Happy late Thanksgiving! I finished this chapter a few days ago, but I never had a chance to post it. I saw Catching Fire a few days ago, and if any of you want to have a long discussion about it, just PM me. Sorry if this chapter is a little short, it is just a filler.

CHAPTER 4

Christina was right, of course. The doctors came to me two days later, telling me that I could leave after they did a few tests. I was ecstatic, but also anxious. I couldn't wait to get out of here, but how was I supposed to live in such a vulnerable and dependent state?

Over the past two days, I have been able to stand up, but I am still not able to walk due to muscle spasms because of over exertion. I can't do much with my arms either. If I try to lift anything too heavy, I will have similar spasms to those in my legs. I still have the strange twitches, but not as often now. It is difficult, and I spend every minute of every day wondering if I will ever be fully healed. Maybe in a long time, but for now, I have to be constantly monitored to make sure nothing happens to me.

They scanned my brain, confirming that it was healing correctly. They did a few other simple tests, checking my mental state, my reflexes, my overall health. Once they deemed me stable, Tobias pushes me out in the wheel chair I have become accustomed to. My heart starts to pound as we finally exit the dank infirmary, my fingernails digging into the armrests of the chair, anticipation crushing any other feeling I had earlier.

I hear the sounds of Dauntless, the same ones I was enjoying before I was shot. The screams of happy children echoing through the long hallways. The splashing of the water against the chasm walls in the distance. But everything sounds off, clearer, intensified. Like my ears are making up for my eyes. I can hear Tobias's every movement, every breath. I can almost picture the world around me, just by the sounds. It is a strange sensation, like nothing I have ever experienced. We finally arrive at Tobias's apartment, him unlocking the door and pushing me inside. I hear him collapse on the couch beside me, sighing. I reach out and find his arm, letting my hand trail down it until it meets his hand, my fingers slipping in between his.

"Tobias?" I ask quietly.

"Yes?"

"What is going to happen now?"

He sighs again, lifting me out of the wheel chair, setting me on top of him. I lay my head on his chest, taking in his scent that always makes me feel safe.

"I have no idea. We will just have to take it day by day," he finally replies. Tears start to well up in my eyes as reality hits me. This is my life now. I will never be the same. The tears leak out of my eyes, falling on Tobias's shirt. He wraps his arms more tightly around me, placing a light kiss on my forehead. I just lay and sob for hours, it seems. I can hear Tobias's occasional sniffles, making me cry even harder. I hurts to see him sad. Well, not even see him.

After what feels like days, I finally stop crying. I lay on Tobias's chest, rising and falling with his breathing. My face is tucked into his neck, his hand cradling my head gently. I always wear the hat he gave me, I usually never take it off. I don't think I will for a long time, I will try to hide my vulnerability for as long as possible.

"Are you hungry? I think I have some food in here somewhere," Tobias asks, starting to sit up.

"Yes, I hope the food isn't spoiled, though." He lifts me off of him and sets me back on the couch. I hear him walk into the kitchen and open a few of the cabinets. I can't help but smile at his devotion to make sure I am okay. He is so over protective of me. Unless he feels like he has to help me. Maybe he is angry at me getting hurt, and leaving him with having to take care of me. I am so helpless that I need assistance just to sit up sometimes. I bet he is wondering why he was stuck with the burden of constantly helping me do everything. I bet he hates me for it. I start to tear up again at the thought as I hear him walk back into the room. I try to wipe my tears away, but he must have noticed.

"Tris? What's wrong?" he asks in a calm comforting voice, with worry hidden in it. Maybe he does truly care about me. But I don't always trust my judgements.

"Are you angry that you are stuck caring for me?" I suck in a breath, trying to steady myself. He takes my face in his hands.

"What? No Tris, of course not. I would take care of you no matter what, because I love you more than anything." He gently kisses me, pulling away after a moment. "Now, you need to eat."

After I finish eating, Tobias carries me to the bed, setting me down and then lying down beside me. I am not exactly tired, so I let my fingers travel across Tobias's face, taking in his features that I love so much. His hooked nose, his long hair, his lips. I feel him smile under my touch, his hot breaths warming my fingertips. I move forward and press my lips to his, my body buzzing with electricity. He moves even closer, wrapping his arms tightly around me. Let my hands run down his back, across his chest, and back up to his face. We continue kissing until I get dizzy from lack of air. I have to pull away to catch my breath. After I do we just lie in silence, until my eyes start to close, and I smile, glad to finally be back home.