The Next day...
Tris POV:
Last night I couldn't sleep. My head hurt and Tylenol doesn't help much, I only take it to satisfy my mom. And I wouldn't complain, for that would be selfish of me.
I woke up in the middle of the night, hearing my parents talking.
"What's wrong? Tell me Andrew," my mother said softly.
"Jeanine Matthews' husband is running against Marcus in the upcoming election," my father replied. They were obviously trying to be quiet, but I could still hear both of them loud and clear. "Remember how I told you that Marcus and Jeanine used to do everything together?"
My mom nods then looks confused, "Well what stopped that?"
"National debt. It is higher than ever before, and taxes are higher. So when the stock market crashed, Jeanine and Marcus split up."
My mom nods, as if it is coming back to her now, "Ah, yes. But they still have close ties."
My dad nods.
I start coughing really rapidly all of a sudden. I hear the sound of my mom's feet traveling up the stairs, and she must have heard me. So I pick up my pillow and try to look asleep. It must not work, because my mom comes up to my room.
"Beatrice, are you asleep?" she asks, trying not to wake Caleb.
A cough slips out of the corner of my mouth.
My mom pushes the door open. "Beatrice?" she whispers.
"My head hurts," I mumble out.
"Oh, sweetheart," she rushes over to me and puts the back of her hand to my forehead, "You're burning up," she says breathily, then pulls me up. I walk out with her and I sit down in the dining room.
"Your dad must be asleep," she says, trying to start some conversation. She sifts through a kitchen cabinet, before saying, "Aha!" She walks over to me and holds out a. "Hold out your tongue," she commands. I do and she puts a dropper full of pinkish-brownish syrup onto my tongue. "Now go to bed, Beatrice," she says, then kisses my cheek. "Feel better."
I nod, "Thanks mom."
I head up to my room, and this time, I fall asleep peacefully, like a baby.