A/N: apologizes for the repost. I noticed chapter 5 wasn't viewable so I'm taking it down and reposting. Hopefully it will correct the issue. I have no idea if any of you were able to see it originally. My apologizes to all of you! This chapter is somewhat of a filler before some familiar faces start showing up in the next chapter. Thanks for the support!

5-Tobias

I sleep soundly, only waking once when Brynn comes in to give me another dose of painkillers.

The second time I wake up, it's to Tobias, who is muttering and talking in his sleep. I can only make out certain words, "Uriah...No, I didn't mean for that to..." His head is against the wall and he is slumped in a plastic chair. He hardly looks comfortable and I feel a jolt of guilt, knowing he's staying because he didn't want me to wake up alone again. Tobias's dream continues and his voice grows louder, "get away from me! You are not my father! You will never be!"

I consider calling out to him to wake him but I don't want to draw any attention from the nurses. I make the decision to turn on the lights with the remote next to my bed, hoping it will wake him up.I fumble for the remote and squint in the faint light. I manage to hit the right button after a few clumsy attempts. As I hoped, Tobias immediately wakes up, flying straight up in his chair. His breathing is slightly ragged and his eyes dart around the room for a minute until they fall on me.

His eyebrows knit together with concern, "Are you okay?" He asks as he climbs to his feet.

"Are you?" I counter. He has started to approach me, but he pauses and gives me a quizzical look. "What?"

"You were dreaming Tobias. About Marcus."

He runs a hand through his hair and looks away. He makes his way across the room and leans a shoulder against the wall and peers out the window. He is quiet for a few minutes. "I tend to talk in my sleep when I'm exhausted. Sorry if I woke you. I'm not really used to having anyone around when I'm sleeping." He says finally. He turns to me, his face wary. I know I was the one that got a bullet to the stomach, but judging by the way he looks right now, I can't imagine he looks much better than I do. His clothes are wrinkled and his hair still disheveled. He seems slightly unsteady on his feet, his face is haggard, and the bags under his eyes seem to have gotten worse even with a few hours of sleep under his belt.

"You don't have to apologize to me, Tobias. Sorry for the rude wake up call though." I smile slightly. His face changes and he gets a mischievous look on his face, "Yeah, I can think of a few better ways that you could wake me up with," he grins. He comes closer, "How are you feeling?" He asks.

I shrug and do a mental inventory. The painkillers have been working great. I still have pain, but compared to the few hours earlier, I feel a little better. I've been staying as still as possible. "Better, I think." I reply. He puts a hand under my chin and gently tilts my head up to him. "Glad to hear it," he says. His lips meet mine, kissing me softly. I press back a little harder silently willing him to deepen the kiss. Injuries be damned, nothing will stop me from kissing my boyfriend properly. Tobias's hand tangles into my hair and I try to pull him down next to me. I'm still severely lacking strength and I'm not sure my actions convey my thoughts. Tobias understands want I want, though, and he moves slowly, never breaking our kiss as lays down beside me on the small bed. I slide my hand to his shoulder. I notice he has stubble on his face from not shaving for a few days. Surprisingly, I find it quite attractive. I trail my fingers over the edge of his jaw, feeling the roughness. Tobias pulls back from me, breaking our kiss. I let out a small sigh, disappointed it ended so soon.

Tobias lets out a low chuckle, "Sorry, I haven't been able to shave for a few days"

"I think it suits you." I say. He is lying on his side with his head resting against mine on my pillow. I turn my head towards him. "Tobias, you don't have to stay here, you know. I didn't mean to put that responsibility on you. I was scared before...this whole losing my memory thing makes me feel, I don't know, vulnerable, I guess." I feel stupid admitting it but there is just something strange about not being able to remember your past. Like a piece of yourself is missing.

"You didn't put anything on me, Tris. I want to be here. And you need me here, too, even if you are too stubborn to realize it." His tone is gentle but he gives me a pointed look.

