Okay, guys. This is the worst. The chapter that I posted was a chapter for a different story! That's why it made no sense. Whatsoever. This is the second time FF has done something weird. Then I went to camp, and the entire time I am completely oblivious to the fact. Well, now it's all replaced and such, so if you read the other chapter, I'm sorry, and if this is your first time reading the story, then welcome. Oops. I'm soooo sorry! I love you all. This will most likely be the last chapter, unless you guys leave me some more ideas, 'cuz I'm out. JI love you all! So this is goodbye... for now. As always, happy reading.

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Tobias POV

I open my eyes and glance down. I slept in my clothes again. I get up and grab shorts and a t-shirt. In a manner of hours, I will have to pick up Tris. I came to the hospital as early as I could yesterday, and Tris and I had talked and everything. Last night I had been so worried about her, all I could do was pace the apartment, thinking about what would happen if the surgery didn't work. Or if she didn't make it out. I stand and stretch, looking down once more at my pathetic attempt at an outfit. Oh well.

I walk as slow as I dare to the train tracks, and wait for the next train. When I comes, I run next to it for much longer than I usually do. I feel the wind in my hair and my clothes. The burning ache in my legs, and the screaming of my lungs. The pavement is coming to an end. I launch myself into the air and grasp one of the handles, steadying myself before I get into the actual train. But I don't. I stand on the ledge, gripping the handle for dear life, all the way to the hospital.

When I get there, I leap off, and hit the ground, stumbling, and finally smashing into a car with a Candor family inside. I muster a small smile and wave to the kids on the inside. I half walk half jog into through the lobby, until I get into the OR waiting room. There is pandemonium. There are doctors rushing back and forth, machines and scrubs and boxes of gloves. Most of the people have bright blue scrubs on, and are rushing around, shouting to one another. Some have blood stained clothes and hands. I walk up to the desk.

"Do you know what all of this is about?"

She looks hurried and a bit confused, but she replies, regardless.

"Yeah. I don't know all the details, but there was a surgery, and it went fine, but she wouldn't wake up from the anesthesia. I think they gave her too much or something like that? I don't know. Um… were you here to see someone or…? Oh wait, you're Four, aren't you?"

I stare at her blankly. Will Tris not wake up?

"Oh. Right. Tris Prior, she should have just gotten out of surgery."

She types something into her computer, waiting several seconds before looking back up at me.

"Yes. She should already be awake. Room 113, that's right down the hall to your left."

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding, and start to quick- walk down the hall. I stop in the doorframe, and there is Tris, munching on ice chips and looing rather dazed.

"Tris!"

I say, and she jolts out of her daydream. A smile spreads across her face.

"Hi, Four."

I cross the room, and sit on the foot of her bed.

"How are you feeling?"

I put a hand down, and rub her leg gently through the blankets.

"Good…-ish. I don't know. I mean, I feel better than I have in weeks, but I swear they put a drop or two of Amity serum in my IV or something. Just happy, I guess."

I nod and smile.

"Cool. Do you know when you will be able to go home?"

She thinks for a minute, then says:

"Well, the doctor talked to me before my surgery and said that when I wake up, I have to make sure that I check out with him before I leave, but other than that, I'm good to good, as far as I know. (#ryhmetime) My change of clothes are in that cabinet over there."

After checking out with her doctor, Tris and I walk out of the hospital, and sit next to the train tracks. When we were checking out, we heard a train go by, so it should be a while before the next one comes. We sit in semi-awkward silence for a few minutes.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

She turns from the horizon, and looks up at me. Her color has returned almost to normal, and most of the fire is back in her eyes. I take a deep breath.

"Everything."

I say quietly. She presses her lips into a fine line, and gazes back at the skyline. (#rymetimeagain)

"How is everyone?"

"Good. They miss you though."

The silence stretches out for what seems to be forever, when she speaks again. Her voice is so quiet that for a moment I thought I had imagined it.

"What about us?"

I turn to her, but her eyes are still trained on the horizon.

"Are we going to work?"

Her eyes sweep everything in sight before finally turning to me. I take a deep breath before taking my turn to look into the sky. When I turn back, there is hurt in her eyes.

"I hope so."

I whisper. I lean in, grabbing the back of her neck with my hand. Her lips meet mine, and it is as if everything is back to normal again. Like none of this has ever happened, and it was before that awful night when we fell apart and she is sitting there next me; her warmth radiating off of her, and giving me comfort. He beautiful eyes closed, and a smile playing on her lips. And somehow, just somehow, I know that everything is alright.