I didn't mean for the last part of the chapter to be in italics – it wasn't a simulation or anything. If you're confused and want to jog your memory because honestly, it' been a while, re-read the last chapter.
Tris' POV
"It won't," I say with the courage I manage to muster.
I try not to panic about the fact that my pulse is slow. I did just come back from the dead, maybe it takes a while, I mean my heart did just stop. I feel better. My head doesn't hurt anymore and my vision blurred anymore but I still find it hard to concentrate.
"I need to get… I need to.." I trail off as I start to think of Tobias. My thoughts are uninterrupted now and it's like I have full control of what I thin. I love it. Even when all I think is him alone in his room. It's real.
Dale's eyes go even heavier. I stand up and almost forget why I did that in the first place.
"Does it hurt?" I ask him gently.
What if I don't get to Tobias in time? Is any dauntless still left here, the siren went off such so long ago? Maybe longer than I think, I have no idea how long I was dead for.
"I can't feel it anymore. Is that bad?"
I gulp, he'll have to have it amputated. "Not really, it's your body's way off protecting itself."
"Yeah, I guess. Do you…"
He interrupts my slowly forming thoughts, "stop speaking." I take a quick look at him. "I need to think."
"Thread and a needle. I need to get… that."
"Tris, are you sure you're alright?" Dale asks.
"I need you to repeat everything I say. I'm not used to thinking on my own, the gas controlled it all before. It takes over, infests."
Dale looks like he understands completely what I'm talking about, he has to deal with… Alaska and her gassing.
"I need a needle." I say loudly.
"I need a needle." Dale says weakly.
I scan the lab tables, lined all in rows, nothing.
"Where's the hospital?"
"10 minutes away." He says hopelessly.
"What's ten minutes away?" I ask confused.
"The hospital." He grumbles.
It's too far away. I need to find a needle. He's dying. I finally realise the seriousness of the situation.
"You're not going to die." I say opening the first set of cupboards.
"I'm not going to die." He says looking up at me with a slight smile on his face.
"You're going to be reunited with Alaska." I say hopefully.
"I'm going to be reunited with Alaska." He says sounding as if he is saying a fact, as if he's reciting a fact about how the grass is green.
"That the spirit," I mutter, unsure of whether I was speaking to myself or him.
Hopefully I'll write some more soon, I want too but I accidentally broke my dad's laptop so I probably won't be allowed be use it ever again.