TOBIAS

She goes limp in my grasp. I knew it would be hard but I never thought it would lead to her fainting. "That was too much for her. We should have waited. She just got back, she's just getting used to the new Chicago." I lifted her us bridal style, staring down at her. She looks so pale but so peaceful. She is so beautiful.

I walk through the dim hallways until I reach the infirmary, I can't take my eyes off her. I won't do it. I'm glad none of the others followed me. I just want it to be us too. Even if she is unconscious.

They place her in a small room at the end of a short hall. I've been in here plenty of times. I recognize the white walls that are the opposite of the compound. I recognize the twitching light just above Tris' room.

They told me to wait for them to get her changed and run a few tests. I protested, holding her closer to my body but I knew deep down that she needs to be checked on, even if she just fainted. It hurt to let her go.

I slowly walk to her room, expecting her to be awake. But when I slowly open the door, cringing at the creaking of its hinges, she's still asleep.

The pale blue blankets tries to warm her small frame whiles she's lying in a paper-thin gown. The nurse told me that her stress levels shot up at the sight of Will and Uriah, and they said that she's underweight which also played a part of the fainting.

I slide my palm into her freezing one, flinching at her cold hand in mine. Looking at her now, I realize the nurse is right. Her arms are bony, all muscle went which amazes me since her punch still hurt. The cheeks are sharp and hollow while she has black bags under her eyes.

I sit there for a while not noticing a nurse with bright pink hair and a sleeve tattoo walk in and start talking to me. She shakes my shoulder, breaking my gaze off Tris. "Four, did you hear me?" Her voice is soft compared to her strong build. Seeing her next to Tris, you would never have thought that they belong to the same faction. I look into her eyes, they're a piercing green and there is a thick coat of black around her eyes.

"Sorry, no," I say flatly.

She sighs, taking her hand off my shoulder. As she walks to the door I quickly grab her wrist. "wait, how is she?"

"She'll be fine. I just came to see how you are. I know everyone thought she died. It must be hard for you."

I drop her wrist and stare back at Tris. I can feel the nurse looking at me, looking at Tris. "I'm so happy she is okay. But why would the Bureau think her coming back would ruin their mission, I never believed that. I just wanted her back. That's all I wanted."

"You just wanted her back." Her voice is sad and it makes me want to comfort her. "You, know. I lost someone too in that war. My brother and my husband. Daniel, I don't know if you would have known him. He was a transfer from Candor. He was Divergent and that's what got him killed. I just wish I could have saved him but since I was under the s-simulation, I couldn't. A-and t-hey made-made me w-watch." I turn to see her in tears and have an urge to comfort her. I pull her into an embrace, her tears soaking my shirt. I've never been the comforting type but seeing the look in her eyes, the look we both share, the look of having lost too many people, I had to comfort her.

I never said anything, I just let her cry. After about 5 minutes, my shirt is soaked and her make-up is streaking down her face. "I-I should go." She speaks through hiccups, but before I could saw anything, she turns her back and slumps out the room.