A/N:

Hey, hey, hey my little readers I'm back. Thanks for all of those that sent in OCS. It might take a few more chapters for me to actually get to the initiates due to the circumstances that Tris had last chapter. So I'll take as many more OCS as you can spit out. Not really though because that's gross but yeah more OCs please. ON WITH THE STORY!

TOBIAS POV

My urge my legs to run faster. Currently Tris is unconscious in my arms, her arms lightly draped around my neck as if all life has drained out of her. I try not to think of that possibility or the danger my future children could be in. When I found her she was clenching her stomach and fighting to stay awake. Situations like this make my hatred for Eric grow stronger. It feels like all of our problems orbit around Eric somehow. Well not somehow because it's obvious how this all started, when Eric kidnapped her. But a small part of me thinks that if Tris never ran away maybe I wouldn't be running to the infirmary right now. I never really got my answer on why she ran away.

All this thinking is making me more confused than I was before. I remember when Tris first asked me if I thanked Eric for what he did. And I thought that I had a straight forward answer. But now maybe I wouldn't have to thank Eric if Tris never ran away. Don't get me wrong I love the twins and Tris unconditionally but now after all these months I want to know why did she run away. Was it me or was it something else I couldn't help? Did she miss her parents? All of a sudden this question is pulling on my brain like a game of tug-a-war. A part me wants to know but the other part is afraid of the outcome. Afraid that the reason she ran away was my fault.

Eventually I get to the infirmary. I rush through the doors and yell for help. I see Ellie and Dr. Lopez in the mass of doctors and nurses. Marlene must not have to work today because I can't spot her face. They get her set on a bed and roll her away. They try to tell me that I'm not allowed back there but all of the voices are on blur that I can't decipher. Eventually a voice breaks through my determined faze.

"Four, four she's going to be okay just calm down," Marlene shouts.

"You don't know that, nobody knows that so just stop telling me to calm down! There are 3 people I love in there that could possibly die so until you're put in that situation don't tell me to calm down," I yell at her. Shock from my outburst crosses her face. She doesn't reply so I walk away. I pace back and forward in the waiting area. I hate when this happens; when the love of my life is in mortal danger and I'm left in the background to wait, while in the meantime my thoughts eat away at my brain; the possible scenarios that could happen to either of them. And to be fair I don't trust my brain with those kinds of thoughts.

I'm afraid that once my brain gets ahold of those thoughts that it will manipulate those thoughts and somehow turn that into an alternate reality. And a part of me is still thinking about Tris's reasons for running away. I don't know if it's just the situation I'm in or if it's just me but I think I'm going completely insane. Alternate reality, am I nuts? This makes me sound insane but that's the internal battle I'm having with myself. And the longer I have to wait the worst the damage gets. I just hope that Tris and the twins are ok. Eventually my legs are to worn to pace anymore and I decide it's best to worry while sitting. My legs ache from running-no sprinting earlier. I sit down and let my thoughts consume me.

_Time Lapse_

Eventually it comes to the point that I've been sitting here so long that one of the nurses comes by and offers a cup of coffee. Of course I accept it but it doesn't ease my worry any less. I'm so jacked up on coffee it comes to the point that I can't tell if my excessive leg shaking is due to the coffee or the nervousness. I've been sitting here for a totally of four hours and still no news. Not one person has come out to tell me that she was ok or opposite. Are they planning the perfect way to tell me that she's gone that ends up with less yelling and punching? I shouldn't have thought that because now more haunting scenarios are pulling at my brain.

Doctors come and go taking breaks and delivering news to other families. Yet no one has come to tell me anything. My nervousness is starting to turn into annoyance; annoyance that no one has come to inform anything and the annoyance of this hard chair cushion pressing into my butt. I spot Ellie walking down the hallway; this is the first time I've seen her leave the room so it must be for me.

"Hey Four," oh God stop with the petty greetings just get on with it.

"How is she?"

"She's…stable, one of twins gave us a little shock there and we still don't know the full reason on why this happened. All of them are safe and secure. We're going to keep a very good eye on Tris's pregnancy and the babies' development, we don't want any more scares," Ellie explains.

"When can she be discharged?"

"Like I said we want to keep a good eye on her so I'd say a week but even after that we want to keep her off her feet. She's probably going to be using a wheelchair for another week."

"She's going to ate that. She hates people treating her like she's weak."

"Well it's going to have to work if you want to be perfectly safe about the twins and Tris."

"Is she awake?"

Alright chapter 21. I promised this chapter would be longer. Another thanks to all of those who submitted OCS, it means a lot to me. I'm still taking OCS and I'll let you guys know when I'm no longer accepting them. Remember I changed my name, so just keep those in mind. Thanks for all your support; R&R and F&F. Guys were so close to 50 reviews! I'll update again once we get there. And I'll also give a shout out to whoever is my 50th reviewer even if you're a guest. But if you are a guest please list some type of name so I can identify you when I give you a shout out if you're my 50TH reviewer. QOTD: should I open a contest next chapter? Until next time… HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY MY LOVELY READERS! even if you don't celebrate it.

Peace&Love~MSC