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Chapter 2

*Tris' p.o.v.*

"Come on, please wake up," I heard somebody say, sounded like Zeke, so my best bet is that it's Zeke. Then I heard a sniffle. What? I thought, Is the famous Zeke Peterson crying? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I have to see this! I opened my eyes, and sure enough, Zeke was sobbing into my right hand. I look around and see a cup of water on a stand. A very bright, white room. A curtain, a large window on the other side of the room with a nice view of the lake, and pretty much things that you would see in a hospital room. Hospital room? I think. I remember what happened. I heard a beeping and saw a heart rate monitor, next to a tube-y thingy with a needle attached to my arm with liquids flowing through it. I saw my phone on the stand also, so I picked it up, unlocked the screen, and started video taping Zeke crying. Zeke's started sobbing harder. I grabbed the cup of water and dumped it on his head.

"What the— Tris?!" he said as he shot up with a confused and angry face. It was quite funny actually, good thing I got it on video. "When did you wake up?"

"A little bit ago. Now. If I may ask. Why was the famous Zeke Peterson crying?" I say mischievously.

"Wh-What? I wasn't crying!" Zeke said trying to cover up his un-manliness.

"You're right. You were completely full blown sobbing and I got it all on video! I'm so showing Uri!" I said waving my phone in the air above my head.

"Give me that!" he said trying to grab the phone out of my head.

"Too fast for you?" I said seductively (I don't know, I can't place the word so yeah I used that on. SHUT UP!)

"You know what?" Zeke asked finally backing away.

"What?" I asked kind of nervously.

"I haven't given you a hug yet! HUGGIE TIME!" he said, then yelled.

"NO! Zeke don't you dare! If you and your soaking wet clothes even touch me I'm gonna—" I start but was cut off by Zeke.

"You're gonna what? Yank the needles out of your arms and start running around on your broken foot?" Zeke said mischievously.

"Needles? There's only one," I say matter-of-fact-ly.

"Obviously you can't count. Or you're just so oblivious that you only looked at one arm," he said while walking over to the other side of me and tugged on the many various tubes that were sticking out.

"AH! Gosh Zeke, you have no idea how much that hurt!"

"Then I'm betting that you don't wanna take them out of your arm just to get away from me," he said while enveloping me in a hug.

"ZEKE!" I yelled at him while shoving him away. Unfortunately, my body was over half way off the bed. I fell off the bed, and almost landed on the floor. Which would've been extremely painful because I would land on then needles in my arms, but Zeke caught me, and placed me back on the bed carefully. He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

"Hey, keep the pda on low. Remember you get sued if you get it on in a hospital," I heard someone from the doorway say. I looked around Zeke to see Four and Uriah standing there smirking.

"You're late," Zeke said while clicking his tongue.

"No, you're early," Four corrected while walking over to the other side of the bed. Uriah just casually laid down next to me.

"Ph. No," Zeke tried to blow it off casually.

"We're not idiots, Zeke. We know what you were planning. I read your diary, you know," I laugh, but stop when Zeke glares at me. I glare back.

"STARING CONTEST!" Uriah yells in my ear. Of course, he claps right in front of my face and I blink.

"Screw you, Uriah!" I yell at him, and shove him off the bed. Four chuckles, and I throw my pillow at him. Well I tried to anyways. I had to stifle a scream once I moved my body to get the pillow.

"Easy," he said while coming over and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Now why does Four get to sit on the bed but I can't?!" Uriah whined.

"Because Four, first of all didn't plop down on the bed. He didn't lay down on the bed. He didn't touch me, and he didn't yell in my ear. Now, does that explain?" I said to Uriah with a smirk.

"That's no excuse," Uriah says girl-ish-ly.

"Yes it is," I say while starts to walk to the other side of me. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing. Except for this," he says as he tugs on a few of the needles, and starts tickling me.

"URIAH! St-stop it! I- can- barely- breathe! Knock it off!" I squeal as he tickles me.

"Only if you say the magic words!" he says over my squealing.

"Get off me now, before I rip off your—" I start to say but am cut off by Zeke.

"Okay you two children that's enough. Now we can..." he started to say but the door opens and in walks a nurse, doctor, person.

"Visiting times are over boys. One of you can spend the night with her, but the other two have to leave in the next 20 minutes," she says and walks back out of the room.

"Well Uriah, let's get going. You and I already spent the night here. It's Four's turn. Come on, say good bye to your loving sister," Zeke says after hugging me and kissing my forehead. Okay, so you guys an hush, they're all basically brothers.

"Goodbye little sister! I love you!" Uriah says in a childish voice while coming over to me and doing the same thing.

"Bye guys," I say to them, and then they leave. "So, you guys have been sleeping at the hospital? Why?" I ask Four.

"You're like our little sister. Why wouldn't we?" Four asked.

"Yeah, I guess. But what happened after I was out? And anyways, how long was I out?" I ask him.

"Well, Peter is tied up in the basement of the Theta sorority house still, we kind of injured him so he would answer some questions, and we decided that we would untie him when you got there. Christina screamed and called an ambulance. They examined you, and you have a fractured ankle, a broken wrist, and a few broken ribs. You were out for three days. By the way, you can change into your own clothes now, it's just you might need a little help," he told me, while saying the last part shyly. He hands me one of my plain tank-tops and knee-length shorts, underwear in between them.

"Thanks for holding Peter, and thanks for the clothes," I said gratefully. "Um... Could you turn around for a bit?" I ask him nervously.

"Yeah,"

"No peeking!"

"Wasn't gonna, just say if you need help," he says.

"Well, okay? I guess. Anyways why would I need help?" I said after pulling on my under-clothes and grabbed my tank top. "Ow!" One of the needles got caught on the bottom of the tank top.

"Do you know why now?" he asked, I could hear him smirking. "Do you need help?" I can hear you smirking.

"Please?" I ask. He turns around still smirking and walks back over to me. He takes the tank-top from me, and places over my head. Then he grabs the pants. Oh god... I think.

"You know you're gonna have to help me on this one right?" he says while looking up at me.

"Yeah..." I say then I move my arms around his neck so he can pick me up. I feel him slide the shorts on, and move down. I release his neck and lay back a little. I can see he looks over at the clock. Wow... 11:59. It's almost tomorrow. I thought to myself.

"Time for you to go to bed, little girl," he says while turning back to me smirking.

"Aww! But Jaws is about to come on! At least let me watch half!" I whine.

"How about I record it, and you can watch it in the morning?" he argues.

"No! I'll be leaving tomorrow!" I said, hoping the last thing was true.

"No you won't, you're stuck here until the end of the week. By the way, it's Monday," he says smiling.

"Man! Mhllllll !" I said while sticking my tongue out. He comes back over, picks me up out of my ball, and lays me back on the bed in a sleeping position.

"Goodnight, Tris!" Four says to me while going over to the T.V. and hitting record.

"Goodnight idiot!" I whisper yell at him. He turns back around to me with a fake-hurt face.

"Just for that..." he says while walking over to one of the machines and turning a knob, I was out like a light.

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