The next few days were horrible.
In the hospital, if I was awake, pain racked my body. If I was asleep, I re-lived supply closets and lockers from my old school.
Finally, I woke up and felt less pain. I stayed awake, only to hear Tobias crying out in his sleep, in his bed next to mine. I wondered what bad memories he could have. I made a mental note to ask him.
Enter, the nurse. I recalled her name; Rebecca.
She smiled at me and gently woke up Tobias.
"Your parents are here to see you." She told us and left.
My parents and another man walked in. The man I recognized as someone who worked in the Office. He was an important person in Chicago. He didn't seem to approve of me, and seemed angry at Tobias for something, but still very dignified and didn't go farther than a few sharp words, then he seemed loving and caring. We talked for a while, then they left.
Tobias looked at me. "There's something I've been hiding from you." He said slowly. "My dad…"
I nodded in encouragement, almost dreading what he was about to say.
"My dad is… not."
"Like the man in the picture, with Rebel…" I trailed off and gasps, as the other pieces of the puzzle drifted together.
"Rebel is your sister, and that man is your dad. Both of you, you and Rebel, that man's your dad."
Tobias nodded silently. "I ran away to live with my mother. She couldn't come because she's hiding from dad."
"I can imagine that your leaving would make him go… harder… on Rebel."
He shrugged. "I guess so. I'm sorry for hiding this from you." He leaned over and kissed my cheek.
I suddenly knew something. "We have to get her back."
He face palmed. "Gee, I wonder what I've been trying to tell you the past five minutes!"
He called for Nurse Rebecca.
"When can we leave?" He asked.
"Your mom is picking you up in a few days, Tobias." She said. "You will leave together, and Beatrice will be picked up from your house."
Before she left, she gave Tobias a note. "This was near the scene of the shooting. The little girl wanted me to give this to you and tell no one about it. She said it was private and I wasn't to read it. Well, she said nothing. We communicated in sign language." She then left.
Tobias read aloud, his voice breaking every so often in moans. "He's threatening things, Tobias, Tris. How soon can you come? I might be dead by tomorrow, by his or my doing. I can't take this anymore."
We looked at each other. "A few days might be too late." I said slowly. "We'd better get better soon."
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