Hey Divergenters! I know that I haven't updated in so long, and I apologize for that! I have been working on my newest story, which I think that you all will like very much!
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Some switching around of POVS this chapter, and we get a view from Chrissy!
Also, please enjoy this three thousand word chapter! You all deserved it!
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Chapter XIX. Recovery
TRIS *Time Skip*
My eyes flicker. My head swirls around and there is a soothing type of pain stirring in my left shoulder.
I gasp and sit up, panting for air.
I am in a white, sterile room. I look down and I wear nothing but a black hospital gown.
"Oh good, you're awake!" a feminine voice says. I look at the direction of the door and a woman dressed in black with a red medical cross on her shirt stands there.
She approaches me. "You feeling okay?"
I nod, my muscles tense.
"What…What happened?" I say.
She frowns. "You were stabbed with a butter knife quite close to your heart. Your instructors took you and the other victim, your fellow transfer initiate Edward, here, with the help of a few transfer and Dauntless born initiates."
I nod, taking it all in.
"How long have I been out?"
"Just all night. It's an hour before noon. Lucky for you, they didn't have to cancel initiation, and you didn't miss any part of it."
I nod. As much as my mind screams at me to stand up; move around, my body resists to.
"So," I say, "I'm perfectly fine now." I state the question unlike one.
She nods, smiling. "Yes. We performed an extraction to remove the knife, and luckily it did not penetrate any internal organs, just muscle tissue."
I sigh in relief.
"And…what about Edward?"
She frowns. "Him…not so lucky. The knife was dug in too deep into his eye, and caused him blindness." I frown. "He dropped out of initiation and his girlfriend, Myra, followed him."
"What…" I stutter. "What happened to them?"
"They are Factionless." It's like the nurse's perky switch turned off.
"Oh."
Not my homie! He was the only other one who despised Peter out of the transfer group, besides Christina and Will.
"Have they found the suspect?" I say. I actually don't want Peter and Drew to be caught.
I don't want to be pitied anymore.
As much as I do want them to be.
"No. They cannot identify the figures on the security camera screen. So they're off the hook, since this isn't much of a crime in Dauntless."
A part of me deflates, and a part of me is happy.
Happy that they aren't caught and I won't be pitied, and sad that they are off the hook.
There is a knock on the door, and I perk up, in the slightest bit hope of it being my friends. Instead, it's another woman; my nurse walks up to the other nurse and talks to her for a minute or two, and then closes the door and walks back to me.
"You have visitors, would you like to let them in?"
I nod. "Yes," Then I remember my Abnegation manners. "Please."
She smiles and clicks the buzzer on the wall that I just noticed.
"Let them in."
CHRISTINA
We've all been in the waiting room, worried sick.
Uriah, Zeke, Will, and I.
Al, Lynn, and Marlene went back to the dormitory.
Edward came out an hour earlier, he and Myra dropped out together. Poor Edward is half-blind.
I cuddle into Will's side. I sniffle.
I can't believe anyone would do that to my best friend.
And it pains me knowing that she is inside that operating room, struggling to survive, basically getting a knife taken out of her heart; that brave girl who saved me from death by chasm, who I am so proud to call my nonbiological sister.
I hope she's okay.
Please.
A tear runs down my cheek. Will wipes it away. My lips turn upward the slightest bit and instantly turn into a frown again.
"Tris would like to see you."
As soon as those words tumble out of the nurse's mouth from the front desk, we all immediately get up and run.
In the corner of my eye, the nurse glares at us for running.
But I don't care.
I just run there with huge smiles on our faces.
Then I realize something.
"WHAT ROOM IS IT?!" Zeke screams out my thoughts.
We all stop running and groan simultaneously.
"Uriah my brother, go and runneth backeth to the front desketh and asketh what roometh Tris is ineth." Zeke says in a terrible medieval accent.
"Yes sir," Uriah says with a hint of annoyance.
He stubs his toe turning the corner and I can hear him mumble, "Fucketh," and I laugh.
Earlier, I was too sad to even smile the slightest bit.
Now, I know I can laugh, because I'm relieved.
Tris is okay.
Tris is okay.
Many thoughts run through my head.
What if Tris isn't okay? What if Tris is saying goodbye?
What if she's becoming Factionless?
What if?
"Guys, what if Tris is deciding to be Factionless?" I say, my voice slightly cracking of the terrible thought.
Zeke and Will frown.
"She won't, she's very strong." Zeke says.
"And one of the best Dauntless this faction can get! I highly doubt it Chris," says Will in his logical Erudite voice.
"Yeah Chris," says an exasperated Uriah coming back with his hands on his knees, panting heavily. "She won't. I'm pretty sure she's more of a Dauntless than all of us!"
"And she's been through way more than us." Zeke adds. I can tell he's thinking about his dead father and grand-parents and Uriah pats him on the back in a comforting brotherly way.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go see Trissy!" he exclaims.
We all bring a smile to our faces and run again, letting Uriah lead us.
Wait.
Uriah's leading us.
Well, time to get lost.
