I don't own Divergent.
Hey, everyone. I want to know if I should delete/abandon this story or continue? It's not very popular compared to my other FanFic, so I don't know if I should both putting time into it if no one cares. I have about enough already written for a few more chapters, but should I write more? Please answer; your opinions will make the decision.
Enjoy!
"Okay." I shrug and leave, turning out the light.
When I reach the waiting room, my father is still talking with the receptionist and Lauren is standing at the door waiting for me.
"When can I see him? Is he awake?" are the first words out of her mouth.
"Umm, he's asleep. But he's being released soon. I don't think he'll be up for any visitors once he's out. He's pretty badly hurting. Maybe you can talk to him on Monday. If he feels up for going to school." I answer, trying to be as polite as possible.
"You're lying," she accuses. "He's awake and you just don't want me to see him 'cause I'm competition for you!"
I can't hold my laugh in. "Sorry, slut, but that just isn't true. I was trying to be nice, but Four is asleep and even if he were awake I don't think he'd want to see you."
My father chuckles quietly and she shoots him a glare before turning back to me. "Take me to Four. Now."
"Okay, but his doctor won't be happy if you wake him up. He needs rest," I warn her. I take her to Four's room and rap lightly on the door to let him know I'm here. "Four? I have Lauren with me. She wants to see you. Are you awake?" Suddenly, I'm glad I turned the lights off. I open the door and Four is fake-sleeping peacefully. When we walk in, he shifts and mumbles something.
"Tris," he mumbles again. "Bee-tris. Beatrice!" (A/N Harry Potter scene stealing….:))
Lauren bursts into fake tears and leaves, still fake sobbing. I touch his cheek and smile. He opens his eyes and grins. "I do well enough?"
I shake my head. "Geez, Four, I think you just broke that girl's heart."
He raises his eyebrows. "I don't think she has one." I close the door and turn on the lights, and Four pats a space on the bed next to him. I sit next to him and he wraps his arms around me.
"About the county home -" I begin.
"I don't want to talk about it," Four says, suddenly cold and tense.
"Okay." So I change the subject. "You excited to get out of here?"
He nods. "Can I keep some of my stuff at your house? Just, you know, in case."
I nod and kiss his forehead again. "I'm going to go see if they're ready to release you and you can change into the sweatpants and sweatshirt, okay?" Four nods and I hand him the clothes, leaving and shutting the door behind me.
"Are they going to release him?" I ask my dad, tugging his sleeve like I did when I was a child.
"Soon, Beatrice. Is he ready to leave?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then why don't you help him out here?" Dad suggests gently, reading yet another piece of paper.
I race back to his room to find….