It's been a week since we arrived at the Erudite hospital. Uriah has been released, much to the relief of the nurses. Apparently, his humor has returned. Though I'm not sure it actually left, considering the way he woke up. It's as if he actually planned to return in the most humorous way that he possibly could've, given the circumstances. According to Christina, who has been spending equal time in both of the rooms, he has been more than a little suggestive, though she said that she could tell he was joking around with them. He went back to Dauntless, to finish his recovery at his mother's house. He came in our room after he was able to walk around the wings. That really gave the nurses a fit. When he walked in I barely looked up, thinking it was just a doctor. He tried to joke around for a few minutes, then when he saw it was getting him nowhere, he walked out of the room.

I've spent my entire week in this hospital, learning how to take care of the day-to-day needs of a coma patient. They gave us a similar room to the one in Erudite, one with a bathroom in it, so I don't have to leave. Since we got here, Evers has been the one teaching me how to handle her. He wasn't the one taking care of Uriah, he got the other doctor that they sent. Apparently, Johanna made it clear that Tris was somehow important.

Cara came to visit some, telling me about how everything was coming along with the solar panels. She already had them fixed, and they didn't need any mounts because they were on the Erudite cars. They just needed a way to get them on the roof of the place that Johanna had selected for us to live. Zeke walked in almost right as she was mentioning that one little detail, I'm not sure whether or not that was actually deliberate, but he seemed innocent enough. He volunteered to haul them up there while Cara and Caleb mounted them, to be the brawl while the brains did what they were supposed to do. It made me realize that I hadn't lost my fried.

I haven't been to the place that Johanna picked for us, I left t completely up to her. I knew that she would find a place that would be comfortable for us, she is Amity. She has come to visit as well, and she told me about it while she was here, when the doctor had left and I wasn't so focused on paying attention to him.

"The house is roughly five blocks away from the hospital, where the families used to live. It's not a very big house, just a bit larger than the size of a normal apartment. It's ready for you whenever you're ready to leave." I was vaguely stunned at all the information, and I could only thank her for her help.

Tris has been... asleep. She still hasn't woke up, though it appears Uriah's incident has given everyone more hope that she will wake as well. She took the trip well, according to Evers. I've done my best not to sleep that much since we've been here, I don't think anyone here would appreciate my screaming that much, and I'm not in the mood to wake up thoroughly drenched again. Christina said that night one of the nurses came in the dormitory to get them because I was screaming in my sleep. They were afraid of what I might do if I woke up. Christina said that they all went running towards the infirmary, and when they got close they heard me. She said that I could pretty much guess the rest.

We are going to the house tomorrow, Evers has decided it's safe and that my "training" is complete. He come to check on her twice a month, and Cara will come once a week. Other than that it'll just be me and her in that little house. One of the nurses suggested that I talk to her, like I hadn't been, though not when there are others in the room. It feels a little weird, like I finally lost what remains of my sanity, which is completely tied to her as well. It's strange, this currently one sided relationship. I love her, but she isn't conscious enough to love me back. I talk to her, she remains silent. I have completely bound myself to her, and I haven't even known her a year. And right now she can't hear me tell her that, can't hear it when I plead with her to wake up before it's too late.

One of the nurses walks in, and gives me a small vial of pink liquid. I recognize it as the stuff they gave Tris when we got to Amity, the serum that prevents you from dreaming. I honestly don't remember if I took it then, but I accept it now. Someone, probably Johanna, must have told them about my lack of sleep due to nightmares. Mostly just "the nightmare". I sit in the chair, then think better of it and arrange myself around Tris gradually fall into the black deep of sleep.