AN: I hope you enjoy this chapter. I think it's pretty good, even if I do say so myself.
Dale's POV
But I've got the cure. I look at my hand and see the test tube, I grab the needle a few inches away from Tris' bony hip.
I can fix this.
I unscrew the test tubes lid, hoping for some form of liquid medicine to help Tris to be inside of it. Something, just anything I could put inside my empty needle. Thankfully, when I look inside, it's full to the brim with light blue liquid. Is this the cure? It must be. I look over at Tris quickly, it's strange not seeing see her eyes watchful closed. Normally she focuses on every detail of whatever she was interested in and if she looked at you, you knew she wasn't judging. She just watched, examined, in case you need help or protection or… well, anything. Now her eyes are glassy and cold and they stare emotionless and lifeless at a random spot on the white ceiling.
A wave of nausea hits me but I manage to keep it down with a hard gulp and a tense of the body and my vision starts to blur with black spots around the edges. I place the metal tube of the syringe into the peculiar blue liquid, carefully I pull the plunger back. As the line slowly rises, I wonder how much to use. Alaska needs the cure and Tobias might too and… all the other wounded Dauntless/Erudite's. There won't be enough, not for everyone. Unless, they're able to duplicate this serum but that means they'll have to use some of the serum to be able to do it, so I can't use all of it.
Just a little bit, I fill it up the small syringe so it is a little less than a quarter full before the few dark spots in my vision increase anymore. Now all I need to do is find a vein, I sweep her hair behind her ear and find a small vein travelling from the edge of her jaw to her prominent collarbone. I steady my hand, as well as I can, and insert the needle into her soft skin on her neck. I press the plunger down and release the liquid into her bloodstream. Expectantly, I look down at her face expecting to see her fluttering her eyes open or her to take a gulp off air. I keep on, staring intently, but nothing happens. She's still dead. I take a deep breath. She might just need some more of the cure, maybe I didn't give her enough. Though, she did inhale a lot of gas, even before she came here.
I put the needle back into the same secret compartment in the flask and refill it with the blue liquid. I turn back to Tris and her eyes twitch open, she takes a quick gasp and snaps her head to me. I can't do anything but stare at her back. She's alive. Her expression is frantic and her eyes struggle to focus on one thing but then it does.
"Your leg." She says seriously, her voice surprisingly alive.
Her hand fall on my wounded leg and follows the trail of blood travelling from my bullet hole to the puddle of red on the floor. I can see her wince slightly but then she changes her face so it's blank.
"It's not that bad."
Her statement almost make me laugh. I'm dying.
"Tris, you should g-"
She interrupts, "has the bullet come out?"
"I didn't check."
She looks at me questionably and quickly lowers the makeshift bandage. She takes a quick look and tighten it, making me grunt.
"There's no exit hole. So, I just need to find something to match it up."
"Tris. No." I lean away from her and her hand moves away.
She looks up at me angrily as her hand goes back towards my bandage. I grab her wrist.
"I've lost too much blood. I need you to save Alaska, we've found out that the cure works and she needs it more than anything."
"Don't you think I know that?" She explodes, "But I also know that you just saved my life and I know for a fact she needs you more than anything. Even the cure."
"But she's dying Tris." I beg.
"So are you."
I realise my hand is still on her wrist but before I let go I hear her pulse. It's slow.
"Tris…" I say slowly.
"What's wrong?" She says gently and quickly.
"You're pulse. Why is it still faint?"
She checks her pulse on her neck, long enough to see my point.
"It doesn't matter." She says emotionless.
"No, I'm not letting you stay, not now."
"Where you going to use more of that on me?" She says, changing the subject, whilst looking at the needle in my other hand.
"Yeah. I, um, didn't think it was working."
She shakes her head, "Don't use any more of that on me. There's probably a lot of people that need that right now, including Alaska." She looks up at me, "Promise me you wont."
"What your pulse just decides to stop?" I say loudly, unable to control the volume of my voice.
"That won't happen." She says seriously.
"But what if it does?" I say, my voice stretched.
"It wont."