AN: Yeah, i'll write some more soon. Thank you guys for reviewing. Here's the last part from the last chapter to get you up to speed and then, afterwards, my new one.
There's a card, "Only to be used in extreme circumstances."
I toss it aside and look at what's underneath it. There's a needle. I take it out expecting there to be something underneath, but there isn't. I tip the canister upside down, desperately. Nothing falls out of it and my heart sinks. We're going to die in here. I put the canister on the floor and examine the clear needle in my hands, thinking how to use an empty needle to save Tris
Dale's POV
Nothing but air, air and false hope. I pick the canister back up and notice it's weight. It's heavy and it feels like something inside of it is weighing it down. I turn it over again and start to examine the outside of the container.
Tris' POV
Why am I not dead yet?
The feeling of my brain shutting down is intense but numb at the same time. As if my nerves were slowly exploding and expanding. The fight to keep myself out of a simulation is worse than ever and I think that by resisting it, I am making more blood drip through my nose and mouth. My vison is blurry and it- it takes me a while to think. My vision is blurry and it requires a lot of energy to keep them open but so far I've been able to do it. I can feel myself getting sucked into a simulation.
"You've finally come home." My mother says.
I slam my head on the floor and then listen out. Dale's been quiet recently, I think I can feel his presence at the side of me, my eyes flicker towards him again. He looks back at me, with a pained expression and shaky hands I open my mouth to ask him why I haven't been saved yet when I see a needle, it's empty. Though it brings more question then answer, I understand his pain filled expression. We're going to die here. The cure isn't real. We risked our lives for nothing. Now we're paying for it. My hope leaps out of my body faster than my blood does.
Something inside of me snaps and I feel my eyes shutting. I try. Try to stop them. I try to fight back but I'm not strong enough. I grunt and warm hands in my stiff, fragile arms. They shake and rattle my bones. I feel more blood slither out from my nose.
I can hear him yell, "Tris! Please. You can't leave me here. We were supposed to—supposed to save the others."
I don't want to leave him.
"Tris, please!"
I don't want to leave Tobias on his own. I don't want to put him through that pain. I promised I wouldn't die. I promised I wouldn't let him grieve.
My eyes start to close. I don't want to die. I use all my strength, that I didn't know I had left, to fight of death.
Dale POV
"Tris!"
I lunge towards Tris to hold of her pale skinned, blood painted head as she is about to smash her head against it.
"I can't." Tris says, voice barley a whisper.
"I know." My voice stretches as tears fall down my cheeks. I didn't know a lot about Tris but losing her right now feels like the worst torture man ever made.
Her body goes limp and heavy. I check her pulse, it's slow but it's still there. I look over at the cure, still useful.
Her eyes are fully closed now.
I know that her time has almost ran out too.
I tuck a stray hair behind her ear.
"Tobias!" Tris screams, Her voice raw.
Her eyes are still shut and eyebrows narrow and her mind racing.
She must still be in a simulation.
Her sudden outburst caused me to jump out from under her and knock the object behind me. A quiet, high pitched metal on metal sound rings in my ears. And a small click.