Authors Note: Hey everyone! Thank you so much for reading! I've gotten some great reviews, and I'm so appreciative! I've had a few people comment on the length of my chapters. I know they're a little short, but I don't plan on making this fic super-long to begin with. And honestly, it's easier for me to get into character for shorter periods of time. I'm not much of a writer, you see. Anyway, here's the next chapter! Thanks for reading! -BK

Tobias' POV

The doctor talked to me for a while longer. I can't remember what he said, something about blood loss and regaining consciousness. I think he said they've given her 16 pints of blood, but can't figure out why she's unconscious. I still feel like I'm underwater.

I haven't left Tris' side since I arrived. Christina came to visit, but she only stayed for a little while. "It's too hard," she said. I don't want to see Tris like this either, but I'm not going to leave her.

I look at her small frame, covered by white hospital sheets. Even with the bruises covering her face, she still looks beautiful.

I flash back to the memories we share together. Going through my fear landscape, the time I was drunk at the chasm and told her she looked good, and of course, her jump into Dauntless.

When her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. I pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stood before me, short and thin and plain in all ways unremarkable- except that she had jumped first. The Stiff had jumped first. Even I didn't jump first. Her eyes were so stern, so insistent. Beautiful.

But that wasn't the first time I ever saw her. I saw her in the hallways at school, and at my mother's false funeral, and walking the sidewalks in the Abnegation sector. I saw her, but I didn't see her; no one saw her the way she truly was until she jumped.

I look at her, thinking of her beautiful blue eyes beneath her closed eyelids. If only she would open them. Just one more time.

I want so desperately to do something- anything- but all I can do is sit here and pray for her to wake up.

I've never been a praying person. Some families in Abnegation prayed to a God, but mine never did. No surprise, considering my father was abusive and my mother faked her own death. But I remember Tris saying that her family prayed before meals. I think she would want me to pray for her now. So I do.

Um, hi God. I don't really know you well, but Tris did, I think, so I just thought I would ask you to bring her back to me. I can't bare to be without her. Looking at her now, she looks so fragile, so small. Not the strong girl I knew in Dauntless. Bring her back, please.