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*ALLY*

As I ran after Sam and Jackson, my heart thumping, I felt giddy. I was so incredibly happy that Austin's here, but I was also scared. Scared, that he might be dangerously wounded, his life put at sake. Sam slowed down to catch up with me, and then, as he was running, squeezed my hand to comfort me. I smiled weakly at him, and then kept running.

We had gone back inside the main building of The Hut, which I had heard people calling The Mart. I didn't know why, but as I thought about it, I figured the name fit that building.

Anyway, we ran into The Mart, and up the stairs to the third floor, which exhausted me greatly, then Jackson came to a stop in front of a set of huge wooden doors.

"The hospital," Sam informed me. "This is where we'd take you if you ever got wounded." As he spoke, he leaned down so that his eye was in front of a little monitor on the side of the door. I didn't know what he was doing, so I looked at him questioningly.

"An eye scanner," he explained. "If you want to come in, you have to get your eye scanned. If it's recognized, you may enter. It's a high-tech machine that our scientists developed in the past year. This reminds me, we have to get your eye into the system."

As he said that, the scanner beeped approvingly, and the doors opened. I rushed inside, followed by the two boys, but stopped short at the sight in front of me. Everything was in white; the nurses' uniforms, the beds, the walls, the patient's gowns. There were flower next to each bed.

"This is the most beautiful hospital I've ever seen." I whispered. Not that I had seen many hospitals. Back home, if you ever got hurt, you either just waited your death to arrive if it was anything serious, or you went to healers, if you knew any good ones.

Jackson rushed past me, beckoning us to follow him. We ran past beds, patients, nurses, wounds, and eventually stopped in front of a bed, enclosed by curtains. Sam pushed them open, letting Jackson and I in first, then walking in himself, letting them fall behind him.

My heart skipped a beat. Austin was there, in front of me, which should make me happy. Except he looked dead. His hair, which usually sat so perfectly on his head, was now formless blob. His face was smeared with blood and dirt, and he looked sickly green and pale. He had a cut over his eye, on his eyebrow. His arm was already bandaged, but blood kept leaking out, making the bandage red.

"Austin," I whispered, tears running down my face. He didn't look like he had heard me. A second ago, I thought he was asleep, but now I wondered if it wasn't something else. A coma, maybe. I prayed to be wrong.

A nurse walked in as I sat beside his bed. She looked tired, but still pretty. Her caramel colored hair was up in a pony-tail, and she gave me a tired smile. "You must be Ally, our newest Rebel initiate. I'm Sonia, one of the main nurses." She looked nice, and caring, and I trusted her, even though I just met her. "Anyway, the important thing now is to see how Austin is doing. As you can see for yourself, he's had a rough stay in the Centralism. We don't know what they did to him there, but it most likely wasn't good. Torture, and brain-washing, for sure."

She paused for a while to see my reaction. "Nevertheless, he doesn't have too many serious wounds. Just this one on his head...we think he might have a concussion." Sonia gently titled Austin's head to the side, exposing a wound so big that made me whimper. The nurse sighed. "He hasn't woken up yet either, as you can see. The doctors believe that he will, eventually, but for now he remains unconscious. "

I swallowed hard. "What...what about the wound in his hand? It won't stop bleeding."

Sonia frowned, which didn't make me feel any better. "About that. See, we think that Austin might have a blood disease, which makes your wounds heal slower, and therefore – bleed more. It's called Hemophilia. Technically, it shouldn't be that bad, since he probably takes medicine, but hence the number of wounds, the loss of blood is greater."

"Oh." That was all I managed to say. I was choking on my own tears, and clenching his hand. I couldn't believe it. If it was true, that Austin had a sickness, he could die, not only from the head wound, but from the loss of blood.

My whole body felt numb. Jackson and Sam were having a hushed conversation, but I couldn't hear them. I just sat there, staring at Austin's face, not being able to move, or think, or do anything.

Finally, I felt Sam's hands on me, guiding me out of the room and away from Austin. I didn't resist. I wanted to be with him, but when I was, I just wanted to kill myself, so it would be better for me to just leave. It's not like I could cure him by just sitting there and staring at him, anyway.

As I was being led out of the room, Sonia took my hand and pulled me to the side. "I just wanted to give you this," she said, handing me a photograph, crumbled and yellowed. I took it in my trembling hands. "It was in Austin's jacket pocket, and I wanted you to have it."

I smiled weakly at her. "Thank you."

She just smiled sadly and I figured that it wasn't the first time she saw this; someone dying, and the people who cared about him grieving. "Listen, Ally, I'll do whatever I can to keep that boy alive. You have my word for it."

For the first time I actually felt like I could trust someone. I felt this connection, pulling me towards her, telling me to trust her, to believe her, because maybe she could be the one that will make it all better.

Again, I say, "Thank you." And I really mean it. I really do.

Sonia hugs me, and I hug back. She smells like antiseptic and medicine. When we pull away, she just gives me another sad smile, and slips out the door.

And then Sam is by my side again, looking at me with sad eyes. A tear is falling down his cheek and it's then I realize that he hates seeing this; seeing Austin like this, seeing me like this, a crying mess. He stretches his hands, and I go in for a hug.

Sam doesn't smell like medicine or antiseptic. He smells like sweat and caramel and a warm fire place. He smells like comfort and safety, and when I press my face against his shoulder and let the tears flow, his hands wrapping tighter around me, I realize that I am with people who, if anything, care about me.

And maybe, just maybe, everything will be ok.

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Well, this chapter was a bummer. I'm sorry guys. I'm just in a really bad mood. See, I'm reading Allegiant, which is great and all, but the thing is that I'm up to the part when Tobias is being an idiot and he almost kills Uriah and now Uri won't wake up and I just feel like crying all the time.

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