A/N: so here's chapter three. Please read the authors note at the bottom. I'm looking for ideas on what you think Tobias/Four has, so please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent. Veronica Roth does
Chapter 3:
The next morning when I wake, my clock reads 5:30 am. I roll over and try to get 45 more minutes of sleep. After a couple minutes, I give up and crawl out of bed to take a shower. I decide to check on Four first, because I worried about him. I don't know what he has, so I'm not sure if I should expect him to be better or not.
I open the door quietly and tiptoe in. If he's asleep, I don't want to wake him. He's fast asleep, which is good. I close the door. That kid just needs to rest.
I step into the shower, the water is a nice scalding. It loosens the knots in my muscles, which are a little sore.
I cut my shower short, and dress quickly. I run down to the transfer dormitory and bang on the doorframe. I have to wake up the kids. Training starts at 8:00.
"Wake up! Training starts at 8:00, sharp! Be there, or be Factionless!"
The kids get out of bed and start getting clothes. I walk over to an empty bed and open the clothes bin and grab items. Clothes, and the little bag of toiletries. I figure that four would want clothes. Then I walk briskly back to my apartment.
I set the clothes on the counter, grab a tall glass and fill it with filtered water.
I take the glass and clothes into the guest room and set them on the nightstand. Then I take a seat on the chair net to the bed and check the time. It's 6:35. I should wake him up and try to get him to eat something.
He is curled up facing away from me. I reach out and rub his back lightly, but firmly. It pops and he moans a little, rolling over.
His eyes flutter open, and he yawns. He seems surprised to see me sitting here. His blue eyes are round and soft. They make him look innocent, and young.
"Hey, Four," I murmur softly. "How did you sleep?"
He pushes himself into a sitting position, grimacing as he does so.
"Good." He says. "Thanks for letting me stay here." He offers me a weak smile.
I smile back. "You're quite welcome." I reply. "I brought you clothes and such. If you feel up to it, you can dress and come with me to training so you can at least see what you'll be doing."
"Really?" He asks. "Sure. Thanks." It seems like it's not physically possible for him to talk too loud.
"Okay. When you're done, come out to the kitchen, okay?"
"Okay."
I leave and head to the kitchen. Then I start to make breakfast. I usually go down to the dining hall, but I'm not going to leave Four here alone. I don't want to have to worry
I pour cereal and milk into a bowl, and pour some orange juice. Then I sit at my table and start eating.
The guest room door opens, and Four shuffles out, one hand holding the glass of water I set on the nightstand, while the other is pressed against his abdomen.
"Hey." I say, nonchalantly.
He nods in a greeting and places the glass of water on the table, before lowering himself carefully into the chair across from me. I can't help but think that the black clothes suit him better than gray. His dark blue eyes pop out more.
I get up and grab the thermometer from the counter, and place it under his tongue. When it beeps, I check it. It's the same, if not lower, than yesterday's reading. I sigh.
"What's wrong?" Four asks quietly.
"Can you tell me what you have been feeling physically?" I ask. "From when this first started yesterday, up to now?" He seems to think a minute, his hands covering his stomach, before answering.
Tobias POV
"I guess it was before the Choosing Ceremony." I start. "I assumed it was nerves. It kept getting worse, but I figured that I was just getting more and more nervous." I remember being completely focused on my choice, or lack thereof. By that point, I had no idea what faction I wanted.
"But it didn't go away after I chose. Instead, it was steadily getting worse. It wasn't really that bad, so I wasn't worried. I just figured my stomach was cramping up for some unknown reason." I thought that I was just hungry, or maybe that I was still nervous about something.
"On the train, I felt a little nauseated, but I'm scared of heights, and at that specific moment, I was looking out the opening of the train, and I saw how high up we were. So I thought nothing of it.
"On the roof, I felt really dizzy, but I was standing on the ledge looking down and wondering if all Dauntless were adrenaline junkies." She laughs, and I laugh too, but it shake my tender, aching stomach too much. I stop and take a deep breath, and press my palm to it. The heat from my hand makes me feel less like my stomach is about to burst.
"I landed in the net. You pulled me out and started talking to me. I didn't really hear what you said, except when you asked if I could talk. I would have answered, but I didn't know what you had wanted me to tell you." I was dizzy. But I was also distracted by her.
"I felt okay for my fear landscape, but after the simulation ended, and you were taking me to dinner, the pain was unmistakably worse. I knew I shouldn't eat if I wanted any chance of keeping the food already in my system." I remember the smell of the food made me want to gag. I was definitely ill by this point, or on my way there.
"I didn't really eat much. My stomach was churning and gurgling too much. Then, my stomach twisted in a really painful way, and I had to get out of there. So I went into the bathroom and was violently sick. I knew you would probably follow me, but at that moment, I didn't care. I felt so awful."
I remember that horrible feeling of nausea curling in my stomach. The twisting pang I felt just before I bolted out of the dining hall. I remember being terrified that I wouldn't find the bathroom, or that I'd go into the wrong one.
"Then I heard the door open" a round of painful gurgling hits my stomach and I moan a little and close my eyes, rubbing my hand across my belly to get them to stop. Tris can probably hear my stomach gurgling; it's pretty loud.
"After you asked if I was alright, and I said you shouldn't be in here, I had the urge to throw up again. Then I threw up in the middle of my sentence. It felt like I was in there for hours, emptying my stomach." It had felt like an eternity. My tummy hurt so much, it was unbelievable. I was sweating profoundly, and I was really cold, but my stomach was boiling.
"I was in so much pain. I can handle any pain you give me," I say. "Except stomach pain like I dealt with last night. That was so bad, I almost passed out."
"I believe you." Tris says quietly. She has a look of sympathy on her face, but for once, I don't mind. She can feel bad for my poor, rumbling, bursting tummy if she wants.
"Then I was telling you I didn't need a doctor and that it was probably just the flu. That's when my stomach burst. Or at least it felt as if it were bursting." I moan a little just remembering. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I've had the flu before, but nothing as bad as this.
"A sudden, exploding, boiling, bursting pain hit my stomach with enough intensity to have me doubling over in pain. You steered me to the toilet, and I knew that there would be no food for my body to expel. The acid tasted terrible coming up. My stomach was so coiled and wrenched into a tight, little ball, squeezing everything up and out." My belly gurgled again, and I folded my hands over it. The warmth always helps.
"Then we went back go your apartment. I could hardly stand, let alone walk. Then in your apartment, I walked into the edge of your counter. It dug into my abdomen, and you apologized like it was your fault." I laugh a little, and my stomach completely objects to the movement. Pain spreads through my entire belly and my chuckles turn info whimpers, much to my extreme embarrassment.
"Pain spread through my belly and I attempted to soothe it." It worked better than I though it would. "I fell asleep soon after and I didn't wake until you rubbed my back and popped it."
"Yeah sorry about that." Tris says.
"What? Don't be!" I say. "It was really sore, and you made some of the pressure fade."
"Oh, okay." She says.
"My stomach objects to movement of any kind right now." I moan, closing my eyes yet again. "Laughing hurts it. I can't bend without a spasm of pain and a round of painful gurgling."
I glance up at Tris. She looks like she feels sorry for me. "I feel like my stomach will burst at any moment. I almost feel..." What's that word?
"Bloated?" Tris asks. "Swollen?" I nod and groan as my stomach gurgles painfully, yet again.
A/N: Tobias's POV! Yay! He's so sick though! ? Please review and tell me what you think Tobias has! Please use imagination. I want something more serious than the flu. ? Okay, go!