Tobias gently lays Tris down on his bed and walks into the bathroom to clean the blood off his hands. Some of the blood is theirs, some his and some is hers from carrying her. As he washes his hands, he also uses that time to calm himself down. He needs to clear his head or he will go back out there and find them and finish what he started. They were lucky that Tris was hanging over that railing or he probably would not have been able to stop. He glances out at Tris, still asleep and continues scrubbing, cleaning under every nail. Any sight of the blood will remind him there are three creeps out there wishing harm on Tris.

He hears her stir and wipes off his hands before he heads to his freezer. He grabs out an ice pack and walks over to her. He sees her eyes dart to his hands and he knows what she is going to say. "Your hands." "My hands are none of your concern." He sits right on the edge of the mattress, leans over her, and slides the ice pack under her head. His body is screaming at him to lie down with her but he knows this is definitely not the right time. As he starts to pull away, she lifts her hand to his lip, where it is cut, and concern pulls her lips down. "Tris, I'm alright." "Why were you there?" she asks.

Four has a million thoughts rush through his head; 'I was following you.' 'I was trying to find a way to tell you that I think I'm falling in love with you.' 'I had to take a long walk to clear my head of images of kissing you.' Instead he settled for a small lie. "I was coming back from the control room and heard a scream." Her hand drops from his face and it instantly feels cold, vacant. "What happened to the others?" He sees the fright in her eyes and he wants to assure her nothing will happen to her ever again. "Drew is in the infirmary, I went back after I brought you here and took him there, he was still unconscious. Peter and Al ran like the cowards they are. Drew said they were just trying to scare you when I woke him up but I don't believe it." "He's in bad shape?" "He'll live but I can't guarantee what condition." He sees Tris smile and whisper, "Good."

Four just sits on the edge of the bed watching her and marveling at her strength. Just an hour ago she was fighting for her life hanging over the chasm. Four took a chance and rested his hand on the side of her face, what he wouldn't do to kiss her right now. His thumb was skimming over her cheekbone and just the contact alone was making him dizzy. "I could report this," he says to her, giving her a hard look to assure her he is on her side. "Thanks but no. I don't want them to think I'm scared." Four smirked, always had to be tough, and said, "I figured you'd say that." He saw her shift her body and he grabbed one of her shoulders and helped her prop herself up. He heard her groan and wonders why she is keeping her guard up. "It's just me, you can let yourself be in pain."

He sees the tears in her eyes and sees the strength it takes to hold them in. "I suggest you rely on your transfer friends to protect you from now on." 'Although I would love for you to say you want me to, I will protect you with my life.' She looked at him with tears threatening to spill over, "I thought I was but Al…" Four felt the fury rise up in him. Al had no right to put his hands on her in a caring way and then turn around and betray her. If Four ran into him again, he wasn't sure he would be able to stop himself from beating the shit out of that kid, especially after seeing the look on Tris' face she had now. "He wanted you to be a small, quiet Abnegation girl. You aren't, you are so much more than that and that scared him. Your strength scared him and made him feel weak. That is the only reason he did this to you." Tris nodded along with him but he wasn't sure he convinced her.

"I think if you showed some vulnerability the others wouldn't be quite so jealous of you." Her eyes flashed at him, the fire returning slightly, "You think I have to pretend to be vulnerable?" He shook his head at her, amused at her passion. "Yes I do. I already know that tomorrow you are going to want to march in at breakfast with your head held high to prove them wrong. But you need to do the opposite. Let the bruises show, keep your head down." He saw her pale at the idea of showing weakness, he understood. He fought against weakness his whole life, wanting to always appear strong but it also made him enemies. "I don't think I can do that." She looked at him through her lashes, genuinely confused on what he was asking her to do. "You have to." "You don't get it. They touched me." Four couldn't breathe, the fury he buried earlier rose up with more intensity than he's ever felt. It took every ounce of his strength to stay sitting on that bed. "Touched you," he repeated, knowing his eyes were full of anger. "Not in the way you are thinking but almost." Four looked away in disgust for what almost happened to her, how dare they take that from her. Peter should know that is sacred especially to a Stiff, but that is probably why he did it. They are lucky he didn't know that before or none of them would have found their way home tonight.

He felt Tris staring at him but he was still unable to speak, he had let them run, thinking it was for the best that he didn't kill them but now his mind was rethinking his decision. "What is it?" she asked as she put her hand on his. "I don't want to say this but I think your safety is more important than being right for the time being. Understand?" He looked at her and held her eyes so she knew what he said next he meant with absolute certainty. "But when the situation arises, ruin them." He was so close to the edge right now as he looked at her and imagined their hands on her that she was the only thing keeping him in this room. He hears her let out a shaky laugh, "You are a little scary Four." At that moment, he didn't want to be Four, he wanted to be someone who didn't have secrets from her but he couldn't tell her yet. So he settled for his usual mysteriousness, "Do me a favor, don't call me that." She glanced at him curiously, "What should I call you then?" Four knew very soon he would lay it all on the line for her but not this second. "Nothing….yet," he said as he removed his hand from her face.