"He thinks he can still save her." He 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.

Tobias' POV

With every weak footed leap, I debate whether or not to turn back. There's nothing back there but as soon as I leave this place I will get an answer to the question rattling around in my head; can Tris be saved? My head feels lighter than usual and I can feel the gas exploring around my brain. I can't be sucked into a simulation, I don't know how much time she's got left. Her body shifts with each turn of the bed and her knees are up to her stomach. Her blonde hair is longer than when I last saw her but still as beautiful despite the matted bloody parts.

I sure she's passed out. I wish she wasn't. I'd like to talk to her. She'd probably tell me this was a bad idea, that I'm too shirtless to be running around randomly wheeling an almost dead body and I'd tell her that she should be lucky that Chloe dressed my bottom half. Then we'd both start—

I stop at the start of the corridor. There's a little boy lay at the end of it, maybe he's just… No. He's dead. The streams of blood confirm it, the blood that's all over Tris' clothes. I walk forward until I can see the bullet holes and then I stop again. This must be the little boy Dale killed, the boy that Tris blames herself for, the boy that was Chloe's secret child and the boy that's preventing me from searching for Dale.

She said she left him for dead but she'd never do that but – but she did. Granted she was on a mad search for me after just being revived from the dead but still she left him here and she knew he'd die. I understand. Two shots straight to the heart, no attempt to try and save his life. He wasn't armed from what I can see. Dale didn't need to even fire two bullets. One would have been enough to kill him. He must've knew that, we taught him how to shoot after all. Two's just sadistic. I don't want to leave him here but taking him away from his home wouldn't be fair. I was on the enemy's side, why would you want to rest in a place you hated? I couldn't bury him next to our soldiers and I don't have time to do it now, here, in his home. Tris has to be taken back home too, this is why I have to say these two words aloud.

"I'm sorry." I say not only to the boy but every single body that's ever fell limp on the floor that was innocent. The blameless that always gets caught up with the anger and the remorsefulness of war.

He died because of me and I have just wheeled past him.

I feel like I'm on a verge of a breakdown but I can't have one because then I'll have another simulation and then I'll never get out of here. Not in time anyway.

I now have two bodies on my hospital bed, both unconscious. Which is probably lucky because he may have been extremely angry at Tris and then I'd never have put him on there with her. I'm sure Tris told me about Dale so I'd find him and even if she didn't her guilty conscious would be eased by me saving Dale. I hate Dale but I owe him my life because he saved Tris' and allowed me to be saved so I have to take him with me but in no way does that mean I've forgiven him. There's certain things you can't forgive and I sure this is one of them things.

He looks worse than Tris does. He's body is covered with sweat and the bandage that Tris must have made him is so saturated its dripping. Did Tris shoot him? I wouldn't make any sense, she bandaged him up.

Where is everyone?

There's only a few bodies that I've seen but there must've been— I hear a clatter of a door opening and I stop, for the first time in five minutes of running. I take Tris' gun from my waistband and wait in front of the bed for whatever made the sound to appear. I see a Smoker soldier walk the opposite way that I am stood.

"Tris!" The person whispers.

Why would they want Tris? Tris lets out a groan that cuts the silence, as if responding to the stranger and the soldiers turns around.

"Tobias!" She gasps and lowers her gun but I don't lower mine.

"Gemma." I say with gritted teeth.

The last time I saw her was when she was injecting paralysing serum into me after I tried to drown myself in gas. She always ensured Chloe that I could handle more pain and the torture I was given was not near as bad as it could've been then after she'd sew up the deeper cuts and apologise. She could've helped me escape but she only made it worse.