*Just to clarify* For the next, I don't know, maybe 4-6 chapters: Tobias's POV will be leading up to the attack from Chapter 37 and Tris's POV will be current, as in after the attack.

Tris

"How're you feeling?"

Tobias is standing over the top of me with a bottle of pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

"I don't want that," I say pushing the pills away.

"It's not the antidepressants," he sits down on the bed beside me. "Just to help with some of the pain."

"I don't want them," I say stubbornly.

"Well, I'm going to leave them right here," he sets them on the bedside table. "Christina is here."

"Will you send her in?" I ask.

"Of course," his smile is strained. "If you need anything..."

"I know," I smile at him, placing my hand over his.

He slides his hand down my cheek and then behind my head, through my hair, and presses a soft kiss to my forehead which lasts longer than I think either of us expected.

"I love you," he says, his voice thick and rough, his forehead now on mine. "I swear I'm going to..."

"Shh," I run my hands through his hair. "This wasn't your fault, Tobias."

"I'm going to find him."

His answer is short, cold, and deadly. His eyes are almost black as he looks at me and his jaw is set to stone.

"I love you, too," I squeeze his hand.

"I'll send Christina in," he walks away.

His dismissal stings. I know that this is harder for him than he's willing to show, but it still hurts.

"Hey," Christina says weakly as she stands in the doorway. "How're you doing?"

I sigh. I don't want people walking on eggshells around me.

"Sorry," she frowns. "I guess that's a stupid question."

"No," I shake my head. "It's not."

"Okay," she nods slightly and sits down on the edge of the bed.

"Four's not handling it well," I avoid answering her question. "I'm waiting for him to break."

"I think he probably already has," she frowns again. "Have you seen his knuckles?"

I think back to just moments ago when I was holding his hand. How did my mind not register the rawness of his knuckles or the bruising that covered his hand?

"Yeah," I close my eyes. "I have."

"And they have no idea who did this?"

"According to what I heard him and Zeke talking about, no."

"How could someone get away with something like this without anyone seeing him or the cameras picking it up?"

"They're really smart."

"They can't be that smart," she shakes her head. "I know Four is determined to find them. And Lord help them when he does. They won't make it for a trial."

"No," I shake my head rapidly. "You can't let that happen."

"Um, may I ask why you wouldn't want Four to beat the life after them after what they did to you?"

"I don't want him to get in trouble."

"Do you really think that anyone is going to care that he beat the man that brutally attacked and assaulted his girlfriend to death? And even if they did, do you really think that anyone wants to cross Tobias Eaton? Or, you? Because they have to know that if they even try to do anything to him that you'll come unglued."

"I don't think that they'd let us get away with murder, Christina."

"From what I've heard in the pit, there are more people than just us that want to get rid of this guy," she gives me a small smile. "People apparently don't take kindly to someone hurting you."

"I really don't want to talk about this anymore," I grimace.

"Okay," she sighs. "What would you like to talk about?"

The room is silent while I take a moment to think.

"How are you and Uriah?" I ask finally.

"We're good," she smiles, a genuine smile this time.

"And Zeke and Shauna?"

"Just as perfect as ever."

"How's Caleb?" I ask slowly.

"If you want to know if he's been informed of the attack, the answer is no."

"Why not?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Because no one has really cared to speak to him, let alone inform him of the well being, or lack thereof, of his sister."

"I know that he's done some really terrible things," I say, "but he's still my brother and I think he should know."

"He's probably heard about it from the mutterings in the Pit," she shrugs.

"No, Christina," I shake my head. "That's not good enough. I'm asking you to tell him."

"Why not Four?"

"Because he's not exactly in the mindset to go speak to the brother that has almost gotten me killed multiple times."

"Good point," she sighs. "Okay, I'll do it. But you owe me."

"Thank you."

"How do you want me to tell him?"

"I'll write something down for you."

She brings me a pen and a pad of paper, then excuses herself to go get a drink. I stare at the blank sheet trying to find the best way to share the information. I take a deep breath, resituate myself in the bed, and press the pen to the paper.

Caleb,

I know you may have heard already, but I wanted to make sure that you were informed in a better way than just hearing people rant and rave in the pit. I was attacked, brutally and mercilessly. Things were done to me that I can not yet begin to even mentally register, let alone write it all down in a letter. You and I have had a rough road, and many people don't think kindly of you, but you're still my brother. You deserve to know what happened to the only family that you have left. I am currently home and am being taken care of. Please don't feel the need to come and see me. I don't think Tobias would respond well to you coming here. Just know that I am okay.

Sincerely,

Tris

It sounds cold, and rather pathetic, but that's all I can muster to say to him. I tear the sheet off of the pad and fold it into thirds. I label it with his name and place it, along with the writing materials, on the edge of my bed. I lay back on the pillows behind me and close my eyes for a moment. I hear footsteps approaching, and then I hear the rustling of the paper as it is removed from the bed. The footsteps retreat, and then they're back. Before I know it, I feel a gentle hand wiping the tear from my cheek that I hadn't realized escaped.

"It's okay," Tobias's thick voice says. "Take these."

I slowly open one eye and see the pill bottle that he's holding in front of me. This time I know it's the antidepressant, but I don't really care. I sigh and open both eyes before taking one of the pills from him.

"Sleep," he runs his hand over my head after he sets the bottle down. "You need to get some rest."

"Where's Chris?"I ask.

"I brought her the note," he answers shortly. "She went to deliver it. Now, you need to get some rest."

He waits for me to get settled again and then he pulls the blanket around me tighter. He kisses my forehead and then turns to leave.

"Tobias."

My voice sounds foreign, and before I know it, my arm is outstretched and holding onto his forearm, trying to stop him from moving.

"Stay."

He looks back down at me and his entire body tenses. My eyes gaze from his, down to the arm that I'm holding onto, and down to his knuckles. He must notice, because he pulls his hand away and I can see his jaw clench.

"Stay," I repeat.

His gaze slowly softens and I can see him take a deep breath before he sits down on the bed.

"I have a lot of work to do," he remarks.

"I don't want to go to sleep alone."

My voice sounds smaller than it ever has before. As a child, I never had the irrational fears that some of the other kids my age had. I was never afraid of the dark. I didn't think that there was a monster under my bed. I wasn't afraid of anyone hurting me. As a matter of fact, those fears were considered selfish, because it meant that you were more concerned about yourself and your own well-being than you were about those around you or who needed your help. As I got older, the only fear that was known among the Abnegation was of the Factionless. It was an unspoken fear, but I could see it in the faces of anyone who came near them. I was never truly afraid until it came time for my aptitude test.

Every fear that I've ever had, though, is nothing compared to this. I try to close my eyes, and I can see bits and pieces of my attacker. Nothing identifiable, but I know what's happening. If I sit for too long in a quiet room, I feel like the walls are closing in and I'm suffocating. I wonder if that's what Tobias feels like when he's in a small space.

I'm not sure how long I've been lost in my own thoughts, but when I come back to reality, Tobias is staring at me intently.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

His brow is furrowed and his eyes are searching mine for some kind of hidden answer.

"I was just thinking," I try to smile.

Suddenly, we hear someone pounding on the front door. The Four mask takes over his face, and in seconds he's flinging the front door wide open.

"What?" I hear him grunt.

"I'm here to see Tris."

The other voice sounds familiar, but currently I am unable to place it.

"You shouldn't be here, Caleb."

"I need to see my sister," he sounds desperate.

"She doesn't want to see you, Caleb."

"I have to talk to her," he pleads. "I think I might know who did this."