Tris POV
Four, Christina and I were charged with guarding Courtney's hospital room. We were allowed to keep her company and interact with with her untill the faction leaders decided what to do. Christina was outside the room, talking to one of the doctors while Four and I tried to pry information from her.
Courtney lay on her hospital bed, looking up at the ceiling. Her eyes avoided us. She was was very pale, but I wasn't sure if that was her natural skin tone, or from distress. Her hair was extreemly long, down past her waist. It was mostly a chesnut brown, but that last couple of inches were black, as if it was dyed a long time ago. SHe had striking green eyes, and a small mouth. She was quite pretty. However, where her skin was exposed on her arms and throat, it was littered with purple and silver scars. It could suggest that she was previously tormented by someone or something.
"So, how old are you?" I asked. I couldn't quite guess her age. She looked young, about my age, but her eyes were old. Very old. They told stories that we couldn't even begin to understand.
She looked at me as if wondering to trust me.
"I'm 16", she whispered, her accent more of a brogue. She was just a year younger that me!
"Where do you come from?" Four asked, speaking aloud my thoughts.
"Northern Ireland."
I look at Four. We have never heard of that place before. "Can you tell us where that is? We have never heard of that place before."
Courtney looks from me to Four, green eyes wide. "Its part of Ireland, even though they have seperate governments. Northern Ireland is governed by the UK."
"What are your names?", she asked. "You know mine, but I don't know yours."
"My name is Tris, and this is Four."
Courtney's eyebrows raised, but she didn't say anything.