I hear a gasp, a scream, the sound of pain and a thud.

I can't see any of it, everything's blurred into colours and irregular shapes. Am I dying? This feels different from last time. I feel lighter than usual but I can't move. I can think clearly but I can't hear myself breathing.

Am I not breathing?

Tobias' POV

I'm not adjusted to being outside of the 'basement', the name I chose to call it the first day I arrived. I've never had a basement, the Abnegations would never allow it but I imagine it's a place that infrequently visited full of useless junk that sentimentality forces you to keep. I'm the useless junk. The lights too bright, the room is too big and the bullet is too loud.

The bullet smashes a hole through an x-ray machine one hospital bed down. I want to apologise to Stevie but I'm angry at her for not helping. I watch Tris wearily as she looks wildly down at her hands in fascination, blinks, raises her eyes to gaze up at me but doesn't quite make it and falls to the fall. My heart leaps out of my body as the boy leaps on top of me. I can't see Stevie anymore and it makes me anxious.

I blink and he's pinning me down. I breathe and he's reaching into his pocket. I grab his free arm. I can't waste any more time. I release my wrist from underneath elbow and jab him in throat. Roll ontop him, quickly. He scrambles beneath me and slyly pulls a knife out of his pocket. I see it immediately and push him of me. A meter or so apart, we stand up glaring at each other. Tris' gun must be close to me but I wouldn't be able to reach it in time. Unarm him, first, deal with him and then help Tris… If it isn't too late. Which it can't be. My head throbs

I let him come to me and when he swings the knife at my chest, which I'd hope he would do, and I crouch down under his arm and turn so his back is facing me. Before he notices, I twist both of his arms behind his back and slam his fist, that holds tightly to his knife, against back, hard, until he releases it. I hear the clatter of the knife hitting the ground beside me. I don't want to kill him. It's my fault he got any I shouldn't have done that to Stevie, I shouldn't have hurt her. I'm turning into Marcus. Not quite become him yet but certain in the right path. When did thinking hurt so much? No, killing him would be a direct route to being my father.

I kick the knife and it falls down the staircase to the 'basement'.

"I apologize for hurting Stevie, it was wrong of me. I don't want to hurt you. When I let you go, I don't want to fight."

I don't have time to fight, I must see Tris' condition. The thought is knowing away at the back of my mind.

He stays quiet, "do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Her heartbeat very faint." Stevie says urgently.

He detangles himself from me and I let him.

She passes my Tris' gun.

"Stevie! I could've used that!"

"For what? To shoot him? His girlfriend's dying, cut him some slack."

I hate that she mentioned death but i have to face the facts.

They argue a little more but I've zoned out. The boy seems to avoid me, i'd half expected him to try to kill me but he hasn't. Perhaps my desperateness has turned into insanity. Whatever it is, he seems put off the idea of fighting me again. Her eye lids are closed but her eyes dart around underneath. Who said death was peaceful? Maybe it's not too late? It's not too late. If I could get her back to Dauntless, give her the cure again, have a proper medical team maybe she could survive. There must be people waiting outside or if there's not I'm sure I could find a car… If they have cars. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

I scoop up Tris' body and place it on top of the nearest hospital bed. I'd carry her but I don't know how far away the exit is.

"What are you doing?" Stevie asks quickly.

I ignore her.

"He think he can still save her." I shakes his head in amazement.

"You should cherish the time you have left with her. Being wheeled, rushed around, around is no way to treat a sick person."

By the time she finishes her sentence, I'm half way out of the room with Tris' unconscious body on the metal framed bed.

AN: It's not over yet but it's close to finishing, maybe a chapter or two before it ends! Leave a review if you've enjoyed the story so far.