A/N: Thanks for all the lovely reviews! I really appreciate them, and I take each and every one of them into consideration as I try to build this story in my head. To be quite honest with you guys, I'm still pretty conflicted about how I want to end it...but let's see how it goes!

Though I wish Christina and the others could be here to see him awake, a selfish part of me is glad that I get to see him first and I get to see him alone. His eyelids had begun to fall when I walked in, but as my presence registers in his mind, they perk up. "Look who it is," he croaks.

I can't help but laugh. "You sound horrible."

"I practically resurrected from the dead, and that's the first thing you tell me? And hey, it's better to sound awful than not to be able to make a sound at all," he says with a laugh. Then more seriously, "and I have you to thank for it."

I shake my head. "That was all you. I didn't wake you up. All I did was-"

"Talk to me," Uriah finishes. "I know. But it was your voice that got me back."

I hear Caleb's voice in my head telling me it didn't take just about any sound to wake someone up that way. "I don't think it was just me. There had to be something else. Uriah, everyone thought...no, everyone still thinks you're..."

I can't finish my sentence. I think of Tobias, who's probably failing at thinking of a way to properly break the news to Uriah's family. I think of Christina, who's lost all too many friends and thinks she's about to lose another. And I think of myself, when I had almost left Uriah alone before he grabbed my finger, thinking he was hopelessly gone.

He rubs my arm lightly with his hand. It feels weak against mine, but it's the most he can do. "I thought I was too. It wouldn't have been such a bad way to die, though."

I frown in disbelief. "You're joking, right? Getting hit by an exploding wall isn't exactly under my list of 'perfect ways to die.'"

"Not that. I mean, at least I more or less found out the truth about what's going on outside the city. I've learned to move on from losing Marlene and Lynn-" He pauses, and I know he's lying. It's been so long since we've lost Will but I still haven't completely moved on. I'm not sure I can. "Well, okay, I guess it was a pretty dumb way to die."

I snort. "No kidding. What would make you think that in the first place?"

"I wasn't thinking of everything else. I was just thinking of the last thing I saw before it all went black." I shudder at his last few words. I'm not afraid to die, but I've always found the last moment of your life intriguing. Does everything fade into black slowly, like falling asleep? Or is it gone so quickly you dont even realize it?

I think of Uriah standing by the wall, looking at me and lifting a hand to wave at me. His lips were almost curving into a smile and he looked like he was about to try harder, then...

I try to forget what happens next. I focus on what happened before the booming sound, back when Uriah had been looking at me.

Uriah had been looking at me.

I was the last thing he'd seen before he had almost faded away from us. I don't know what to make of it, so I say nothing. I see no reason why Uriah would want me to be his last memory. I clear my throat. "We've planned something, Uriah. The others and I. That's why they aren't here to see you right now," I tell him. I fill him in on the details of the plan, and his eyes light up at the sound of his family coming back. It pains me to see the same eyes drift off somewhere darker when I continue and say that they're coming here thinking he's hardly alive. When I finish, all he says is, "You can't do that."

Blinking hard at him, my mouth is dry and I don't know what to say. It's a perfectly executable plan. "Excuse me?"

"Let your brother die. I know he's earned himself the Asshole of the Decade award, but you can't, Tris. I know you. You won't."

"I don't want him to do it," I mutter, and I'm not sure if it's a lie. I don't bother thinking about it longer. "He's just the most suitable choice. Even he knows it. That's why he volunteered."

Uriah shakes his head and takes his eyes off of me. I feel something heavy in my chest. Does he think I'm weak for not volunteering in place of my brother? Does he think I'm cruel for letting my brother give up his own life? I almost argue, but he closes his eyes gently with an exhale dismissively.

"Do you want me to let you rest?" I say.

"I'd like that. I think I need to have enough energy for later."

"What's happening later? Did the doctors say anything?"

"They only told me I needed to rest a few nights until I'm back into shape. They're wrong, though. I'll be perfectly fine in an hour or so. That's why I'll be helping you."

I pat him on the head and let my hand rest on the side of his face. He's surprisingly warm. "Good one."

He frowns and grips my hand. I forget how to breathe. His hold on me is tighter now. I'd almost forgotten how strong Uriah could be. "I'm not joking around, Prior. You're not actually thinking of leaving me here while all the action happens, right?"

"That's exactly what I'm thinking. I'll tell Matthew to inoculate you against the memory serum later, but that's all the participation you get. You don't know how happy I am to see you alive, and if you don't mind, I'd like to keep you that way for a while. You're staying here, Pedrad." I try out calling him by his surname, but although I like the way rolls off my tongue, I realize I prefer calling him Uriah much more. I look at him and in his eyes I see hesitance and disappointment. "I'm sorry, Uriah."

He looks at me quizzically. "You don't have apologize to me about something like that, especially after saving me."

"You saved me, I saved you. That's just how it works." I give him the best smile I can manage at a time like this, and he squeezes my hand, grinning. The warmth of his touch is fascinating. I never knew heat could give you chills. I begin to wonder what it would feel like to have his fingers interlocked with mine, or to have his face close enough to mine for me to feel him breathing, to feel his heart beat under his shirt. Then I stop myself. This shouldn't be happening.

His name rings in my head. Tobias. Tobias. Tobias.

Tobias.

I feel Uriah's fingers massaging my palm. "Yeah," he says sheepishly. "That's just how we work." His eyes dig deep into mine, and I feel myself burning.

Tobias. Tobias. Uriah. Tobias. Uriah. Tobias. Uriah. Uriah. Uriah.

Uriah.