I'm back and I apologize for not updating. I had a major writer's block and every time I go to write, I go stuck. The ironic thing was that I could easily write my other story but I came up with nothing for this story. Anyway, sorry for another short chapter; I'll try to make the next one long.

I do not own Divergent but Veronica Roth does.

Chapter 3

Stupid damn doctor, I thought as I threw up in the toilet. Apparently, I was allergic to the medicine West gave me and I ended up getting sicker. West said he could get me different medicine but I didn't want to take any chances. I thought that if I just stay indoors, eat, and rest that I would be fine in a few days. Nope; that didn't happen. The food I ate didn't agree with me so I ended up throwing it all up, I couldn't sleep because of my overly stuffed nose, and I kept getting chills. My friends suggested that I take a hot shower but the hot water felt cold to me.

A hand rubbing my back interrupted my thoughts. I looked up and saw Christina staring at me, worry etched in her face. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the doctor?"

"I'm sure, Christina," I answered. I slowly got up and rinsed my mouth. I then walked over to the bed and laid down on it, wrapping the blankets around me. Christina walked over to me and sat down on the edge of the bed. She rubbed my shoulder and I sighed; I wished Tobias was here right now.

Tobias had to go back to his job at the control room. He wanted to stay with me but I told him he couldn't skip work. My friends said that they would take turns watching over me, to make sure nothing happens. At first, I was upset about this for I could take care of myself; but I was actually very grateful a few days later when I didn't feel like getting out of bed and Shauna made soup for me.

At a certain point of the day is when my friends would switch hours and take turns watching me. In the mornings it would be Christina and Will, around lunch would be Uriah, Marlene, and Lynn; towards the afternoon would be Zeke and Shauna, and Tobias would come after he was done with work. Tobias would also come on his breaks to check on me to make sure I was all right and wanted to know if I needed anything.

"Tris, you there?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Christina. "Sorry, I was spacing out. What did you say?"

Christina smiled. "I asked if you wanted anything."

"A glass of water would be fine."

"Want anything to eat?"

"Not really; I would probably throw it up anyway."

"How about I get you something light to eat," Christina said more to herself than to me. Before I could say anything, Christina walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. She came back with a tall glass of water and a plate of crackers. I looked at her, an eyebrow raised. "Crackers?"

"It was the only thing I could find that might work with your stomach."

I thanked Christina anyway and took the water and crackers from her. I nibbled on the crackers while drinking the water in-between. Christina sat down in a chair and made small conversations with Will.

A knock sounded at the door and Will got up to answer it. He opened the door and Uriah, Marlene, Lynn, and Tobias walked in.

"Tris, you must have been dying of boredom," said Uriah. "But I'm here now." Lynn slapped Uriah upside the head. "What the hell was that for?!"

"How are you feeling, Tris?" Marlene asked.

"Besides the fact that I'm throwing my guts up and getting chills every once in a while, I'm just peachy," I answered.

"Well, hope this will lighten your mood," Uriah said, holding out a piece of Dauntless cake. I smiled but when I looked at the cake, it didn't look very appetizing and my stomach started to turn.

"I actually don't want the cake, Uriah," I said. "You can have it."

Everyone was shocked by my answer and Uriah was about to protest when he received a glare from Marlene. Uriah closed his mouth and nodded, taking the cake back.

"Why don't you want the cake, Tris?" Will asked.

"My stomach doesn't agree with the idea of cake right now."

Tobias walks up to me and sits down, bringing me to his chest. He wraps his arms around me and I placed my head on his chest.

"Oh, just to let you all know, we are supposed to pick our jobs tomorrow," said Uriah.

I widen my eyes and stared at him. "Tomorrow?! How am I supposed to say what I want when I can't even leave the room?!"

"We can tell Max or Eric what job you want," said Marlene. "Preferably Max."

"Ok." I felt a little better knowing that I won't get some random job.

"Have you thought about what job you want, Tris?" Christina asked.

I shrugged. "I'm deciding between training transfers and working at the tattoo parlor."

"You can do both," said Tobias.

"I can?"

"Training transfers is a part-time job so you would need another job for the rest of the year."

I nodded. For the rest of lunch, we talked about jobs we wanted to have. Christina wanted to train Dauntless born, Uriah wanted to be a leader; since I didn't want the position and he's the second highest ranking initiate, Marlene either wants to be a nurse or a Dauntless born trainer, Will doesn't know what he wants, and Lynn doesn't care.

Zeke and Shauna then arrived and everyone else left; I fell asleep moments later.

FOUR'S POV

After I left the apartment, I made my way over to Max's office. I didn't want to announce to all of Dauntless that Tris was sick and I didn't want Tris to worry about getting her job. I knocked on the door of Max's office and waited. "Yes?" I opened the door and stepped inside. Max looked up and smiled. "Four, have you changed your mind on becoming a leader?" I shook my head; even to this day, Max still tries to get me to be a leader.

"No, I wanted to tell you the job Tris Prior will take."

"She can tell me herself tomorrow."

"She can't." I looked at the door to make sure no one would come in. "Tris is sick."

Max's face changed to a concern look. "Is Tris all right?"

"It's only the flu but can you not tell all of Dauntless? Tris doesn't want everyone to come over and wish her to get well."

Max nodded. "Sure and I'll put the job that Tris wants down so we don't have to worry about it."

I told Max what Tris wanted and, just like he was with me, was shocked that Tris didn't want to be a leader. At first Max thought I convinced Tris not to be a leader but I said that this was her decision and I had no part of it. I even told him that he could ask Tris himself and she would tell Max what I told him.

"All right, I believe you," said Max. "But I'll ask Tris when she's better if that's her decision."

I nodded. "Thanks, Max."

"Anytime." We shook hands and I left the office to go to the control room.

PETER'S POV

I watched as Four walked out of the office and walk down the hallway. I heard the whole conversation and joy filled my being. The little stiff was sick so she was weak, defenseless, and no Four there to protect her. A smile spread across my face; revenge was going to be sweet.

Peter has found out! What will he do? That's a good question, because I don't know! I'm literally stuck and don't know what to do now. I will continue this story but it's very hard to get ideas. If anyone out there has any ideas on what Peter should do, or if he should do anything at all, please let me know.