Chapter 37:
"Alright, Ms. Prior. So, it seems like you have a few injuries, but now that you have regained consciousness, your recovery will be much faster. Now, you are in no way in trouble for what happened, but-"
"Wait. What happened?" Tris blinked hard as the nurse bombarded her with too many words in too little time.
"Well," the nurse hesitated, "that's not important right now."
Tris sighed loudly and threw her hands up in the air.
"Everyone is expecting me to get better, but it's actually really really really hard to recover when I have a giant hole in my memory where the entirety of yesterday and the day before should be! If someone could please tell me what the fuck is going on, I would really appreciate it."
"Ms. Prior, the doctors here believe that it is best that you recover before you understand the events of what happened. We do not think that you acquiring any more knowledge is beneficial to your recovery."
Before she could speak further, a door slammed on the opposite side of the room. The sound sent a wave of shock through Tris. The nurse jumped before turning and softening her face.
There was a curtain blocking Tris's view of the door - and the visitor - but the nurse had a clear view of the doorway. She excused herself, leaving Tris with an 'I'll give you two some privacy' and a horrible mystery of whoever the person behind the curtain was for about three seconds. Then, she caught a glimpse of the person.
A smile crept onto her face.
"Finally, someone who can do me some justice!"
Four didn't respond, Tris hadn't really been expecting him to. But something was wrong. Four didn't smile back. His face didn't twitch. He was visibly torn between emotions. He looked furious, but he was trying to maintain a neutral expression. It wasn't working, his face continuing to contort in anger.
The smile fell from Tris's face. She was confused, she had absolutely no idea what she had done to make Four so upset, but her stomach twisted in worry. The room was so silent, so quiet; the noise killed Tris's ears. Time stopped. She couldn't hear her own heartbeat; she was pretty sure it had stopped pumping, too. Color drained from her face, and she couldn't move. Four's eyes pierced her straight to the bone. She was frightened.
Finally, Four's mouth opened. He quickly shut it and walked around to the side of Tris's bed. It was in that moment when Tris noticed a bundle in Four's hand. Four reached into the middle of the folded sweatshirt. His face was inches from Tris'. She could feel his breath on her skin. Tris's eyes flicked down to Four's hand. Her entire body stiffened. Time froze again, but this time, she could feel her heartbeat accelerating to lightning speeds.
The next moment happened so fast, Tris couldn't even process it until Four had left.
Four's free hand swept upwards and caught under Tris's chin. Their eyes met and locked. Her head was angled uncomfortably upwards. There was a silver flash in the corner of Tris's eye. Before she could react, there was a cold sensation on her neck. She didn't dare breathe.
There was a glint in Four's eyes, undeniable, yet indecipherable. One thing was for sure; it was dangerous.
"What the fuck is this?"
Four. Five words. A knife. Tris. Four had said five words. Four had a knife. The same knife that Tris had clutched so tightly to her chest. That same knife, Tris's knife, was now against her neck. Tris's knife was held against her own neck by a mute boy who had just spoken. Wonderful.