Inez is bent over her brother, forehead resting on his hand lying limp at his side. Cara's expression, as she looks at me over Inez's head, is grim. She gestures for me to step out into the hall, leaving Laila to murmur comforting words.

"What is it?" I ask her.

"He has some frostbite issues, but I don't think he'll lose any fingers or toes. The bigger problem is the swelling in his brain," Cara whispers back. "If it doesn't go down of its own accord, we'll need to relieve the pressure or he'll die."

"How do we do that?"

Cara winces. "We have to drill a hole in his skull and let some of the fluid drain out."

"And this is something you know how to do?"

"Well, yes, but I've never done it on a real patient before." I look at her, uncomprehendingly. "Cadavers," she explains. "We practiced sawing open and drilling into skulls of dead bodies."

"That's...that's... Okay. Right. So, you've never done this on a living person?"

She shakes her head.

"Well, let's hope he recovers on his own, then." I give her a half smile and turn back into the room.

Jose is lying in a cot, looking as small as a child. A terrible, deep purple bruise has bloomed across the right side of his face, back into his hairline. I don't see any other obvious injuries.

"Just the head injury, Inez?"

She nods, and I reach out to touch her awkwardly on the shoulder. She puts her hand over mine and clutches it fiercely. When did this happen, I wonder, that so many people need me? I know I'm crap at it, but it seems to work for them. I guess that means I have to stand here until she's ready to let me go.

Inez suddenly chuckles and darts a look at me. "It's okay, Toby. I can tell you're dying to move." She takes her hand off mine and reaches back to punch me on the shoulder instead.

"I just need to take a look at Jeb," I say defensively.

"Right," she snorts.

Jeb doesn't look great, but at least he looks better. He has some color back in his face, and he seems to be asleep, rather than unconscious.

"He going to be okay?" I ask Cara.

She nods. "It's a miracle they didn't hit anything - they just missed an artery in his neck and as far as I can tell, every major organ in his abdomen. I'm pretty sure they nicked something, though, so there's a danger of infection. We have a small stock of antibiotics, but we'll need that for Jose, too. I'm worried about whether we have enough."

"Start keeping a list of what we need," I say. "We're going to have to make a supply run soon, anyway, so we can pick up more medicine. How long before he's able to move again?"

She shakes her head. "I don't know, but it could be a couple of weeks. We'll have to see how he does."

I shake my head. "Listen, we don't have a couple of weeks. Someone is hunting us, trying to stop us from going on this mission. The sooner we get out of here, the better. In fact, let's get everyone together. We all have a lot to talk about, and some decisions to make."

I look over at Inez and Laila, hesitating. It wouldn't be fair to take Inez away from her brother right now, but I really need her to be there for this meeting.

Laila flicks a look at me and then puts a hand on Inez's back. "You go," she says quietly. "I'll stay with him."

Inez clutches her arm, mumuring something, and then turns and nods at me.

"Cara, why don't you go get Fernando and we'll meet you in the front room. We'll get everyone from the training room."

Inez and I walk down the hall together. It occurs to me that if we hadn't recruited him, Jose would be safe, back at the Merciless Mart, doing whatever it is Candor do.

I clear my throat, "About Jose..."

Inez holds up her hand. "Spare me the Abnegation thing."

"What? What does that mean? I'm not even Abnegation, anymore."

"Yeah, well I'm pretty sure you were about to try to apologize. And while I don't know who the enemy is anymore, it sure ain't you, Four."

I'm relieved that she sees it that way, and that she appears to have stopped calling me Toby.

"Anyway, he would probably already be dead if you hadn't saved the Candor Divergent."

She stops and waits until I turn toward her and make eye contact. "I trust you," she says slowly. "I didn't at first, and I still think you're just a horny 18 year old boy..."

"19," I interrupt, instantly regretting it.

"What?"

"I'm 19," I say.

"Since when?"

"A couple of weeks ago," I say, shrugging. "It's not like we were going to have a party or anything. Anyway, Abnegation don't really go in for that kind of thing."

"You're not Abnegation anymore," she points out, throwing my words back at me.

"Close enough," I respond, with a half smile.

"The point is," she plows on, "even though you're just a typical horny 18 year old or 19 year old boy, I trust you. I'll follow you."

"Yeah, you really trust me?" I shoot back at her.

"I do," she says firmly.

"Then why didn't you tell me you knew Laila when you saw her name on the list, and even that you knew she was Divergent?"

"Well, now," she drawls, "you never actually showed me the list. Guess that trust thing doesn't go both ways, does it, Toby?"

I groan. "I promise I will never, ever withhold anything from you ever again, if you just stop calling me Toby."

"Nah," she says, "sometimes, you gotta have your little secrets. And sometimes, I gotta call you Toby."

"Because you know it annoys me."

"Exactly," she says, smiling, but the mirth doesn't reach her eyes.

"Anything to keep you happy, Inez," I say softly, laying a hand around her shoulders as we walk into the training room. I pretend not to notice that she's furiously wiping tears from her eyes.