A/N: Chapter 4! Here you go!

Just an FYI: all chapters are from Tris's POV unless specifically stated otherwise!

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Chapter 4

"I think you should eat something." I tell Four. He groans and lays his head on the table.

"Please don't mention food to me." He moans.

"Don't get me wrong," I say. "I'm just like you. When I'm sick, I don't eat anything. But That's not healthy." He moans in protest. "I won't make you eat much, okay?" I compromise.

"Fine." He agrees, lifting his head from the table and resting it in his hands.

"You need to drink too." I say, getting up. I walk into the kitchen to get something for him to eat. "What sounds good to you?"

"Nothing." He replies. He is sipping the water at least. I sigh.

"Okay well, what sounds the least nauseating?" I try again, leaning on the counter. He thinks it over before answering.

"Crackers." He rubs his eyes and watches me, while sipping his water.

I hop onto my counter; I'm too short to reach the crackers otherwise, and grab the crackers. He chuckles a little at my lack of height. I put a couple of them on a plate and bring them over.

"Try to eat all of them." I advise. He nods obediently and starts nibbling in the crackers. I go back to my cereal.

It's 7:40, and I'm putting away my dishes when someone starts banging on my door.

"Tris! What are you doing?!" Uriah screams. "It's 7:40! You are supposed to leave in five minutes! Get your ass out of bed!"

Four raises his eyebrows at me. "Do you usually have to be woken up in the morning?" He questions. I laugh, tell him no, and go answer the door.

"Jeez, Uri!" I say. "Just because I don't eat in the dining hall doesn't mean that I slept in." I never oversleep on work days.

"Well then, what are you doing?!" He pushes past me and looks around. His eyes land on Four, and he freezes. Then he laughs. "Woah, Tris! Didn't know you could be truly Dauntless."

I was so confused. What did he mean? "What? I don't understand." I say.

"You're not that innocent after all, are you?" He wiggles his eyebrows at me and gestures to Four. Then what he was saying hits me like a ton of bricks.

"What the heck?!" I shout. "No! Of course not!" Four sips at his water and watches Uriah with a wary expression.

"Okay, okay!" Uriah says, surrendering. "I just assumed..."

"Well, you know what they say about assuming." I say hotly. Uriah nods and laughs a little. Then Four groans and lays his head on the table.

"Four?" I say softly. "Are you okay?"

"No." He moans. He sits up and stares at me. His face is sickly pale, and his body shakes. His hands are pressed against his gurgling stomach.

"You don't look so good, kid" Uriah comments, a concerned look dominating his features.

Four suddenly jumps up. "I think I'm going to be sick." He gasps. I point to the bathroom and he sprints toward it. I hear the door open and slam shut. Uriah turns to me.

"Hey, is that the same kid who ran out last night?" He asked. "After dinner ended, Christina asked me to help her with the initiates. She said you left with a sick transfer."

"Yeah." I reply.

"Is it true that he only has four fears?"

"Yes."

"What are you going to do with him? Training starts soon." Uriah says.

"He wants to come. I figured since whatever he has isn't contagious, he could at least watch." I say.

"It's not the flu?"

"No."

The bathroom door opens and Four emerges. He's walking on his own, so I assume that's a little better. He leans against the wall and closes his eyes. I take his glass to the kitchen and put it in the dishwasher.

"You don't have to come with me today. You can stay here." I offer.

"No, no." Four says hurriedly "I want to come." I sigh a little.

"If that's what you really want." I say.

"See you around, Tris." Uriah says. "Take care of yourself, Four." Four nods in reply.

I check my watch. 7:50.

"Okay, Four. Lets go." I say. He follows me out the door. We walk without speaking, until we near the training room.

"I want you to promise me that if you do decide to participate, that you will be careful and only do what you can handle."

"Alright, I'll be careful." Four promises. When we open fm the door, I see Christina finishing with setting up the training room.

"Oh, Christina! Thanks for doing that for me." She turns and smiles at me."

"Oh sure. It was no problem. It's just that at 7:40, you weren't here yet, so I set up for you." Her gaze shifts to Four. "How are you feeling?"

"A little bit better." He says. "Nauseated."

"We'll, go easy on yourself, okay?" She says.

"Okay." He agrees.

