I look down at my hands, they're are blue.
"Tris?"
"I cheated death, Tobias, and I don't think the universe is happy about it." I say slowly before hitting the ground.
Tris' POV
Tobias doesn't move and I start to believe that that he's in a simulation. Maybe that'd be better. I don't want him to see me die. Then suddenly he springs to life and he arms are underneath me, lifting me off the ground.
"Tobias, put me down!" I shout.
If I'm going to die, I want to do it peacefully not being dragged up a spirally staircase.
"I'm going to get you some help." He says almost calmly as we mount the first steps.
My insides feel like they're on fire and not in an adrenaline sort of way, in a poisoned, constricted way. I don't want to tell him but I have too, he needs to understand why this all is happening but as I open my mouth, a scream comes out.
Tobias's muscles tense and he trips on a step but stabilizes himself. He doesn't start climbing the steps again, though, and his eyes are filled with fear. He always pretends that he's fine, he tries to mask his emotions but he can't, not when I'm clutching onto his bare arms with a face full of pain.
"What did you mean when you said you cheated death?" Eyebrows furrowing together.
Tobias' POV
"I er…" She mumbles.
She stares at a freckle on my arm a few centimetres away from her hand and then looks straight at me.
"I fought my way to get the cure and after I got the cure and after… Chloe I'd consumed too much gas and well, I shut down and I…"
I swallow down hard but it still doesn't get rid of the lump in my throat.
I finish her sentence. "You died."
She nods and her watery eyes watch me curiously, I didn't think she thought I'd work it out so quickly.
"Dale saved my life." She looks at me longingly.
I start running up the stairs.
I'm not sure how I feel about Dale, he shot a kid, Chloe's kid and any man that is able to do that can't be a dad. Since when were Alaska and Dale that close anyway? I've missed so much.
I'm not sure how I feel about Tris either. I love her and I won't let her die. And if she-she does then I might have to follow but still, her blood soaked clothes make me feel ill. She wheezes for breath and whacks her limbs against mine.
"P-pu-put me… Down!" She says furiously.
Not until we get upstairs, not until I save you. About a quarter of the way up, she stops moving. I'd think she was dead if it wasn't for the painful groans and the occasional screeches that make me quiver with… I don't even know what I'm feeling. My heart seems to get ripping out my chest and my head hurts and there's a pit in the bottom of my stomach.
We reach the top of the stairs and through the whole in the floor which leads me to... a hospital. Tris hisses at me to stay quiet, so I place her on top of the hospital bed that she must have tossed to the side of bed. I take her gun from waistband and quietly move the grey curtain back. She bites her lip and sits up anxiously. I step quietly down the hall to the last hospital bed. The curtains open and there's two people – a 15-year-old boy and a 16-year-old girl dressed in scrubs. Both injured but the girls wrapping his hand up in a white bandage. The boy notices me first.
"Stevie." He says quietly and looks at me. Stevie follows his glance and jumps back with a fright.
Maybe she can help Tris.
"You're a nurse?" I demand hoarsely.
She nods slowly.
I can hear Tris calling me, panicky and Stevie eyes dart to the left where Tris is.
"Can you help me?" I ask desperately.
She looks at the gun that I've pointed straight at her unconsciously.
"Yes." Her throat dry.
The boy yanks her arm and give her warning look, she shrugs him off and I lead her to Tris.
AN: it's not over yet!