I do not own divergent, just my ideas.
Tris POV
I am lying on the ground. Why am I lying on the ground? I look around and everyone is staring down at me wearing red and blue pennies. I see the goal. Gym class, we were playing soccer…it all comes rushing back to me. I start to sit up and a wave of vertigo hits me. I cannot get up and everyone is still staring at me.
"All right, that's it for the day," coach yells.
Christina moves closer, bending down to assist me.
"Showers, Ms. Walker," coach says, "Four come here. You haven't done anything the entire period. Help her to the nurse's office."
Coach walks away and I look up at Four. He starts toward me, bends down and starts sliding one hand under my legs. Oh my god, he is not seriously going to carry me there, I think to myself. I force myself to get up, and immediately stumble. Strong arms catch me.
"Woah there killer," Four laughs setting me back upright.
I hold the goal post for balance and look up at him. His deep blue eyes bore into mine.
"We need to get you to the nurse to be checked out," he says finally.
"I'm feeling much better actually," I lie.
"Really?" he exaggerates the word, "so that's why you have the death grip on that post there?"
He smirks, then it softens into a sweet smile.
"Let's go," he says indicating with his head toward the school.
I start and continue to stumble. God, I am dizzy.
"I promise I won't try to carry you, just let me help?" he says softly reaching an arm around me and holding my waist.
Four POV
I reach around her and grasp her waist securely, but tenderly. I am going to murder Eric later. I can't believe how hard he hit her. Who hits a girl?
We make it to the nurse's office and Tris attempts to get onto the table, I grab her by the waist and place her on top of it. She gives me a shile smile.
"Thanks"
The nurse walks in.
"So, what happened here," she inquires.
"In gym I.." Tris starts but then trails off. She gives me a questioning look.
"She was hit in the head during our soccer game...and then her head hit the goal post," I supplement her answer.
The nurse examines Tris for a concussion. After the pupil dilation test and the memory testing, the nurse announces that she does in fact have a concussion.
"Tris, you are dismissed for the rest of the day. I'll call home to have someone come and pick you up," the nurse says.
Tris leaps off the table, "You don't need to do that."
"Most students are generally appreciative when I dismiss them for the day," she says to Tris suspiciously.
"I just started school here and I am already behind in all of my classes and need to get assignments and caught up," Tris rambles as she moves towards the door, "really, I'll be fine."
The nurse looks surprised but doesn't say anything as Tris exits the office. I follow her and see her standing in the hallway holding her head.
"Why didn't," I start.
"How do I get back to the gym? I need to get my clothes from my locker," she cuts me off.
Why did she not just take the day off, I mean, so you are behind, one more day won't change anything. My face must register my confusion because she mutters what sounds like nevermind and stalks off. What is with her?
Tris POV
I must look like a lunatic, wandering the halls in my gym clothes, peering at every sign I see for a directional clue. Someone grabs my waist.
"Tris," Four says looking down at me, "are you alright?"
His face has a look of genuine concern. Why hasn't he just walked away by now? I barely know him, it's not like he volunteered to babysit me to the nurse's office, he was ordered by coach. Nothing in his demeanor in the past few hours have indicated he is an especially caring person. That is, until now.
"I'm fine. I just don't remember how to get to the gym."
He leads me down a few hallways, occasionally putting some pressure on my waist to straighten my path, and we end up in front of the girls locker room.
"Thanks," I smile.
I grab my clothes out of the locker and quickly rinse off in the shower. I loosely braid my hair so it will dry in a non-disastrous manner and get dressed. I am exhausted and am tempted to just lie down on the bench, but I grab my bag and walk out straight into Four waiting by the door.
His strong arms stop me again from falling over; apparently, I need to keep a tally of how many times he is going to do that today.
"Sorry, I was about to come in and check that you didn't end up passing out," he explained.
"You didn't have to wait," I say meekly, embarrassed of the hindrance I must be to him.
"How were you going to find your way to your next class otherwise?" he points out, adding, "and I didn't mind."
He shoves his hands in his pockets nervously as he says the last part. I look up shyly at him.
"So what do you have seventh period," he asks.
I pull my schedule out and look at it, "Study Hall," I reply.
"Convenient, me too. Library it is then."
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