Tobias POV

The other initiates come at 8:00. Some are laughing, while others are looking around the training room with a look of curiosity. It smells like dust and sweat, and it makes my stomach twist.

The initiates are starring at me, gawking. I avoid their looks and go stand at the end of the line. Tris is telling us or them, rather, that they are going to learn how to shoot a gun, then how to win a fight.

She walks down the line, handing out guns. When she gets to me, she presses the gun into my hands with a look that clearly says "be careful".

"The goal is to hit the center of your target." She says. "You won't hit it the first try, so don't worry." She turns and aims her gun and shoots. It hits the center. "Okay, your turn." She says.

I face my target. The gun is heavy and feels unsafe in my hands. I inhale deep into my gut, which hurts terribly, aim, and fire. The kickback of the gun jerks my body back, and my stomach gurgles. My bullet hits the outer edge of the target. I smile a little. I'm the first to hit the target.

I feel a surge of power. Maybe I will succeed here. I realize that I have to tense my body up to keep the recoil from affecting me. I tense the muscles in my stomach and shoot the gun over and over, until I hit the center. I'm better at this than I thought.

After I have hit the target center more times than I can count, without missing, and I run out of bullets, I stop shooting. My stomach is aching relentlessly from tensing the muscles, and I wince.

Tris is walking around, instructing the other kids on how to shoot. I feel a fierce pleasure when I see that Eric hasn't hit near the center yet.

Tris POV

I walk around and help initiates. The single Amity transfer, Mia, needs the most help. (A/N: just so you know, there was an Amity transfer in Four's initiate class named Mia. [pg. 41!] I'm not making this up!) She struggles with the gun's recoil, just like I did, when I was learning. I help her plant her feet and keep a tense body while she shoots.

Every couple minutes I find myself watching Four. I expect him to struggle. Not because he's weak, but because he's sick, and in pain.

He's excelling though, much to my surprise, and pleasure. I want him to succeed. There is no doubt in my mind that he'll make it into Dauntless. Even if he completely fails the combat portion of stage one, he won't get last place.

"What is the Stiff doing?" Eric asks me, gesturing to Four.

I look over at Four, and see him leaning against the wall, eyes closed. I am glad he's doing this; he really shouldn't be here. But I know Eric expects me to do something. He doesn't know how sick Four is, he just knows that he was gone last night.

So I walk over and study his board. Only five holes in his target. I pick up his gun, which he had set on the table beside him, and open the chamber to see how many bullets he has left.

It's empty. He must have just been able to hit the bulls-eye every time after five. That is amazing. I walk back over to Eric and wait for him to protest. When he starts of complain, I cut him off.

"Get back to me when you hit the center of your target after five tries, and hit it continually." I say. "Seriously, guys! Worry about yourself and whether you will be getting into Dauntless!"

Tobias POV

My lower back hurts. I don't feel good at all. Why did I come here? I could be sleeping instead. The fact that I've already hit the center multiple times proves that I could leave. Tris would probably encourage it.

The pain in my stomach is getting worse, if that's even possible. I place the gun, with the safety on, on the table near me, and lean against the wall, closing my eyes. I let my mind wander as the initiates continue shooting. I think I'm drifting off.I'm brought back to reality when a sudden painful, twisting cramp hits my abdomen. I'm going to be sick. I rush out the doors and down the hall, to the first bathroom I see.

I lock the stall and bend over the toilet and gag, my body convulsing, but nothing comes up. Dry-heaves. This is almost worse. No matter how much my belly squeezes, clenches, twists or coils, nothing comes up. It's horrible. I didn't think I could feel worse than I did last night, but now, it's all I can do to not pass out.

I don't know how long I have been in here for, but I do know that I'm still in here for three reasons.

One, I am too dizzy to move. Two, even if I weren't dizzy, I probably would still be sitting here because I can hardly move without immobilizing pain spreading from my lower right abdomen all throughout my belly.

And three, the pain is bad enough that I'm actually crying. Not sobbing or anything like that. Just whimpers and tears. But that is a show of weakness just the same.

So here I sit. I really want to just, I don't know, sink into oblivion, or something. Anything to escape this pain.

A/N: I finally decided on what sickness Four has! Thanks for reviewing! I did research on the illness, so I would know what symptoms to give him. More symptoms will show up! Okay, review PLEASE! ?