Hey guys! New chapter time c: I know what you're thinking. "What, so soon?"(not) But I just couldn't help mahself. Besides. I left you guys for too long, and you definitely need a new chapter.

Anyways.

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Speaking of which, guys, yes, I realize that it very much unlike Tris to call Tobias "Toby". I get that. Really, I do. And I need you guys to understand that I hate the nickname as much as you do. But I used it to show how desperate she was. That in a moment of pure and unadulterated weakness, she uses the nickname that is almost unthinkable for her to use. Just keep that in mind, ok? C:

Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent. If I did, I doubt I would be writing unpublished stories, hmmm? cx

Chapter 10- Are You OK?

"Without health life is not life; it is only a state of langour and suffering- an image of death."

~Buddha

I woke up to the sound of a heart monitor beating. I was back in the hospital. Joy.

"Oh, look. The Stiff's up." I chuckled at her tone, only to stop abruptly due to a sharp pain in my chest.

"Oh, yeah. You might not want to do that. Doc says the pain meds can only help so much. Speaking of which, here." Christina handed me a small glass of a suspicious looking liquid. I sniffed it curiously.

"Oh, calm down. It's only medicine." She rolled her eyes and stood up from the chair in which she was seated and sat on the edge of my bed. So, like any logical person, I threw the sharpest objest I could find -a pencil- at her face.

"So what's the diagnosis?" I asked her as I sipped the medicine.

"Two broken ribs, a broken toe, broken finger, mild concussion, and some stitches on your calf."

I chuckled. "How long till I'm out?" She sighed. "Two weeks."

"Two weeks?" I gasped out. I had been shot and stick here in less time than that! She chuckled and shrugged. "You're the one who had to run toward a bomb when you had been shot three days beforehand." I glared at her then snapped my fingers.

"That reminds me. How're Will and Aimee?" Her reaction gave me all I needed to know.

"Are they...are they dead?"

Hey guys! I knwo this is really, really short, but I have honestly been so caught up in my life and sports that I have neither had the time nor motivation to write a new chapter. In fact, I just had another practice around an hour and a half ago, and I decided that you guys deserved another chapter.

Again, I apologize for the length, and the cliffy (heheh, not really) , but I promise that the second I have time, I will definitely continue this for you guys.

Thank you so much for your continued support! It means so much to me c:

I remain, your humble servant,

~P.G