Christina's POV

The day is approaching, each hour passing faster and faster. The hands of the clock seem to tick as fast as my heart beat after jumping on a train. Now that Tris has been released, I don't have to bounce back and forth between the rooms. I can concentrate on Uriah, and Zeke. Zeke may not be in a coma, but he may as well be. He's almost as bad as Four, walking around like a zombie, slowly, with no grace, no where to go. We sit by Uriah's side, day after day, hour after hour, minute after minute. We don't speak, and I'm glad. There's not much to say.

As much as I don't want to be for Tris' sake, I'm mad at Four. There were other people involved in the bombing, but I didn't know them. Having a personal connection to Four makes me focus all the blame towards him. I hope someday I'll get over it, for Tris' sake. I can't try to hide my anger and hurt; being raised as Candor, that goes against every cell in my body.

And so we both just sit here, waiting to see who will win the race: Uriah's consciousness, or time. To our dismay, time is in the lead. I can only hope that Uriah can find some strength to pass the finish line first.

Sometimes I make Zeke take a shower or go get food just so that I can have alone time with Uriah. He may not even be able to hear me, but I talk to him anyways. They're usually useless stories, just so that I have something to tell him. The hope of him being able to hear me is the only thing keeping me together. Having him in a coma with a slim chance of waking up is like a bitch slap in the face from Karma. I don't know what I did, but killing the 2 guys I've ever liked? It seems kind of harsh to me.

Yes, I like Uriah. Not "like", but "like like". When we came to the Bureau, I had no one. Tris had Four, Tori was shot, Caleb had Cara (such a nerd couple!), and Uriah and I were just alone. He had to leave his brother in the city, and I had to leave behind the memories of Will. We had only been officially one night, so I couldn't say it was love. I had just been so excited; guys had never had an interest in me because I was Candor. But Will did. He liked Candor Me and Dauntless Me. And I loved that about him. When he was shot, I was devastated. And that was before I found it it was Tris.

I had come to the Bureau to heal and find a new life. It turns out I had brought my medicine and my new life with me in Uriah.

He made me laugh, and I never got tired of listening to him, which was a big thing because all my life people listened to me. He was Dauntless, but he wasn't cruel or reckless like Eric or Max. He was like my own Four.

Is, I mentally correct myself. Uriah is still here, lying next to me, his limp hand in mine, wires and tubes erupting from his arms.

The doctors said it was next to hopeless. The machine is keeping his heart beating, there is a cannula in his nose feeding him oxygen, and although there is brain activity, there's very little. His wounds aren't healing properly, due to lack of nutrients from not eating anything. The only vitamins and nutrients his body gets comes from a clear plastic bag, connecting to a tube that goes into his arm. Even with this, he has lost weight, and his skin is as translucent as rice paper. The hair on his head sticks to his head, limp and greasy. And his eyes stay glued shut, no longer twinkling with tears from laughing so hard.

But yet, I have not given up. I'm staying here till the very end, whether its a sad or happy ending.

Only time will tell.

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A day before Uriah is to be unplugged, I send Zeke to go eat some lunch, after realizing it's been almost a whole day since he's eaten. He reluctantly leaves, after the same argument we have every time, he says he can't leave him, I say Uriah wouldn't have wanted him to kill himself out of grief, he says I don't know him, I say how would you know, you didn't see him for a month before this happened, and he shuts up.

Knowing Zeke will eat half a meal before rushing up here, and that this is the last moment I may ever have with Uriah again, I close the door after Zeke and sit back down next to Uriah, putting his delicate hand in between mine. I sigh.

"I know you probably can't hear me, Uri, but I hope you can. This could be our final goodbye alone. You were second in initiation, you're supposed to be the strongest of all of us. Why won't you wake up? I need you. You're my best friend. And... Well I wanted us to be more than just best friends. I really like you, Uri." A smile teases on my lips for the first time in forever, "I wish I had told you that before the accident. But... for some reason, I never felt brave enough to tell you. I tried. But, I know you have a thing for Marlene. And we're just friends. But, listen! If you don't wake up you'll never be able to make a move on Marlene! You just have to wake up. I don't care if you don't like me back, I just had to tell you at least once."

Tears stream down my face.

