Tris POV:

"So. Dauntless Nation's citizen, what shall we do now?" Four asks, a while after we pull back from hugging.

I shrug. "Do we have any homework?"

"Just a bit. We have to read to page 120 in English."

I nod. All of a sudden there's a knock on the door. I'm still hurting, and Four notices, so he goes up to get it.

"Oh. It's you. Listen, tell Beatrice that mom wants her-" starts Caleb.

"It's Tris!" I stand up and yell back at him.

Caleb rolls his eyes and continues, "Is she in here even?"

Four nods and Caleb steps in, "Mom wants you downstairs in a few minutes to set the table. She finished the pot roast and now wants us to also put a salad together."

"So I guess I'll see you in an hour? My dad's invited," Four says, as if we didn't know.

"Duh, he's the mayor," Caleb mutters.

"Caleb!" I yell.

"Yes Beatrice?"

"Don't talk to my boyfriend like that!"

Then Four kisses my cheek and walks out, not wanting to say here if we're gonna fight.

"Bye Four!" I call after him. He turns and flashes me a smile before walking down the stairs.

"Now, Beatrice, are you going to tell me where you were?"

I sit back down and fold my legs up to my chest, forming a ball. Then I sigh, "It's no big deal. I got in a fight with someone and Four took me in and then there was that party and afterwards, Eric, Peter, Drew, and um, Al beat us up."

Caleb looks at me for a second before crossing over to me. "Beatrice," he whispers, then goes up to touch my cheek, where my bruise is turning purple. I push his hand away and wipe a falling cheek from my other cheek.

"I'm okay, you know," I tell him.

Caleb rolls his eyes, "Has mom seen this yet?"

"No. Four and I snuck in. Besides, you normally don't give a rip about me. Why this year?"

"Strange things can happen in high school. I'm just trying to look out for you."

"I can do it myself!"

"Apparently not as well as you would think. Look, mom needs to see. Either go downstairs or I will bring mom up here."

"You wouldn't!"

"Yes I would. Now get some rest," Caleb says before closing the door.

So I reluctantly close my eyes, to find myself asleep once my head hits the pillow.

"Beatrice? Can I come in?"

My mother's soft voice wakes me up.

"Yes!" I yell back. My mother pushes the door open to see me and walks up to my bed.

"Sweetheart," she breathes.

"I'm okay," my voice says, suddenly dry.

Mom looks at me like I'm an alien. She can tell I'm lying. She tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

"Caleb, go get an ice pack," she orders softly.

A minute later Caleb returns. He gives me a guilty smile and I look away.

"Beatrice, Caleb is going to take you to Doctor Williams' office."

"Mom, I'm really okay," I try.

But she shakes her head, "No, you're not Beatrice. Can you walk? Or do you need crutches?"

"I can walk mom."

But as soon as she sees me limping across the room, she shakes her head again, "Caleb, would you be a dear and get the crutches out of the garage?"

Caleb nods and leaves the room.

"Mom. I told you. I can walk perfectly. What else could be wrong with me?"

"Beatrice, all I want to do is make sure that you're safe. Okay?"

I nod my head guiltily.

Caleb comes back a minute later, with the crutches set to the right height. I try them out and do walk better with them. We walk downstairs together and Caleb opens the door and gets my jacket. He opens the car door and closes it for me once I am inside.

I fold my arms across my chest and stare out the window. Caleb sees me and touches my shoulder.

"Beatrice? Are you alright?"

I take a deep breath, but do not look at him, "Why is it so easy for you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. Why are you the good selfless child, without ever trying?"

He shrugs, and then turns the car on. "I just what I think dad would do."

"That's it? That's way too crazy. Like, say he makes a bad decision. Then what would you do?"

"Dad wouldn't do that. He's on the city council board."

I nod, feeling bad about what I said about dad. So I stare out the window. By now, we are close to the hospital, so Caleb pulls into the parking lot. He helps me get out and we walk (he walks, I hobble) into the main office.

"Hello. Beatrice Prior is in need of a check-up. Does Doctor Williams have anytime available today?" Caleb says to the receptionist.

The receptionist pushes his glasses up, "Unfortunately, no. Wait, let me check. Wow. Actually yes. In about 15 minutes he has a 45 minute slot available."

"Oh. Good. Well we'll sit down then, I guess," Caleb says, directing me to the lobby's plush chairs.

A few minutes later, we hear voices:

"Okay. How many of these should I take a day, Doctor Williams?"

"Two every eight hours. I suggest swallowing them with food."

"Thank you doctor."

"You're welcome, Rolanda."

Rolando steps out, and Cara ushers for Caleb and me to follow her into Doctor Williams' office.

"Wait, you work here Cara?"

She flips her hair, "Yeah, I had to do some community service and have always been interested in becoming a doctor. Do I know you? Oh, right, you're Will's friend Tris."

I nod, "And this is my brother Caleb."

"Hey, I know you."

Caleb is confused, "From where?"

"The Erudite club silly. I'm the club president. Good job by the way; you made it in and it's not very easy to."

A smile spreads across Caleb's face, as we make our way into Doctor Willaims' office.

"Well, Doctor Williams should be seeing you within a few minutes," Cara says before pushing her glasses up and leaving.

Caleb stares at her while she leaves. I push his arm playfully.

"Yes Beatrice?"

"You like her."

"What? No. She is pretty, but I like someone else."

"Who?"

"Guess."

"I dunno, Susan?"

Caleb's jaw drops, "How'd you guess?"

"She likes you. Ask her out."

Then the door pushes open. "Hello, I hope I am not interrupting anything."

Caleb and I shake our heads, "No, Doctor Williams."

"Ah, good. Well hello Beatrice and Caleb. Haven't seen you here for a while. And that's a good sign," Doctor Williams laughs, "Well, Beatrice, let's have a look at you, shall we?"

I nod, and gulp and Caleb and Doctor Williams leave so I can change into a hospital gown.