TRIS
I lay down on the bed with my head propped up by a few pillows, sipping on a can of soda to help me regain sugar in my body.
Then I hear a familiar voice.
"TRISSSYYYYYYYYY!"
I look up and Uriah bursts through the door, with Christina, Zeke, and Will hot on his heels.
I smile widely. "URI! CHRISSY! ZEKEY-BEAR! WILLY!"
They run up to me and embrace me.
I hug back, holding on to my best friends.
"Ow. Shoulder."
They release me and start talking rapidly at once.
"STOP! One at a time!" I shout.
"Tris oh my god you have no idea what I would've done if you weren't okay, oh my god," Christina says, hugging me. I can feel tears of joy escaping me.
And I'm not the only one. Christina cries lightly too.
I see Uriah tearing up and I laugh.
"Wow bro," Zeke laughs. "Why so emotional?" he teases.
"Shut up Zekey-bear," Uriah says, punching him lightly in the arm. "Tris is okay, how would you not care?"
Zeke just frowns and says, "Oh fuck it." And tears start welling up in his dark brown eyes and he hugs me. I can feel the back of my hospital gown getting slightly wet and the others hug me.
Then I realize that I am just wearing nothing underneath my gown and I blush.
They pull back and the tears dry out of their eyes, and I smile widely.
"Do you need help getting up?" The nurse says.
I shake my head. I bring my body to the right, and attempt to stand.
I groan of the pounding pain ringing throughout my body, and the nurse assists me; I stand up, holding the side of the bed and say, "Thank you."
I blush as I put my hands behind my back, covering my bare behind.
They look at me questionably.
"Why are you putting your hands behind your back?" asks curious Will.
I put tomatoes to shame and mumble, "I'm not wearing anything underneath."
The three boys blush and widen their eyes and Christina laughs.
"When am I getting my clothes back?" I ask the nurse, whose name I haven't even bothered to learn.
"Well, you were bare naked for the surgery and your clothes were dripping wet with blood so we put you in the hospital gown…" the nurse explains timidly and I blush.
"Don't worry, I'll bring you clothes. YES! I GET TO GIVE YOU A MAKEOVER!" Christina sing-songs.
I groan. "Whatever."
"You are clear to leave," the nurse says.
I nod, and place my soda can on the side table, and walk out of the door, holding my hands behind my back.
"Stop looking at my butt." I growl at Uriah and Zeke. They blush and look away.
I scoff.
Boys.
-o0o-
Christina and the others walk beside me. Luckily, Christina had an extra belt—why, I don't know—but I tied it around my waist so my gown covers my entire body.
We walk through the pit, passing the pire.
Many people have been telling me to have a quick recovery, and are glad that I'm okay, and one drunk pervert slapped my butt and Uriah, Will, and Zeke beat the crap out of him.
We make it to the initiate dormitory and I sneak a glare at Peter and his trio, who glares back. Al sneaks a smile at me. I smile back.
I notice Edward and Myra's beds empty. I frown.
Christina rummages through my box and frowns.
"We need to go shopping."
"No, we don't." I complain.
"Yeah, we do." She reasons. She holds up a pair of black jeans and a bra and underwear.
I blush. "This is all you have left, the blood stained some of your other clothes since your box was knocked open last night, so we need to shop."
As much as I don't want to, I have to admit, I really do need new clothes.
"Can't I just borrow yours?" I say.
She thinks about it and harrumphs. "Fine. But I get to put makeup on you,"
"Deal Chrissypoo." I smirk.
"Deal Trissypoo." She says.
She looks through her box and pulls out a black tank top with lacey designs on it.
She covers me with a blanket as I take off the belt and hospital gown and put on a black bra and underwear, and the black jeans and tank top.
"Christina, what about my shoulder?" I gesture to the bandages on my left shoulder.
"Ooh!" exclaims Zeke. I look at him. "Yes?"
He digs through his pocket and hands me a roll of athletic tape wrap.
"Thanks Zekey-bear!"
"No problem Trissypoo!"
"Ugh, why do you all have pet names for each other?" Will says jokingly.
"Shut it Willy." says Christina.
I laugh. Zeke wraps the tape around my shoulder and I look in Christina's hand mirror.
It's a black wrap, with roaring white flames on the front of it; the dauntless symbol.
"Wow, it's so pretty!" Christina says.
Then I get an idea.
"Hey, we should all put this on our left shoulders."
"Yeah!"
They all wrap the tape around their left shoulder and Zeke puts the tape back in his pocket.
"We match!" squeals Christina.
The Dauntless flames are on the front of each of our shoulders.
"Yeah, SWAG!" Uriah yells.
"What's SWAG?" I ask.
"Ugh, just another one of his pansycake things." Zeke says.
"No! SWAG means 'Something We All Got!'"
"Well, that actually makes sense." Will says.
"Wow, Will agreed with something Uriah said, what is happening?" I say.
Uriah gives me a look and I laugh.
Uriah looks down at his watch, which reads noon, and starts screaming.
"Uri, what the heck?" I say.