"God damn it, Uriah! Not you, too. I can't lose you, too. Please. Fight for Marlene, for Zeke, for anyone who will keep you fighting! We're running out of time! You can't-" I cover my mouth with my hand, strangling a sob.

I close my eyes, squeezing the tears out, and lift his hand up to my face, stroking it against my cheek. Deciding that it's now or never, I put his hand down, and, very gently, lean down and press my lips to his.

As I pull away, I feel a breath escape his lips. Thinking I must be hallucinating from my lack of sleep, I ignore it and pull away, returning to my original position: sitting in a stiff, wooden chair next to his bed, holding his hand between both of mine. As I watch him, I see him break free of the paced breathing pattern the machines are controlling for him, taking a breath against the machines. I gasp. The heart monitor shows that his heart is accelerating, making the machine groan. The machine groans a few times before I realize it isn't the machine.

It's Uriah.

I quickly call a nurse, before returning to his side.

"Hey, Uri? Can you hear me? You're fine, you're going to be fine. I promise. Stay awake, Okay? The doctor's almost here."

I don't see Zeke walk in, but suddenly he's sitting on the other side of the bed, holding Uriah's other hand.

"What's happening?" Zeke asks urgently, "Is he waking up?"

"I don't know," I respond, glad to finally be having a conversation without yelling at each other, "but I called the nurse, they should be here any minute."

As if on cue, a few nurses and a doctor come trailing into the room. They ask us to move away, and refuse to answer our questions. I obliged, but Zeke just sat there. The doctor started getting frustrated, but Zeke was yelling that he couldn't leave Uriah. Zeke tried to take a swing at the doctor, but I jumped between them and grabbed his fist, using his momentum against him to twist it behind his back. After failing to escape, he calmed down and we walked out into the hall. I leaned against a wall, as Zeke paced back and forth between us, brows furrowed together in concentration.

"What happened?" He finally asked me.

"What do you mean?" I say.

"What did you do that made him wake up?" He stops pacing, "You were talking to him again, weren't you? You always talk to him when I leave."

"Ya." I admit as I slip down the wall and sit on the cold tile floor.

He sits next to me. "What did you say to him?"

I shake my head, "I don't think me talking to him made him wake up."

"What did you say to him?" He insists.

I look down at my hands, fiddling with my fingers. "I told him I liked him. I had to tell him once, even if he couldn't hear me. Which apparently he could..." I trail off.

He laughs. "I can't believe he didn't know already. He's such an airhead sometimes."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Well, a girl who stays with a guy even when he's in a coma looking as ugly as HELL with a slim chance of surviving either likes him or is inheriting his money." He looks at me, "And I'm pretty sure you're not inheriting his money, cause he didn't even have a job before the war, therefore he had about as much money as a factionless man."

I laugh, "Ya... and then... I might have... kissed him." I whisper the last part.

He looks me in the eye. "That's it! Oh my God, it's just like that old story my mum told me when I was little, about a girl who was asleep at the top of a tower for a hundred years until a prince found her. He kissed her and she woke up!" He laughs, "I always knew my brother was a princess!"

I laugh with him. "I don't think he woke up because I kissed him!" I said after I settled down, "He doesn't even like me," I say as I look at my hands again, "He likes Marlene."

He scoffs, "Please, they've been best friends since they were born. They've had plenty of time to take it to the next level, but they never did. They never liked each other like that. They're more like brother and sister."

My eyes widen and I look at him. "Really?" I ask.

"Yes, you pansycake. Why did you wait until he was in a coma to tell him?"

I smile, "I don't know. I thought he didn't like me, and I was scared that it would be awkward."

"Pansycake." He mutters under his breath. I shove him and look up to see a doctor standing over us.

"He's awake. He wants to see you."

SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED! Although, while I was gone, I wrote a one shot for TFIOS. Check it out on my profile!

Hope you enjoyed the beginning of URSTINA! lol they have a weird couple name! Anyways, notice how my chapters are getting longer? I'm following your advice, guys! I hope you continue to enjoy my story!

Also, you may have noticed that I put chapter 1 and 2 together, deleted the old chapter 7, and edited a few details in some chapters. Sorry if it confused you, but I hated my last chapter 7! I only wrote it so that I could update, but it was terrible. And I apologize for that.

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