So here's the next chapter. I've been a little slow on the updates because of schoolwork and not having my kindle, but we have only a few more school days left so I'll be updating A LOT over the summer. Anyway, here goes...

Mia

I wake up to a searing pain in my ribs and a black eye. I'm in the infirmary, but there's nobody else around at the moment.
Which I don't mind, because even worse than the pain in my body is the pain in my heart.
Zach fought with Peter- Peter, one of the biggest, toughest Dauntless I know- for Laura. Laura, who was just playing mind games with him the whole time. I don't think she ever really cared about him. But I did. I still do. But he doesn't care about me. Not like that, anyway.
I prop myself up on one elbow and spot Zach a few beds down, his body covered with cuts and bruises. He's breathing evenly, and he isn't hooked up to any machines, so I don't think he's hurt too badly. He's still unconscious, though, and his left arm is wrapped in a cast.
I hurt for him, because what Laura did was so wrong, so unbearable, that even though I messed her up and most likely sent her to the emergency room, Zach is still wounded, still hurting. And that's not right.

I sit up and examine myself in the mirror across the room, wincing as more pain shoots through my ribs. I think I broke something. My reflection stares back at me, pale as a ghost, my hair messy and my right eye surrounded by purple-blue bruises. I look like I fell off a train. I lie back down, thinking that at least I avenged myself, that at least Zach's here, at least Laura is factionless. But the pain of heartbreak is still weighted in my chest.

I hear a creak, and a groan, and I know instantly that Zach has woken up. He's sitting on his bed, examining his wounds. I sit, hugging my knees to my chest, and watch him. Even with all the injuries, he's still the most beautiful boy in the world. He lifts his head, and his pained green eyes meet mine.

"What happened to you?" he says, his voice filled with concern. Maybe he does care for me. But I can't tell him how i instantly knew something was wrong because of him. I can't.

"I heard a scream in the abandoned armory that you showed me. I ran and when I got there you and Peter were beating the crud out of each other and Laura was sitting on the floor, laughing. It was horrible. I went for her and messed her up - actually she's probably in the emergency room- and when Peter knocked you out I went for him too. Luckily Tris and Four interfered before he could hurt me that badly, but I have a black eye and I think I broke a rib or two."

"Oh."

We sit in silence for a moment, each of us contemplating the other. He walks over to where I am and sits down next to me. He puts his head in his hands and says softly, "I can't believe she did that to me. I thought she wanted me, I thought she loved me too..."

"hey," I say sternly. "It's allright. It wasn't your fault. She was just playing games with you. I know it's hard to see her with someone else, but you'll live."

He tilts his head to look at me, tossing his hair out of his face. "You lost someone too, didn't you." It isn't a question. I look away, not wanting to answer.
"Who was it?"

I was feeling inspired today so I snuck on the computer to write. I'll have my kindle back soon so updates will be faster then. Until next chapter...