Chapter 3

I'm back with a whopping chapter 3 of my fanfiction. This one includes swearing content so if you do not like this, please stop reading now. If you are still sticking around for this chapter, please prepare to be blown away because we have Eric coming forward for Tris … This is going to be awkward. So this chapter is much shorter than my last one because I didn't really have that much time to write it because of my holiday job but I hope you enjoy it and of course: a comment is always appreciated! So thanks and I fingers crossed you like it!

Disclaimer: / I do not own any of these characters or plot; all of this belongs to Veronica Roth

Peter stood there for ages with an unconscious Tris in his arms. The things he could do with her without her even knowing. The list was endless. He shook it out from his mind; she was dying and Peter needed her to live or he wouldn't live himself. He clamped his hand around her legs and one around her back, lifting her up with ease. Tris needed a medical attention and fast.

As he stumbled down the stairs quickly, he took a look at Tris. Her lips were slightly parted, chapped and white. Peter wished he could place his lips on hers; he wished she would willingly accept. Dry blood was stuck under her nose but more of the red liquid was seeping out and she was losing a lot of blood. He started breathing heavily.

"Don't leave me Tris." He whispered in her ear in a panicky voice. As he finally reached the bottom of the stairs, he held Tris to his body tightly and ran down the hallways, yelling for help. Nobody came at first and all Peter could do was scream at the top of his voice until his throat hurt but he wouldn't give up; even when his voice perished into raspy pieces in the air.

No one compares to you, but there's no you, except in my dreams tonight.

Lana Del Ray

Peter heard noises and clattering footsteps on the ground as he ran and stopped.

"Can anyone hear me? I need help!" he screamed again with all his might. His fingers pondered under Tris' light weight and he quickly took her wrist. Her veins were green and sickly and Peter pressed his thumb onto them gently but then harder and harder, feeling nothing. He let out a helpless noise.

"C'mon, Tris, don't do this. Don't do this. I'll be honest for you; I'll tell you the truth, Tris, just wake up." He spoke quickly, pressing harder and harder at Tris' veins. His eyes began to water with panic and rage. He did this; he did this; he did this.

A small jump came at him through her skin. It came again and again. Tris was alive. Peter cried out with joy and cheered at no one in particular. Then he saw a group of Dauntless coming his way. At the front of the crowd were Eric and Four, muttering amongst themselves quietly; Peter couldn't make out what they were saying.

Eric moved forwards quicker when he saw Tris in Peter's arms and made an angry expression. His hand threw itself at Peter and Eric grabbed him at the neck, lifting him slightly off the ground. Peter didn't let go of Tris; in fact he clutched her even more tightly.

"What did you do to her?" Eric yelled and Peter flinched, not daring to look him in the eye. He loosened his grip and Peter caught his breath, making a gurgling noise as he finally let go of Tris to hold his red neck in pain. Luckily, Eric caught her and heaved her into his arms bridal style just like Peter had. He sauntered away from Peter before he could say anything else to get Tris to the hospital room of dauntless.

Peter gazed at the rest of the crowd. The dauntless, after giving Peter dirty looks, followed behind Eric in silence. Four however stayed behind and walked over to Peter. He looked livid; his eyes white with fury.

"What happened to Tris?" he asked calmly but Peter saw beneath the casual tone oh his voice that he was angry by how he clenched his teeth after the question.

"She just collapsed after she had another nose bleed; I didn't do anything!" Peter said in a tone of annoyance. Four shook his head, smiling cruelly. His cheeks were reddening.

"You caused her nose to bleed in the first place you fucking dick!" Four shrieked at him, raising his fist. He lowered it, clasping it tightly shut and shaking his head as he saw Peter's hand come up as well. Peter, however, didn't stop his own hand fall and punched Four in the face. Four fell to the ground in agony, breathing heavily.

"Ask Tris yourself. She'll tell me it wasn't my fault, she'll tell you." Peter's voice slurred and he limped away from the injured Four before anyone could see. Four could blame him and tell everyone but he had no evidence that he did it; nothing to use against him.

Untouchable Face by Ani DiFranco

Think I'm going for a walk now
I feel a little unsteady
I don't want no one to follow me
Except maybe you
I could make you happy, you know
If you weren't already
I could do a lot of things
And I do

Tell you the truth, I prefer the worst of you
Too bad you had to have a better half
She's not really my type
But I think you two are forever
And I hate to say it but you're perfect together

So fuck you
And your untouchable face
Fuck you
For existing in the first place
And who am I
That I should be vying for your touch?
Who am I?
Bet you can't even tell me that much

Tris could see clearly after a few blinks of her eyes. She was lying down on a bed and was looking up at the ceiling. The ceiling wasn't very interesting in particular; white mostly with a few dents but nothing interesting to see. Tris turned to her side, expecting to feel some kind of searing pain but all she felt was a throb. Her eyes took in the view. White walls with some of the plaster paint wearing off and fading into a more creamy colour or some of the plaster simply half peeling off; someone really needed to repair this place. A small desk was placed next to her bed with an unknown book that was in a foreign language.

Tris reached out and touched the book, hoping to see what it was but was stopped by another hand, grabbing hers and pulling it back to her side. She thwacked whoever had touched her and looked up at the laughing figure. It was Eric; the last person Tris wanted to see; the last person Tris would ever want to see to be honest. She scowled at him and threw the covers of the bed off her. She was still wearing her own clothes, thank god for that. Eric stood up shaking his head.

"You are not going anywhere, you need to rest." He said in a soothing voice. (Eric's idea of a soothing voice means sickly and painful to the ear, let's be clear on that). Tris glowered and got up from the awful bed. Eric was about to protest but Tris interrupted him.

"Someone should repair this place; it looks awful, no offence. If no one else will do it, I will but I'd better be paid." Eric looked at her shocked and wordless and Tris kneeled down to the floor, searching for her converses. Her hands scurried about the dirty floor and she finally got up, looking at an amused Eric who was now leaning on the very badly damaged wall.

"Question, where are my shoes?" she groaned and he laughed like baddies do in cheesy shows. She glanced at him. Both his hands were to his back.

"Oh, come ooonnn! You've got to be kidding me." She said in a provoked voice.

"You can't go out. Like I said, you need to rest." He said firmly but humour sank deep in his voice. Tris glared at him in the scariest way she could and shrugged.

"Fine, I'll go bare-footed, byeeee." She emphasised the bye, waving her arm wildly in the air and legged it out of the room, Eric chasing after her soon after. Tris sprinted along the corridor, every now and then looking cautiously at the floor to see if she was going to step on something nasty. Eric, who was actually wearing shoes, was nearing her and Tris picked up her pace even more, not even breathing heavily yet. She had always thought herself an amazing sprinter.

"Come back here, Tris!" Eric yelled angrily and Tris slowed down her pace as they both neared the dining room. Tris gradually turned around to face Eric, looking frightened.

"Er- so what were you saying before?" she said in a low and nervous voice. Eric sighed and ran a hand through his hair dramatically. He shook his head and grinned.

"You shouldn't have left the hospital room." His voice sounded pure evil with a tone of regret. Tris looked at him, confused.

"Since when do you care about my health anyway? I'm just a weak girl from abnegation. Most people would be glad if I died." She said hastily. For once, Eric didn't know how to answer her back in a clever way; he gritted his teeth and flashed his eyes at her.

"Don't you ever say that; no one would be glad if you died." He said in the end angrily. Tris looked back at the door.

"You still haven't answered my question yet." She muttered and with that entered the dining room.