I don't own Divergent.
Hey, everyone. Sorry I haven't updated and that this is so short. Enjoy it anyway...
Four sits in a chair outside the door. I meet his eyes and he nods. Dad and I walk in.
Booth is sitting beside the hospital bed. His father, Paul, whose breathing is labored and shallow, coughs when he sees us.
"Andrew!" he calls, and then coughs again. "Bea!"
My dad kneels next to the bed and begins talking to him. I touch Booth's shoulder, and he stands up and presses his face into my neck.
"Sshh," I whisper, smoothing his hair. "It's okay, Seeley. Ssh."
"No," he replies, voice choked. "No, Bea, it isn't. Why him? Isn't one parent enough?"
"Booth..." I trail off and hug him tighter. "It isn't fair."
Booth begins to sob quietly, and I quiet him as best I can. Paul is glancing over at us often and I glance back when I can. "Why, Bea?"
"Sometimes God isn't fair," I say softly. Booth then begins to get himself under control, and he sits back next to his dad.
I take one of Booth's hands and one of my dad's hands, and we form a little circle. "We can be strong, guys."
Everyone here has tears running down their faces. Booth is particularly angry looking.
We sit with them for another few hours, trying to lightheartedly reminisce. Then Paul takes a shaky breath and collapses, and something starts beeping. My dad rushes out, and Booth frantically shakes his dad's shoulders. I take Booth's shoulders and pull him away. He tears himself away from me and goes back.
"No!" he yells. "Dad! No!"
"Dad!" I yell. "Help!"
My dad returns and helps me restrain Booth. A doctor and a nurse come in and we watch as they try and fail to revive Paul. Booth in in hysterics now. The doctor notices and walks over.
"I'm sorry, Seeley. There's nothing more we can do," he says, knowing his words aren't of any comfort. "Your father was a great man."
"No," Booth protests hysterically, "he is a great man. He's just - you can fix him."
"No, Booth, they can't," I reply sadly. Then Booth crumples. My dad and I sit I the ground with him for a while. Then Four walks in and sits behind me, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"I hate to say it, but we should be going," Tobias says. "Andrew, is it possible for you to stay here and, er, deal with things and have me drop Tris and Seeley off at your house?"
My dad nods numbly, and Four boosts Booth up. Four takes the car keys from my dad. We have to pull Seeley to get him to come, and Four practically drags him to the car. I sit numbly in the backseat with Booth, and Four nervously meets my eyes a few times.
When we get to my house, Booth gets out and starts puking in the bushes. Four hauls him up into my house and hands him some mouthwash. I walk into my room and curl up on the bed, not crying, not sleeping, just sitting there. Sometime later, Four comes in, drops Seeley on the bed, and picks me up. He carries me to his room, where he curls up around me and starts to hum. I soon recognize it as a lullaby, and slowly drift off to sleep.