Switched
A/N: I am cruel. I'm going to make Four get the worst of this illness. Don't panic! He won't die.
Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent *sobs uncontrollably*
Chapter 5
Tris POV
Four ran out an hour ago. The initiates just left for lunch, and he's not back yet. I hope that he went somewhere to sleep, like the infirmary, but, knowing Four, he's probably sick.
I walk out and head towards the bathrooms. I don't hear anything. Where is he? I peek under each stall and at the end, I see a body in black curled up against the wall. It must be Four. I crawl under the door and sure enough it's Four. He's asleep, and I can't move him. I unlock the stall and leave to find someone to help me. I run into the cafeteria.
Will and Christina are sitting at our usual table, talking. They are a couple now. I'm about to get their attention when Zeke comes running up to me.
"Tris!" He sounds breathless.
"What? What's wrong Zeke?" I ask.
"There's a kid passed out on the floor in the bathroom." He says. "I just though you should know"
"I know." I say, frowning.
"Oh." Zeke says. "Is it the transfer Uriah told me about?"
"Yeah." Soon, Four was going to be known as "the sick kid", rather than "the initiate with only four fears".
"Will." I say. He looks up.
"What's up, Tris?" He asks lightly.
"I need your help with something." I say, hoping he doesn't hear the concerned urgency in my voice. Christina gives me a suspicious look.
"Sure." Will says. "Now?" I nod, and he gets up and follows me. I lead him to the boys' bathroom and he raises an eyebrow.
"Tris? Something you need to tell me?" He jokes.
"No." I say. "One of my transfers is sick and he's passed out in here. I need you to carry him."
"Oh. Okay." Will replies.
I lead him to the last stall and nudge the door open. Four is still there. I take note on how pale he is.
"Wow, he looks... Bad." Will says after a couple seconds. He bends down and lifts Four off the ground. "Okay, let's go." He says.
I lead him the back way to my apartment to avoid people. Four doesn't need anymore reasons for embarrassment later. When we reach my apartment, I lead Will to the guest bedroom. The bed is made; the covers pulled tight and smooth. Of course Four made the bed. I shake my head a little. I pull the covers back and Will lays Four on the bed.
"So this is the sick transfer, huh?" Will says. "Christina told me about him. He really has four fears?"
"Yeah." I say.
"That's really amazing." He says. "I guess I'll see you later."
"Sure." I reply. "I'll see you around."
Will left, and I decided to organize my apartment. I have a habit of leaving clothes on the floor. Still, I'm more organized than my friends. I start laundry, then go sit on the other side of the bed where Four is sleeping. I place my hand on his forehead, and sigh. He's feverishly hot now. I brush his cheek.
"Four?" I whisper. He moans and opens his eyes.
"Hey, Tris." He mumbles, quietly.
"How are you feeling?" I ask, softly. He stares at me like I should know.
"My stomach hurts." He says in a deadpan manner I almost laugh at how obvious his voice sounds.
"Well obviously." I say. "I mean, is it any better?" He shakes his head.
"Worse." He moans, clutching his lower abdomen. A nagging feeling rises in me. This isn't the flu. It's something else. Otherwise, he would be getting better instead of worse.
"Where does it hurt?" I say, gently.
He gestures to his right side. I probe the right side of his stomach starting from his ribcage and working my way down. When I get to about the middle of his bellybutton and waist, he shrinks away and whimpers. Now I have a better idea of what Four has. And it's definitely not the flu.
"I really don't want to do this," I say. "But I need to know for sure that I know what is wrong. I'm going to press lightly, okay?"
"Do I have a choice?" He whispers. I sigh a little.
"No, not really." At the same time I say this, I press on his bloated belly. He gasps in pain and his breathing quickens. His stomach muscles tighten under my hand. I I lift my palm. His face contorts in pain.
"Ugh, ow, ow, ow!" He says loudly, practically panting, while tears fill his eyes. He rolls onto his side, into the fetal position and wraps his arms tightly around his belly.
Tobias POV
"I really don't want to do this," She say. "But I need to know for sure that I know what is wrong. I'm going to press lightly, okay?" No. Don't. Please, just don't touch it.
"Do I have a choice?" I whisper. This is going to hurt really bad. I can just tell. She sighs.
"No, not really." I hardly hear her because she is pressing down on my poor, painfully bloated belly. I gasp in pain and my breathing quickens. My stomach feels like it's full to the point of bursting. There is so much pressure and pain.
She lifts her palm. Now the pain is worse, as the insides she was pressing on rush back into place; up against the wall of my abdomen. Its an exploding, burning pain. My face contorts.
"Ugh, ow, ow, ow!" I exclaim involuntarily, breathing hard. My stomach rolls angrily, and I groan, rolling onto my side I curl into the fetal position and wrap my arms tightly around my distended belly.
"Sorry!" Tris is saying. She repeats the words over and over as I lay here; my swollen stomach far from settled. She brushes my cheek and murmurs soothing words to me. Then my stomach lets out a massive moan. I stumble out of bed and make a mad dash for the bathroom.
Just like last time, my body has nothing to expel. For once the throbbing and extreme tenderness in my lower right abdomen is overshadowed by the rumbling, clenching, bursting sensation around my navel.
Tris is with me, rubbing soothing circles on my back while I sit here and try not to cry or pass out. When I'm done heaving, I lean back against her and press my hands to my tender stomach.
"Four, we are going to the hospital in Erudite right now." She sounds serious and really worried.
"What's wrong with me?" I whisper.
"You have appendicitis." She says.
A/N: sorry it took so long to update. I had to read into this illness to give you the full effect. REVIEW! :D