Sorry for the short chapter, folks. Hope you enjoy!

Light begins to appear. Slowly objects appear throughout the brightly lit room.

Then, suddenly, everything appears in sharp focus.

"Hello?" I ask, because I am in a baby-blue colored room, with picture books on a shelf to my right and a TV on my left. Next to both beds, there are small desks. I am lying on a soft, silky bed that looks like it was made for children.

There's a sheet of paper on one of my desks. It says, Tris, when you wake up, press the red button above this note.

I look up. Sure enough, on the wall above the note and desk, there's a big red button.

I raise my hand and press it.

Then I collapse on my bed and wait.

I am not sure of the time because there is no clock in the room. I am still shivering from the dreams – I mean nightmares – that I had in my "coma."

Suddenly, the doctor comes in, accompanied by the same two nurses as before.

"Hello, Tris," he says pleasantly. "Are your hands feeling better?"

I look at them, twist them so I can see them at different angles. "Yeah, they're great. How long have I been in a coma?"

"A week," he answers cheerfully. I stare at him.

"What?" I ask.

"Oh, you had some dreams," he says, still smiling. "You see, those dreams were separated by one day of rest each. You just didn't notice. And they started on the second day of the coma. The first day was dreamless."

"How do you know I had dreams?" I ask, confused and terrified because of the dreams.

"Most patients do. It reflects on their deepest secrets and deepest regrets. If you're comfortable, you might want to tell me the dreams."

I shake my head. "I never want to think about them again, Doctor."

"Oh, I'm sorry," he says. "Now, you may be released in a week. Does that sound good? You've been an exceptionally lucky patient, Tris, so I can let you out early."

"Yes. And do I have to pay for this?" I ask. What? I would never ask if I had to pay for something. I might just walk out.

"No, your parents' insurance covered this."

"Where am I?" I ask. "This is a different room."

"Yes, you had been in the ER, but the hospital was packed, so I had to move you to a children's surgery room."

"What am I supposed to do in here for a week?" I ask, already bored, gesturing at the picture books.

"Oh, no. You don't have to stay here entirely. We will take you to a communal children's surgery room, where you can meet the other children who underwent surgery, during every afternoon. But, of course, if you don't want to, you may stay and watch TV the whole week." He smiles.

I frown. "How old are the kids?" I ask.

"Honestly, it depends," he replies. "Sometimes all of them are under ten, and sometimes they are all your age. It depends who got injured. Then, of course, there are children who have cancer, and you may visit them as long as you are kind and respectful, do you understand me?" His voice is now stern and there's not a trace of a smile on his weathered, experienced face.

"Yes, Doctor, I understand. Do you have On Demand on the TV?"

"No, but we have Netflix and cable. We will also return to you your phone, which you are free to use. Nurses will be glad to give you some spare chargers, as long as you return them."

I nod. "Doctor – I don't know your name. What should I call you?"

He smiles wistfully. "You may call me Doctor, Tris. Just Doctor."

(Time Skip to the end of the week – sorry, people)

"I just need you to sign these papers and then you're good to go," Doctor says. He and I have become good friends. I believe I'm changing. I no longer feel like everything is below me. I see Doctor as my equal, perhaps even my superior.

I scribble my signature, and then my mom does the same with hers. She came fifteen minutes ago to give guardian permission for me to be released. Doctor wouldn't allow me to just walk out.

"Thank you, Tris. Thank you, Mrs. Prior," he says. "I had a wonderful time with your daughter, Mrs. Prior. Tris, I'll miss you. Will you come visit me soon?"

"Yeah, sure, as soon as I break another bone," I joke lightheartedly. I am changed. Back before I entered Roth High, I would never crack a joke. I'd be sullen and silent, or I'd be snotty and rude. What a terrible person I was back then.

Of course, I still need room for improvement. I find myself thinking negatively about almost everything. It's only when I think of the boy Four's eyes that my whole personality changes for the better, temporarily.

"You're free, Tris. Bye," he says, waving a little. I wave back and walk out of the room.

Then I walk outside.

It is incredible outside. I've missed the sunlight, the leaves changing color. A sweet dusty scent wafts over my nose. Children are laughing and shouting happily, the sky is blue, and the grass is still green.

I've missed the beauty of the world.

Sorry if this ending is kinda cheesy. I'm trying to make Tris recover gradually. I think she'll be 98% complete at a game of truth or dare next chapter ...

Be brave.