"Tobias, I don't need you to watch-" I cut myself off, knowing I proved his point. Suddenly, I feel overwhelmed with frustration. All I want is a shower. And to brush my teeth. And to brush my hair. I want Tobias to be able to sleep in his own bed rather than sacrificing his own comfort for me. I've always been an independent person and relying on someone else-even if that person is Tobias- frustrates me. I let out an aggravated breath. Tobias lets go of me and leans back to get a better look at me. "How about I go back to my apartment and get changed and take care of some things and come back later." He says slowly. I can see that he's mad and maybe a little hurt, but I can't seem to bring myself to apologize to him.

He climbs out of the bed and makes his way to the door, "Call if you decide you need me." He says dryly and leaves without looking back.

His words feel like a slap to my face. I'm not sure if I want to yell or cry. I realize that I'm having difficulty controlling my emotions. My mind goes back to what Brynn said about head injuries and the inability to control emotions. The thought frustrates me further. I want to call Tobias and apologize. I know I should feel terrible for dismissing his efforts to help me. But my emotions are so messed up I know I wouldn't be able to make a sincere apologize to him and I don't want to make things worse.

The silence in the room creeps in on me and I know I have too much going on in my head to try to go back to sleep. It occurs to me that I have no idea what time it is. The room is fairly dark and I know that if it is late that Tobias likely won't return until the morning. I'm itching to get up and move around. I know that I can't though, due to the doctors orders to stay remain in bed for 3 days. I throw my head back on my pillow. After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling tiles, I decide to do something more productive.

I pull the rolling table that is next to my bed over to me. After poking through the stuff that has accumulated on it, I manage to find a slightly rumpled napkin and a pen. I smile a little, feeling triumphant. I focus on turning my frustration into determination.

I bite my lip and think back to last full memory I can remember. My mind flits over memories quickly: my mom and dad and their deaths, Caleb and the Erudite, and finally I recall going outside the fence and meeting Amar, Four's old instructor. I write a few of these down, trying to use them for a time frame reference. From there, things break into bits and pieces. I remember flashes of people. I can hear gunshots and smell gunpowder. My mind drifts back to a few hours ago when I asked Tobias about Caleb. I write his name down and follow it with a question mark. I know Caleb was with me, and I know it was recently. I can't shake the feeling that something happen to him. I'm not sure how I feel about the prospect that he could be dead. Part of me feels ill at the thought and the other part of me feels like it may be the way things were meant to be. I mull over a few other thoughts and write down more names. Christina, Lauren, Zeke, Uriah, Evelyn, Marcus. I follow all of them with question marks as well. Something flashes back in mind, and I remember Tobias's dream minutes earlier where he was saying Uriah's name.

Something tugs at my memory. The memory is right under the surface of my thoughts but I can't quite drag it to the surface. The feeling reminds me of when you run into someone you haven't seen in a while, and even though they are standing right in front of you, you just can't remember their name, despite the fact that you know you know it.

Suddenly, without warning, the memory explodes in my mind. The explosion, Tobias who was involved with it, and Uriah lying in a hospital room. I remember an upset Christina telling me that Uriah wasn't expected to make it. I fall back onto my pillows. I know in my heart that Uriah didn't make it. I didn't even get to say goodbye to him. Grief tugs at me. My thoughts are swirling through my mind. I cover my eyes with hands. My head is pounding ferociously and the bright florescent lights are unforgiving. Without warning, the light that's peeking through my fingertips dims. I hear a rustling coming from the corner of the room and open eyes. Sure enough, the lights have been dimmed.

Tobias is standing in the corner of the room, shrugging out of a jacket. He sets a bag in the chair same chair he'd previously occupied while he was sleeping. He has only been gone 20 or 30 minutes tops but he's changed his clothes and I can tell his hair is still slightly damp from a shower. I want to tell him that I'm sorry for dismissing him so easily earlier, but emotion from Uriah's death seems to be caught in my throat. "You came back," I say instead.

Tobias turns towards me. His face is stony. He is still made and I understand it. He sighs suddenly and leans against the wall.

"I always do, Tris."