Tris' POV

I find a first aid box and quickly open it and start to search through it. I'm conscious that Dale hasn't spoken in a while and I need to know that he's okay without looking like I'm concerned and if anything, give him something to hold on for.

"So what's the deal with you and a Alaska?" I quickly move my head to see a small smirk on his face.

"What do you mean?" Trying to sound oblivious to the fact they have something going on between them.

I find some thread underneath the bandages and take both items out of the plastic box. I find some tweezers as well and put it in my pocket. I take some anti-septic wipes too.

"I mean it's fine if you just want to be friends..." I say trying not to scare him off.

"We're friends."

I find try to find a loose thread on my clothes but I'm worried that because blood is covered on it, it might get infected and my jumper is already on his leg.

I grab a scalpel from it's tin and walk over to Dale.

"And is that all you want to be?"

He looks at the scalpel in my hand and raises his eyebrows but quickly lowers it when I nick a thread on his camouflaged jumper and pull a huge amount.

"I don't know."

I pull the thread through the needle and knot it.

"Okay, now are you sure you can't feel this?"

I squeeze his higher thigh, above his wound an look up at his face.

"No I can't."

"Well at least it will make this part easier."

I remove his hand from the jumper covering his bullet wound quickly and quickly wipe around the area while squeezing his wound together.

"You might not feel it but you might still go into shock so just keep your mind occupied."

I drop the wipes aside and pick up the tweezers with my other hand.

"What..." His face is white.

"It's okay i'm just going to get the bullet out, I can't stitch it up with it still in there, can I?"

"We talked about it once."

I hear a chick of metal and firmly grab the bullet and the tweezers sides and pull it out.

"Talked about what?" I say quickly while I grab the the needle.

I finish sewing up while he says, "Dating, but she said she didn't want to do it to open herself to love to have it taken away so soon."

"What about now? When you save her?" I ask while I wrap the bandage around him.

"Who knows if it will even work?" Voicing his insecurities out loud.

"I'm divergent and it worked on me."

"But you're pulse is faint."

I look at him sharply, "We don't know if that means anything, maybe it's not supposed to work if the person is dead! We don't know anything about this, so can you stop bringing it up?"

I can feel tears in my eyes by the time I stop talking. I don't know whether I'll survive very long and that scares me more than anything.

"I'm sorry."

I sigh, it's not his fault.

"Now, lets see if you can get up."

He manages to get up, putting most of his weigh onto the lab table next to him.

I turn around and face the gas room, I realise I haven't heard anything from her in a while or seen her leave through either door so she must be dead. Oh god, I killed her. I start to feel sick but I stop thinking about it. I'm properly going to kill some more people on the way to Alaska and Tobias, if I keep thinking about each one of them, I wont be able to do anything.

"I might need some help." He whispers desperately.

I turn back to Dale and his face is red and his knuckles are white. He exhausted from just stying to keep himself upright.

"Of course." I pull his arm over my shoulder.