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The first thing that registers when I wake up is the sound of running water and I instantly wonder when I got a sink in my room. But when I try to sit up and see where the noise is coming from, a sharp pain in my ribs makes my breath hitch and I lie back down, squeezing my eyes closed tight.
I hear the water turn off as last night's events come crashing down. Peter and... And Al... And then Tobias. Tobias... He said he'd take me to his house right? All my thoughts feel muddled and confusing and nothing's making any sense.
"Tris?" A deep, rough voice asks me and I feel the bed dip beside me. He sounds tired and worried, and then he places a cool, calloused hand on my forehead.
"Tobias?" I croak, peeling one eye open to look up at my beautiful rescuer.
At the sounds of my voice, I wince. However, Tobias seems relieved and a small smile shines in his eyes once they open. "Hey."He says softly, brushing my hair out of my face and behind my ear. "How are you feeling? Need to go to the hospital?" I try shaking my head but I find that the gesture makes me extremely dizzy so I settle with a whispered 'no' and he just frowns at me. "That's not really a compelling argument."
I cough and look away from him. "It's not that bad. My throat doesn't really hurt that much, and my ribs are feeling better." I lie.
"Maybe you should spend some time hanging out with the Candor, Tris, because you really can't lie." He says giving me a sad grin. "I called your parents and told them that we were watching a movie and you fell asleep and I thought it would just be best if you stayed the night. I'm pretty sure your dad was ready to drive over here and beat the crap out of me for suggesting something like that, but your mom apparently convinced him not to."
I let out a choked laugh and he frowns. "Thank you." I say quietly. "What time is it?"
"Four in the morning. Tris, you should really go to a hospital or at least go see a doctor. Hell, once you can walk on your own, I'm dragging you to the police station."
"What? Why!?" I ask trying to push myself into a sitting position before he gently pushes me back down by the shoulders.
"Tris, Peter assaulted you. We are going to the police and pressing charges." He says coldly. The look in his eyes reminds me of how he looked at Marcus. "He is going to rot in hell for what he did."
I stare up at him and slowly shake my head and give a nervous chuckle. He looks me in the eye and gives me a small grin, but it quickly falls when he sees the look in my eyes. He bites his lip and turns away. "I'm not going to press charges. I don't want him to think I'm scared." I say even though I know he already figured that much out already.
He sighs and runs and hand through his hair roughly. "Tris..." he looks down at me and I give him a pleading look. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Fine. I figured you'd say that. But if he tries to screw me over for kicking the shit out of his little punk ass I'm doing something about it."
"You're pretty scary Four." I tell him smiling nervously.
He smirks. "Only when someone hurts you."
I blush and look down at this statement. I know that he's just saying that because we're friends, but it makes me feel warm inside even though I know it shouldn't.
We sit in silence for a minute before he clears his throat nervously and I look up at him. "Um... I... I had to... your clothes... there was a lot of blood and dirt and... um... you can borrow mine for now..." He says blushing and looks away. I stare at him for a moment before I realize what he's saying. I feel a blush makes its way from the tips of my toes to my hairline and I wonder how the hell I didn't notice that I wasn't wearing actual clothes.
"Did you...?" I squeak out. He nods, still blushing and I feel like dying.
"I um... didn't see anything... well... except the bruises when I was um... checking your injuries... but um... I'm just gonna get the clothes." He stutters before jumping up and going through his dresser.
Four... Tobias... Saw me without my clothes on... I can't help but remember what Peter said to me about looking like a twelve year old. And no matter what I say to myself, the idea that Tobias has seen more of me than anyone else has and I'm so... pathetic looking makes me feel like hiding under these sheets and never coming back out.
"Um... here." He says handing me a t-shirt that would probably be small on him, but dwarfs me in size as well as a pair of shorts. "I'll um... I'll go get something for you to drink so you can change and I'll be back in a bit." He says this all without actually looking at me and then he hurries out, closing the door gently behind him.
I stare at the door for a moment before I gently push myself up and out of the bed and quickly change into the clothes and ignoring the pain it brings me before I lie back down. I groan and pull a pillow over my face to try and block out the rest of the world around me.
It doesn't quite work because I still hear Tobias' carful knock on the door and a whispered, 'can I come in'. I tell him yes and he quietly opens it and sticks his head in. When he sees me on the bed he smiles a little and comes in with a mug of something in his hand. He gives it to me and I see its hot chocolate with little marshmallows in it and I smile up at him. It's always been my favourite.
He smiles back down at me as I drink it, and I am glad to note that it isn't scalding the inside of my throat. I feel the bed start to bounce a bit and look over to see Tobias trying to stop himself from laughing.
"What?" I ask as he continues to silently laugh.
"It's... nothing." He says grinning. "You just look really... cute in my clothes." I narrow my eyes at him and cross my arms over my chest. His grin just gets bigger as he continues to watch me.
"Are you gonna just keep staring at me?" I ask starting to feel self-conscious.
"Well there isn't much else to stare at..." He says noticing my discomfort. I narrow my eyes at him again and set the mug down before I pick up a pillow and whip it at him. He takes a pillow to the face. "Hey, hey!" He says laughing "No need to get violent." I smile at him and his attempts at making e feel better. The pain in my ribs has been nearly entirely forgotten.
"Are we still on for tomorrow, or I guess this morning then?" I ask smiling.
"Well you're spending the night so I suppose so." He says quietly. "Speaking of which, we should really be getting you to sleep."
It's just then that I notice my drooping eyelids and I have to stifle a yawn. He smiles and goes over to the other side of the bed and grabs a couple pillows and drops them on the floor. "What are you doing?" I ask him.
He glances at me before dropping to the ground arranging the pillows. "You sleep on the bed, I'll take the floor." He says like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Wha? But- No, Tobias, I'll take the floor." I tell him struggling to get out of his comfy bed.
He stands up and holds me down. "No, you're injured, you stay on the bed."
I'm tempted to tell him that we can just share the bed, but that would be beyond awkward, even for us. So I just sigh and settle back down. He smiles at me in triumph and makes a big deal of tucking me to which I glare at him and he just smirks.
Tobias lies down on the floor by the bed, and if I crane my neck enough, I can just see his outline in the dark. "Good night Tris." He says as if he can sense me looking at him.
I blush despite myself and mutter back a quiet, 'good night Tobias' before I let the darkness take me.
A/N- TA DA! Just so you guys know, I refuse to do a chapter from Tobias' POV because it'll ruin my plans for this story ;) Perhaps later, but not any time soon. Oh, and as for the whole 'them taking it slow' thing, don't worry, I know exactly when they'll get together, and that will probably be close to the end of this story. LOVE YOU BYE-BYE!