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~ Slightly Afraid

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Chapter 7

The medical truck drove away as fast as it could towards the Dauntless compound, with Four's body in the back. Zeke put his hand on my shoulder, reminding me that I couldn't chase him forever. He was with the people that could take care of him; fix him up. Something I couldn't do. I took a quick glance to my left and right, and saw that Shauna, Uriah, Christina, Trapper and Peaches had stayed with us. Uriah held Christina in his arms, and Zeke had his arm, around Shauna.

I walked over to Trapper and Peaches - brothers, only a year apart. But both were good friends with Four. Peaches smiles and pulls me into a quick hug.

"I guess we should count ourselves lucky though. Eh?" I nod. I understand completely what he means.

"At least Four's not dead." Peaches says softly and I nod my head "He's severely injured, but for now, he's still with us." I smile slightly, but then I remembered something. The cause of all this panic and distress. Zach. I look at Trapper, and by the look in his eyes, he knows what I'm about to ask.

"Yeah, we got him. Harrison and Tori drove down in a high security truck and then took him back up to Dauntless. He needs questioning, but he's a tough nut to crack. He never told anyone anything his whole time at Dauntless." I nod and start walking towards the last truck. The one that would take us home. "Well then, we'd better get started," and then to the rest of my team in a louder voice, "Come on, we need to get back. I don't know about you, but I have some questions for Zach."

oOo

My fist connected with his chin and he fell of his chair, hitting the floor with his head.

"TALK! I'll ask you one last time. Who. Are. You. Working for?" I'd asked him this question eight times already, and every time I had been rewarded with silence and a smug smile. After asking five times, I'd resorted to physical violence. Punching him in the chin or in the stomach.

Zach reached up to his face and touched his chin. When he pulled his fingers away there was blood on the tips from where my spiked ring had punctured the skin, but still, all I received was another smug smile.

"Do you really think I'm going to tell you anything? I don't regret what I did. Not at all. I don't give a damn as to whether he's a Dauntless leader or not. I hope he dies." After that I decided to not hold Zeke back, and he released all his fury out on the traitor as if he were a punching bag.

Only when his knuckles were bleeding did Zeke stop and admire his work. Zach was covered in bruises. He had a split lip and a cut above his eyebrow. He could've been a lot worse though.

"My patience is wearing thin," Zeke said fiercely. "Six has already asked you eight times, now I'm asking you. Who do you work for?" Zach just stands there, pressing his fingers to the cut above his eyebrow. Zeke's eyebrows knit together, and his eyes become cold and unforgiving. He takes one stride towards Zach, looks him in the eye, and knees him in the groin.

Zach immediately falls to the floor and curls into a ball, panting and screaming.

Zeke kneels next to him and puts his face very close to Zach's.

"I'll ask you one last time. Who do you work for?" Zach screws up his eyes, and after another thirty seconds, he relaxes entirely.

"James. James Mathews. Jeanine's younger brother. He wants revenge for his sister's death." Jeanine had a brother?

I'd have time to dwell on this later, but right now, there were other things on my mind. I looked over my shoulder and signalled the guards to come in.

"Take him back to his cell, but make sure he has food," Although, in my eyes, Zach deserved to die, I didn't want to be heartless and cold blooded like his former boss. I looked to Zach and glared and my boyfriends attacker. "Tomorrow will be your trial. There, the remaining Dauntless leaders and a few members of the protection force will determine you fate. Now get out of my sight."

Zach is dragged, kicking and screaming back to his cell, and as soon as he's out the door I'm racing out of the interrogation room and towards the Hospital wing with Zeke hot on my heels.

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As soon as I enter the hospital wing, I run straight to the main desk, and within a matter of seconds, Zeke is beside me. The woman at the front desk, I think her name was Tiff, doesn't look surprised to see us.

"Where is he? Is he ok?" She obviously knows who we're talking about as she replies immediately.

"We're not really 100% sure. We've given him a few x-rays to see the extent of the damage; the bullet only just missed his heart, unfortunately it grazed a vital artery, but that can easily be restored with an operation that should be being carried out now. Umm," She quickly glanced at the computer. "He's broken a rib and severely bruised two others with the impact on the walls as the train car flipped. He also has an open fracture to the left leg and a broken right arm. The laceration running down the side of his head and neck, luckily missed vital arteries, and also in this operation, the surgeons will be stitching it up. He's covered in bruises and little cuts, but compared to his other injuries, they're just paper cuts."

I nod slowly, trying to digest the information I'd just heard. Zeke puts a hand on my shoulder.

"When can we see him?" he asks nervously, afraid that they won't let us visit him for a while. Tiff smiles and merely asks for our relation to Four.

"I guess you could wait in the observation room that overlooks the operating theatre. You'd be able to see what's going on from there as well. The head Doctors, most of the time from Amity have to watch some of the operations. Just don't tell Greg," the head surgeon, "I let you in there. Family members aren't really supposed to watch, but with Four being leader, and you too being who you are, I can't really deny you access."

