Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent. Credits go to Veronica Roth, excluding my OCs.

I wake up feeling like I was just stuck in a freezer.

I'm shivering and my teeth are chattering. I'm sure my skin is blue. I feel like I can't breathe, or move.

Then I realize I'm lying on something soft. About five heavy blankets are piled on top of me, but it does nothing about the fact that there are stacks of freezing-cold ice all around my body.

I crack my eyes open gently, groaning at the effort it takes to do just that much.

"Oh, good, you're up," a woman says immediately, coming into my line of sight. "How are you feeling?"

"Cold," I mutter.

She chuckles. "Yes, that ice saved your life. It froze up your cuts and bruises so the blood would stop flowing. Bandages didn't do a thing against it. You're lucky you're here right now."

"Who are you?" I ask weakly, against my will. I didn't want to be so blunt, but no going back now.

As if reading my thoughts, she chuckles a little. "I'm sorry, I forgot you don't know me. Pretty much everyone in the compound does. I'm Marlene, Head Nurse at the infirmary."

I nod and groan at the effort it takes me.

"Drink this," she instructs me, handing me a bottle of something very hot. I hug it for a second, letting the heat seep through me, and then I drink a tiny sip of it. It burns my tongue, but nothing could have been a better feeling.

It actually tastes delicious.

"What is this?" I ask curiously.

"This, initiate, is called apple cider. It has high sugar in it and you need more sugar to get your blood flowing better. Plus, it tastes amazing, so that's a bonus. Drink up. Are you up to seeing your friends?"

"Yeah," I answer, and she smiles. "Alright then. They're waiting outside to see you."

She bustles away and I take a long, deep drink of the scalding apple cider.

"Becca!" Rey shouts, running over to my bed. I wince at the loud volume. She hugs me tightly, and I want to scream in pain, but I can't do that to my friend.

"Excuse me! Initiate, you are not permitted to touch your friend," Marlene's voice comes sternly from a bit away. "She's still sick."

Savannah and then Theo run over to me. I dimly wonder where he's been the whole time, but realize now is not the time to question it.

"What happened after I passed out?" I ask groggily.

"Well, Four started cursing," Savannah tells me, "and then called some Dauntless members to carry you into the infirmary. Marlene started yelling at Four, which I found quite entertaining – apparently they know each other and she's not intimidated the least by him. We found Theo" –

"Not yet," Theo says, raising an index finger to stop her. "I want to tell her."

She smiles slowly. "Alright. Anyway, we found Theo and brought him here. Allen and his friends actually seemed quite intent on wanting to see you, but the Dauntless-born had a group activity or something and so they had to go."

"How long was I out?"

"About the whole night," Rey chimes in. "It's six in the morning."

My eyes widen. "Were you three out there the whole night?" I ask incredulously.

Savannah nods. "Of course. We were waiting for you to wake up."

I gape. "You shouldn't have done that! It's the first day of training today, you need your rest!"

"You do too," Theo points out, which I don't find totally relevant to the topic of conversation, but I turn weakly to focus on him. "Four said that you have to train today or become factionless."

I briefly remember my promise about helping them and feel dread in my stomach. "I can't train today."

"That's what I said," Marlene comments, joining our conversation. "But does Four listen? Nooo. So I went and talked to Tris and she said she'd try to convince him to change his mind. I'm still waiting for a response."

I smile at Marlene. "Thank you," I tell her genuinely. "That really means a lot to me."

"It's not personal, initiate. You suffered severe injuries and you can't undergo rigorous, physical training the day after."

I nod at her and turn back to my friends. "Thank you, guys," I tell them. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

Suddenly, something hits me. "Savannah, I still need to see your tattoo," I remind her.

She hides a smile. "After you get released."

I shake my head vigorously and then cry out because of the unexpected pain. Recovering quickly, I snap playfully, "Nuh uh. You're not getting away with it that easily, Savannah."

Theo turns to look at her. "You got a tattoo, Savannah?"

Savannah smiles slightly. "Yeah."

"Can I see it?"

She blushes. "Maybe, uh, later, Theo, OK?"

"Sure," he tells her.

Suddenly the infirmary door is flung open and a furious Tris marches inside. She's practically trembling with rage.

Directly after her, Four jogs in, looking apologetic and trying to say something as Tris storms up to Marlene.

"Where's the initiate?" she practically yells, and Marlene grabs her by the shoulders.

"Whoa, Tris. Calm down."

"Do not tell me to calm down!" she shrieks. "Where is the initiate?"

Marlene swallows nervously. "She is still severely injured and can't handle this kind of noise. You will have to lower your voice before I can allow you to see her."

Marlene's right. Tris's yelling voice sounds like a thousand drums are having a little party in my head. It's so bad my friends' faces float around in front of my eyes.

Tris gradually calms down, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Tris jogs over to my bed.

"I'm sorry about that, Becca," she tells me, quieter and gentler now. "My husband is being quite ridiculous at the moment. You're free to rest here for the day, but you should be in training tomorrow, is that OK?"

I'm slightly surprised she calls me by my real name – I'm not actually sure how she knows it – and then I'm relieved I don't have to train.

Four stalks up to Tris with narrowed eyes. "I never said that, Tris." His voice is low and threatening.

Tris rounds on him. "Don't start now," she warns him. "We'll discuss this and your unusual cruelty to the initiates later. For now, I need to talk to Becca. If everyone would please excuse me …"

Theo, Savannah, and Rey wave gently to me before they leave, albeit reluctantly.

"Toby," Tris tells him quietly, probably thinking I can't – but I can. "I promise, I'll be back soon. Please."

He rolls his eyes. "Tris, I'm really not very happy with you right now."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. But this is important."

"Not you sending me out. You giving the initiate permission to stay in the infirmary today."

"Have you seen her? They had to freeze her body to stop the blood!" Tris protests. "The bandages were torn as soon as they were put on from the amount of liquid gushing out from her body! You can't expect her to do training today."

He swallows and considers it, then finally nods. "I guess I see your point now. I'll see you at our apartment soon."

Tris nods to him and waits until he leaves. As soon as the doors shut, she turns to me.

"You met my mother," she tells me quietly.

I'm confused for a second, then all of a sudden it hits me. "Your mom is, uh …" I search for a second to find the right name, then get it. "Natalie. Your mom's Natalie from Abnegation."

She nods.

"You're … you're Beatrice," I tell her slowly, piecing it all together. "Your brother's Caleb, Jeanine Matthews' personal assistant."

"That's right." Tris sighs. "I need you to tell me everything you know about your little sister."