"WE'RE LATE FOR LUNCH AND THEY ARE SERVING DAUNTLESS CAKEEEE!" He yells.
"NOOOO! NOT THE CAKE!" I scream.
I love Dauntless cake.
LOVE IT.
We run out of the dormitory.
-o0o-
"Do you have any idea what happened?" Christina asks.
"We weren't there, so we didn't get the full story." Uriah says, mouth full of cake, and Zeke, Marlene, and Lynn nods in agreement.
"No shit Sherlock," exclaims a sarcastic Christina. We laugh, and then our laughs die down quickly when they see that I have my serious face on.
Then I remember.
I look up to see a dark familiar figure with a butter knife over my eye. "Don't move Stiff, make it easier for yourself." I scream and kick at him, and he flies back with a groan, but the knife flies out of his grip and I feel a burning, excruciating pain in my lower left shoulder.
My fists clench.
"I know who did it."
Zeke does a spit take on Uriah and he glares at his older brother.
"Who?"
"Peter and Drew."
Their eyes widen and they look infuriated.
"That's it…IMMA KILL THAT BEOTCH!" Christina says.
"NO!" I say, leaning across the dining hall table to push Christina's shoulders down.
"I don't want them to be caught…I don't want to be any more pitied." I say, looking down.
"Tris, they deserve it. And you won't be pitied!" Will says.
"Yeah," Zeke, Uriah, Lynn, Marlene, and Christina chorus.
"Guys, just please." I look up at them.
They groan. "Fine. But if they touch you again," Lynn says, and stabs her Dauntless cake.
Uriah gasps in horror. "NO! A PERFECT PIECE OF DAUNTLESS CAKE, RUINEDDDD!"
Half of the people in the dining hall look at him and he sinks down in embarrassment.
We laugh.
"Be right back, got to use the bathroom," I say.
"Okay." The others respond simultaneously.
I stand up and maneuver my way through the crowded room and into the hallway.
I follow the path I know of that leads to the restroom and I accidentally bump into a wall.
I look up and see those dark blue eyes.
"Tris, good to know you're okay." He says, but I know that he is very relieved.
"Thanks Four. Thanks for carrying me to the hospital," he blushes lightly.
"Yeah. Your boyfriend helped." I sense jealousy under his words.
"My boyfriend? Who?" I ask.
"Uriah."
I nearly burst out laughing.
"He's not my boyfriend."
He blushes. "Oh."
"I know who did it." He says.
I frown.
This is just what I wanted to avoid.
"Peter and Drew. Should I punish them?" he whispers.
I shake my head. "Four, please, no." I look into his eyes. "I don't want to be pitied."
"But—"
I cut him off. "Please?" I give him puppy-dog eyes.
He groans. "Fine, just stop looking at me like that."
I laugh.
"Thanks Four."
After using the restroom, I think about my encounter with Four on the way back to my table.
I sit down. "Hey."
"Hey."
"Four talked to me." I admit.
They all grin widely and wiggle their eyebrows at me.
I blush. "Not that way you idiots," they laugh.
"He knew about Peter and Drew," I whisper.
"And?" asks Marlene.
"I told him not to tell the leaders."
"Oh."
I laugh at the memory. "What?" they say.
"He thought Uriah was my boyfriend," Marlene slightly tenses up while the rest of us laugh.
"That's ridiculous, I like M—" My eyes widen and I throw my remaining Dauntless cake in Uriah's face to make him stop talking.
"Hey, what was that for?!"
I glare at him.
He understands his mistake. "Oh. Oops." He eats the cake off of his face and I pucker up my face in disgust. "There goes my cake."
Uriah shrugs. "I would've eaten it anyway when you were in the bathroom but the others told me not to."
I roll my eyes. "Yeah, I just got stabbed with one of these," I say jokingly, holding up a butter knife. They laugh.
"Hey Uriah," says a boy with tanned skin and looks exactly like Uriah except for light blue eyes.
"Sup Gabe?" Uriah replies, turning around to talk to him.
"We got the traditional Dauntless ceremony in a few minutes, you coming?"
"Yeah! Can they come?" Uriah says, gesturing to Will, Christina, and I; we're transfers, I almost forgot that after hanging out with Dauntless born so much.
"Yeah. Whatever." Gabe says, and runs back to his table with the other Dauntless born.
The Dauntless born run out of the room, along with a few Dauntless members.
"What's the ceremony?" asks Will.
Zeke, Lynn, Marlene, and Uriah smirk. "You'll see. Come on!"
Come on Guys, you know that I'd never kill Trissy in this story!
I wanted to add suspense, since I know that stories where Tris is a badass only had Edward stabbed, when Tris is in first place. I mean, why stab the second placed initiate instead of a first? I guess we know who's not Erudite for the suspect of the stabbing.
So yeah, Trissy's all healed and such.
Some fun moments next chapter!"
Sorry for the language. Review if you're fine with F BOMBS or not, I'll change it if not.
I'm sorry, but this tune makes me laugh so friggin much.
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