her the soup.
As I feed her, I see a bit of colour come back to her cheeks, not much, but it feels like an improvement. After I feed her, I place a blanket over her and tell her to try and sleep. I kiss her on the forehead, feeling her winch at my touch. It breaks my heart when she does this. I leave the room and go and clean up the mess I made earlier from my broken glass and food on the counter.
I finish up and fall to the coach, unable to sleep with all the worry going on in my head right now.