We thank her profusely; promising to bring her up a slice of Dauntless cake after her shift is over, and run of in the direction of the operating theatre.

No one else is there in the observation room. We're alone. I walk up to the glass and place my hand on its cold, hard surface, wishing, that just once, I'd fought for my side of the argument, wishing that I was the one going to Abnegation - that I was the one on that train. That it was me and not him on the operating table. I felt the tears slide down my face, stinging the cuts on my cheeks and lips I'd obtained shifting metal. I needed someone to talk to. I couldn't talk to Zeke because he was on the phone to Shauna, telling her what happened, Uriah and Christina were out at the train wreck, still trying to find out what caused the carcass to flip, so there was only one person I could talk to. He and I became very close after the war. Although he hurt me, he also saved me. He's almost taken over the role Caleb once held. I pulled out my cell phone, and called him. Peter.

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I tell Zeke about the other person that's going to be here. He understood why Peter was more like a brother to me now as I described to him our escape from Erudite, our occasional trips to the bar, my helping him through yet another break-up, and how when Four and the rest of my friends were out me and him would hang out, most of the time, at the club or at his apartment watching horror movies.

Zeke didn't say anything. Probably because that's how Four and he became friends in the first place but with Zeke being in Peter's shoes. And now Four was on an operating table with his life on the line.

oOo

The operation had been underway for 45 minutes. 45 torturous minutes of pacing, hugging and crying. For now I'd adopted the position on a chair with my knees tucked underneath my chin and frequently glancing up at the big pane of glass that separated me from my boyfriend. Zeke walked back and forth from me to the glass and then back and Peter was bartering with the nurses for information on how the surgery was going.

Every so often, fresh tears would slip down my cheeks, and silent sobs would wrack my body, and then the two boys would come and wrap their arms around me, telling me repeatedly that he was going to be ok and that in a few hours everything would be alright.

I'm not really one of those people that cry, but given the situation, I decided to tear down the walls and open the flood gates. Zeke, usually immune to such things, was also weeping, not even bothering to try and cover it up. I knew this was hard on him. He and Tobias are best friends, and because Zeke couldn't do anything to help him, it clawed at him, breaking him down until he was reduced to tears.

He sat down on the chair next to me and put his head in his hands. I put my arm round his shoulder and hugged him.

We stayed like this until Peter came back in, five minutes later. He put his arm around me and smiled, handing me a white chocolate and cherry muffin.

"Cheer up. I know it's hard, but this is Four! He'll pull through!" but he couldn't have been more wrong.

No more that a minute after he'd said that, the heart monitor that was connected to Four's chest stopped beeping.

The three of us ran to the pain of glass, and what could only be described as horror consumed my vision. Surgeons ran around the operating theatre grabbing equipment. Four's left arm hung limply off the table, and blood pooled around his head and chest. The head surgeon grabbed the defibrillator and charged it. One of the female surgeons gave Tobias oxygen, then the paddles for the defibrillator were rubbed together and pressed to Fours chest. His upper body rose with the electrical current and then plummeted back onto the table.

They repeated this action several times. I knew there was no hope for him now. I sank to the floor sobbing, and Zeke and Peter join me, hugging me and stroking my arms. Suddenly as if by some miracle, the heart monitor resumed it's beating, but at a slightly slower pace. Zeke stood up, looked at the glass, and smiled as the surgeon gave him the all clear.

Tears blurred my vision, and my head pounded, making me dizzy. I sat down, relived to get off my feet, tucked my knees under my chin, and listened to the steady beeping of the heart rate monitor.

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I have no idea how long I sat there. It could've been minutes or it could've been hours. All I know was that at some point, I'd fallen asleep. I opened my heavy eyelids, and looked around the room, but I was greeted with emptiness- and silence. I couldn't hear any form of beeping, and my mind immediately thought of the worst. I once again tucked my knees under my chin, and put my head in my hands. I felt someone's arms sliding behind my back and behind my knees, lifting me up and carrying me in the direction of my apartment. Peter.

"Is he ok? Did he make it? Where is he?" Peter smiled and held me tighter, giving me a sort-of hug.

"He's fine. He's in the intensive care unit at the moment, but they think he's going to be ok." I smiled and thanked him.

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked curiously. I looked around and saw that we were about halfway to my apartment.

"A good few hours. The operation ended a little while ago, but I didn't want to move you. There wasn't any other operations going on, so the nurses said I could leave you there until you woke up. I stayed and watched, just I case something happened. Zeke went back to his apartment when the operation ended."

Just then we reached my apartment door, and Peter pushed the door open, and carried me into the living room.

"Thanks Peter. Trip to the club tomorrow?" I heard him chuckle softly.

"Yeah! Need to celebrate! Besides I need you to meet my new girlfriend."

I rolled my eyes and wished him good night, but did not move until I'd heard the front door shut. When I heard the automatic lock slide into place, I kicked off my lace up boots, and climbed into bed, still in my uniform, thinking about Tobias. How strong he was to pull himself back, how brave, and how he was mine.