A/N- I do not own Divergent or any of its characters. All rights go to Veronica Roth.

"There is much to explain!" Zoe yells.

"Yeah, you got that right!" Uriah replies. He turns around the address the rest of us. "Do we trust them?"

"We don't have much choice." Will replies. "Well, we came out here to see what was beyond the fence. How are we ever going to live here or discover what life is like if we don't talk to the people? It's a chance all of us agreed to take a short while ago."

He's right, this is what we came out here for. We can't just stay in the van forever. We're going to need food, water, petrol and a place to stay.

"I have a feeling we can trust them anyway." I croak out. "They have a picture of my mom, where else would they get that if they weren't involved with us somehow?"

We all agree that we're going to have to trust them, so we surrender our weapons. Tobias comes over to me and takes me from Will. The pain in my shoulder is becoming unbearable, I can't even move my left arm because of muscle damage. We walk over to Zoe and Amar, who have also dropped their guns. One we get there, Amar nods to Tobias in greeting, but he doesn't respond. We climb into their large van, who knows where they are taking us. My eyes are beginning to close again.

"What did you say her condition was?" I hear Zoe say.

"I think she will become critical if we don't get help soon, she's starting to rapidly deteriorate. She has been stabbed on the top half of her back, towards the left side. Her muscle has been badly torn and bone has been penetrated. I can't tell if the knife has hit any vital organs but if it had then I'm sure she wouldn't have made it this far. She suffered a lot of blood loss, thus making her incredibly weak. She may even need a transfusion if her condition doesn't improve." Cara replies, sounding very Erudite.

"We have a hospital back at the Bureau."

"The Bureau?" Christina questions.

"Yes, the Bureau of Genetic Welfare. Where all the planning and surveillance for the Chicago experiment takes place."

The words 'Chicago Experiment' make me feel sick to my stomach. To know that our whole lives have been an experiment is devastating. Everyone looks at her with confusion.

"I know you don't understand anything now, but wait until we get back to the Bureau. We can explain everything to you then." Amar says.

The rest of the car journey is silent. My wound is starting to itch and sting as well as throb with pain, and I can feel the blanket that I'm wrapped in start to get damp. I'm too weak to say anything, so I look at Tobias, hoping he'll get the message that something is wrong. He stares back at me with furrowed brows.

"Tris, what's wrong?" He asks me.

When I don't respond, he lifts my back up carefully and places a hand over the blankets. When he takes his hand back, his palm is slick with bright red blood.

"She's losing more blood!" He shouts.

"We're arriving at the Bureau now! Hold on Tris!" Zoe says.

All I can think is how does she know my name? Everything becomes a blur whilst I'm being carried out of the van into an extremely large building. It doesn't look like anything I've ever seen before. Tobias is running with Zoe and Amar in front, leading the way. My eyes are open so I can see what's going on, but I feel like I can't process everything. Why are they running? Everything's so bright. We reach an even brighter room and I am placed on a flat bed-type thing. What's it called? Oh yes, I think I'm on a stretcher. I feel very tired. Maybe I should go to sleep. Tobias is gripping my hand too tightly, I look at his face. It looks wet. Is he, crying? No, don't be silly Tris. Why would he be crying. People wearing white coats start to crowd around me. I don't know these people, I can't hear anything. I'm scared. Tobias is rubbing my arm, I feel like he's trying to reassure me. Then, the people with white coats place something plastic over my face, like a mask. It covers my nose and mouth. I lose consciousness.

…

Beep. Beep. Beep.

What is that annoying sound? I open my eyes to bright light again. My head is throbbing. Actually, my whole body is throbbing.

"Tris?" I hear a familiar voice say.

"Tobias?" Oops, I shouldn't have called him that, there may be other people here. "Sorry."

"It's okay. It's just me and you here."

"And where is here?"

"We're at the Bureau. In their infirmary."

"What's happened to me?"

"You suffered from septic shock. Cara tried her best with your wound in the van, trying to keep it clean, but we think the knife might have been rusted or dirty, because the wound was badly infected. Your blood pressure dropped dangerously low, and you lost a lot of blood."

I didn't realise a stab wound could cause so many problems. Tobias explained that it was the ten inch gash wound on my back that caused the most damage. I start looking at all the machines I'm hooked up to, theres tubes coming out of my arms, even my nose.

"These tubes deliver oxygen to your blood and vital organs." He says, whilst pointing at the tubes coming out of my nostrils. "These tubes administer fluids into your veins, it's helping to raise your blood pressure." He says, pointing to the tubes that are injected into my arms.

"You seem to know a lot about my condition." I mumble.

He laughs lightly. "I was so worried about you Tris. I didn't leave them alone with you, I wanted to know exactly what they were doing to you. Do you think I would ever leave you?"

I choose to ignore his question about him leaving me. I know that he is way out of my league, but decide not to get into it today. I stare at him for a while, taking a closer look at him. His dark brown hair has grown out considerably since I met him, looking perfectly tousled, and messy in a good way. His facial hair is starting to grow out, he looks older. Much older than me. Although his blue eyes are tired, and his skin is lacking its usual glow, he still looks sort of…beautiful. I don't think that I will ever tire of looking at him, and I don't think I'll ever lose the feeling of fire when I do. I don't think I'll ever lose the butterflies in my stomach when he touches me. Actually, I don't think I'll ever want to lose him.

"I'm okay now though, right?" I ask him, bringing myself back to reality.

"Yes. You were really lucky," he pauses. "We're actually all okay now. Now that we're here at the Bureau."

"What does that mean? What is this place?"

"I'll explain it to you tomorrow. Right now, you need to get some more rest. Don't worry about anything. I'll stay right here."

"How long have I been out of it?"

"Two days." He replies.

Two days? I think to myself. I've been asleep for two days but right now I feel like I could sleep for another week. I continue to hold Tobias' hand whilst I drift off.

A/N- Hey guys! I hope you're enjoying reading my story. I just wanted to say that I am trying my best with spellings and phrases. I am English, and I know that Divergent is American, and the majority of my readers are American, so I am trying to avoid using English slag and colloquialisms. I noticed in the last chapter I used the word "Learnt" but I believe that Americans spell it as "Learned". I'm not too sure on all American spellings, but I am trying my best. I'm sorry if I write anything (especially in conversations/speech between characters) that confuses you. But I'm pretending to be as American as possible whilst I write haha :)

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