A/N: So, I originally planned on writing this full scene, but it didn't end up happening but yo? I updated?! Guys, I hope you like this, as its still gonna be a while till my next update. Anyways, without further ado...

Tris

I wake up, slightly, to the sound of beeping. My vision is blurred and I really can't see for a second. Almost everything is white around me. Sterile. I internally groan. I conclude that I am in the hospital. My head is pounding, and I press an IV ridden hand to my forehead. I can't believe I almost died, and over a boy. I almost died over a silly boy. He may have been my best friend at one point, and my "boyfriend" at another, but I was not prepared to die for him. A small cough surprises me. Of course Four is here. Why wouldn't he want to make my day worse? Wait- what day is it? "What day is it?" I groan (again), rubbing my eyes. "Sunday." His voice is small, like he didn't want me to interrupt him or yell at him. My sleepy daze is broken after hearing his response. "I've been sleeping for a day?" He nods. There is silence.

"I'm still mad at you."

He sighs in desperation. "Please, let me explain, since you really have nowhere to run off to," He says, motioning to the various machines that I'm hooked up to. I don't answer him. "Lauren, she was my ex, and she still wants to get back together with me. I refuse to allow that. She gets really jealous now and then, but honestly she can be very supportive and I'm sure that eventually she'll support me, support us." I raise an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't you get back together with her? She is literally the it girl of this godforsaken school, every guy wants her." He smiles coyly. "I've found myself utterly infatuated with you, Beatrice Prior." I shake my head. "Why did you bully me for four years?" He looks at his feet. "I didn't want to admit it to myself..." I exhale, annoyed. "Admit what?" And then he looks up at me. He looks up with this sad, pathetic, pleading look in his eyes, and I believe everything he's told me.

"I didn't want to admit that I was in love with my best friend."

A little breath shudders in my throat, and I stare at him with my jaw slightly agape.

"After all this time?"

"Always."

At that moment, he takes my hand. "Tris, why're you so nervous?"He laughs. I blush. "I'm not." "Your heart monitor says otherwise." He says, motioning to the spikes on my monitor. I turn my face away, flushing red. "You still make me feel this way," I didn't want to say that, despite its truth. He pauses anxiously. "You and I both know that, but God, I'm not ready for a relationship, Tobias."

Tobias

She's not mad at me. "Tris, I promise you- I'll respect any decision you make and- and..." Why I am so desperately grasping for words, is beyond me, but I try to continue. "I'm willing to wait for it. For you." She smiles, a shy smile, but I can tell she knows I mean it. I breathe out, relieved. I gently touch her hand, the one that has an IV in it. She says nothing, but she also doesn't pull away. There is a quiet reassurance, and she looks out the window, my hand on hers. I definitely could've imagined it, but I'll go to my grave swearing that she whispered a soft "thank you" as she entangled her hand with mine.

A/N: Ah, short little chapter, but it's an update. Stay tuned for another, probably months from now as I'm definitely sort of out of content. But hey, I hope you guys like this! (ps. those ;) references;) in;) there;))