A/N: Hey guys! A huge thank you to Charms22 for faithfully reviewing every chapter of this fic so far. You asked me to write more about the kids and I'm happy to do so. Children's hospitals are such unique places and I have a lot of experience to draw from. I was fortunate to be able to volunteer in almost every area of the hospital where I was also a patient in my teens and early 20s including all the inpatient floors (general medical/surgical, pediatric hematology/oncology, the pediatric intensive care unit (PICU), special care nursery/level II NICU, and day surgery), sibling play area (a unique setting in which parents could bring the siblings of patients to spend time for about an hour and a half), the hospital's in-house TV set which would broadcast unique interactive experiences for patients like bingo, and the hospital welcome desk which sometimes meant getting to deliver balloons and other goodies to patients' rooms. Some of my favorite things to do there were delivering balloons and such, day surgery as it meant reuniting parents and kids after surgery which was one of the best things to witness and it was quick, on-your-feet type work, helping with the TV shows, and the inpatient unit though I loved practically all of it. I will use some of my experiences though fictionalized for Tris' experience. This chapter has some fluff and smut along with the lyrics to Broken by Seether later in the chapter. Enjoy!

I sign in at the hospital volunteer office and see Sarah is still here and needs a volunteer. I check in with Jessica who says Sarah is doing much better and she is almost ready to go home to her foster parents. As I hold Sarah and gently rock her, I wonder what kind of life she'll have when she leaves here.

I manage to get her to sleep when two people who I assume are her foster parents enter the room. They introduce themselves as Abby and Matthew who seem excited to bring her home soon. Abby carefully takes Sarah from me with Jessica's guidance and I leave the room to let them visit her.

I have a pager from the volunteer office as I'm a "float" volunteer and help wherever I'm needed now. My pager buzzes, alerting me that help is needed in the day surgery area. I make my way to the desk and answer the phone which tells me that a patient named Aleena is out of surgery.

I locate her parents thanks to the map the volunteer before me drew them on. I find a young man and woman I address as Mr. and Mrs. Benson. I move toward them slowly and in a quiet voice tell them "Hi Mr. and Mrs. Benson, my name is Beatrice. Aleena is out of surgery and I can take you to see her if you'd like."

They are both silent but nod and follow me. As we're walking down to meet her, Mr. Benson, who insists that I call him Charles, tells me that Aleena is here for treatment for leukemia and just had her central line needed for chemotherapy placed.

I'm slightly taken a aback by what he tells me and don't know what to say so I nod and keep leading them to her. The moment they see each other again though is nothing short of magical. They look happy and relieved to see her, I watch in awe until I have to go back to the desk.

I wish I knew how moments like these can seem so majestic, of how even in the worst of circumstances parents can put everything aside and get caught up in the moment of reuniting with their children. How is it possible? I don't know but maybe if I did, these moments wouldn't seem so special to me.

I finish my shift feeling satisfied, fulfilled, and exhausted. Day surgery is one of my favorite areas to work with its fast pace and reunification of families but it does get exhausting towards the end. Still, there's nothing like it and that is what makes it special.

There's something that feels almost instinctual and natural about bringing parents to their children after they're been separated. I can only hope to experience the same thing when I have kids, that form of unique magic.

I return home without incident and decide to text Christina as we haven't hung out much lately. We decide to meet outside of the dorm at a table set up outside. She smiles and runs excitedly to me, enveloping me in a tight hug.

She releases me and asks "How have you been?". "Good, I decided to go into nursing and I'm volunteering at a children's hospital now." I answer back though her face falls a bit when I do. "A children's hospital, isn't that kind of sad?" she questions me.

I shake my head. "No, it's actually a really amazing place and the kids are so strong and resilient. They really just want to be kids more than anything." I beam before telling her about day surgery and everything else.

"That sounds awesome and I'm really happy for you. It sounds like you've found something else you enjoy. I know it was hard for you when you were injured." she replies and I gulp, remembering that day.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up." she apologizes and I charge the subject as she tells me about what happened to the ballet after I had to quit and her classes with the technique. It's hard to hear about other people enjoying what I can't now.

I want to be supportive so I listen as much as I can before she has to leave for class. I feel tears fill my eyelids and decide to go inside and shower. I'm alone so under the stream of water, I sob until my eyes burn and tears no longer come.

By the time I'm done, my eyes are red and puffy from crying. I head back to our room but before I open the door, I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around me. I wanted you to know that I love the way you laugh, I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away.

He opens the door and we enter as he closes the door. "What's wrong?" he asks and I shake my head before pressing my face to his chest and sobbing again. He runs his fingers through my hair and wipes away my tears with his thumb. I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well, I wanna hold you high and steal your pain.

When I feel myself calm down a bit, I tell him what happened. 'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome, And I don't feel right when you're gone away. You've gone away, you don't feel me here anymore"

Tris, it's okay to cry and miss dance. It's one of the things you loved to and it takes time to heal both emotionally and mentally as well as physically." he tells me before his lips crash into mine. It's a long slow kiss full of love and passion, the kind of kiss that leaves you panting and wanting more. The worst is over now and we can breathe again, I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away.

Our foreheads press together as we stare deeply into each other's eyes, silent and panting. There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight, I wanna hold you high and steal your pain.

"I feel so weak. I'm not that strong, I'm not brave. I'm not anything you want." I say as my lip trembled and a stray tear falls down my cheek. Cause I'm broken when I'm open, And I don't feel like I am strong enough.

"You are to me. You're a fighter, you've won against your eating disorder twice. You're beautiful and smart and selfless. You make me happy with just the way you are, you don't have to be anything except Tris for me to love you." he replies before I find my lips on his again. 'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome, And I don't feel right when you're gone away.

Before I realize it, our kisses become longer and hungrier as we remove each other's clothing and explore our bodies together. It isn't long until we are screaming out each other's names and moaning in pleasure. I fall asleep afterward in his warm, strong embrace.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Would you like to continue with Tris' volunteer experience or an unexpected pregnancy? Please let me know in the reviews. :)