I don't own Divergent.

Hey, everyone. Here's another quick update for y'all. This term is going to be really busy, so don't expect lots of updates... However, I have Christmas break in like two weeks, so maybe then.

Enjoy!

I sigh. Tobias' regular marriage proposals have started to get through. I almost want to tell him now that I'll marry him, but…but I know it's mostly because of the pain he's in. "Thom and Mykel won't let anything happen to us. And most people that play are in it for the same thing as you." I pat his leg. "And you'll be able to play soon."

Tobias lays his head on my shoulder. "I hope so."

"You will," I promise, squeezing his hand. "You will."

As soon as we get back to the hotel, I ask Zeke to keep an eye on AJ for a little while, and then tuck Tobias into bed. "I don't want you moving," I threaten.

Tobias groans. "I won't."

I sit next to him. "I'm going to make a few phone calls and then give you some food to have with your antibiotics."

"Don't leave me," he begs, grabbing my arm. "Please."

I sigh. "Tobias…"

He pulls me closer. "Please."

I feel his forehead. He's burning up now. "Tobias Eaton, next time you have a scratch, you had better tell me so I can make sure it doesn't get infected." To myself, I add, "I should've checked it last night after the airport. Goddamnit."

"I will."

"I'm going to give you some water, a granola bar, and a few pills," I inform him, standing and grabbing said things. "And you, baby, are going to eat them." I sit back down and feed him bites of the granola bar amidst sips of water and pills: two advil and his antibiotic.

Tobias soon begins to grumble. "I'm full," he says first.

"You've barely eaten today," I retort, pushing another bite into his mouth.

Next, he tries to refuse a sip of water. "I'm not thirsty."

"Water will make you feel better," I say, dribbling more into his mouth.

He continues to grumble, but I don't let up until the granola bar and water bottle are finished. "I love you, Tris."

"You, too…?" I kiss his cheek. "I need to call Zeke, Max, and Thom. I'll be back."

I slip out of our darkened room and decide to get the easiest over with first: Thom. I find his contact and call him. "Hey, Thom."

"Hey, Bea, what's up?"

"Four and I are in the original room. I know I said I'd upgrade it today, but I just realized that Four's leg is pretty infected. I have to take care of him." I cough. "He's not doing so well."

Thom is silent for a moment. "That's fine. We can stay in the -"

"No, it's not fine." I chew on my lip. "I'll upgrade it by tonight, okay?"

"Thanks, Bea."

"No problem. Thanks for doing this." I glance back at the door to the room Tobias is in.

"No problem. Hey, see you later." There's some slight scuffling. "I have to go. Bye."

"Bye," I echo.

I sigh. Next is either Max or Zeke - which'll be easier?

Max it is. "Hey, sir. It's Tris," I say.

"Hey, Tris. What can I do for you?" I hear him sit down.

"Four's leg is infected. I've started him on a course of antibiotics, but I can't leave him here without someone medically trained that he trusts. He'll flip out if he finds a stranger taking care of him."

Max sighs. "Damnit. What do you propose?"

"I think I need to stay here with him and take care of him," I reply.

Max coughs. "But I - but we need you at the stadium. As the trainer."

"Phillip will suffice for a trainer for tomorrow," I answer.

"Phillip isn't you. The players don't trust him like they do you," Max argues.

"Look, Max. I have a responsibility to the team, but I also have a responsibility to my family." I bite my lip and taste blood. "Max, I can't come in tomorrow. I'll see you when I can."

He sighs. "Okay. Thanks for calling, Tris."

"Bye, Max." I hang up. I sigh. I have to call Zeke now. "Hey, Zekey."

"Hi, Tris. What's going on?"

"Four's leg is infected." I wait for the barrage of words, but there's silence for a minute.

"Tell me you're joking," is his response, a little late.

"I wish." I sigh. "I started him on antibiotics."

"Will he be okay?"

Now I'm silent, trying to decide how to be realistic and gentle.

Zeke takes a deep, sharp breath in. "He won't? Tris, what's going on?"

"No, no!" I take a deep breath my self. "No, I think he will. I just…can't be one hundred percent sure."

"And what exactly does that mean?" Zeke growls.

"It means no guarantees. It means that he should get better…but sometimes they don't. He might have to go to the hospital if the antibiotics don't help."

Zeke is silent for a minute. "What do you even know? You're not even a doctor!" he yells into the phone.

"And neither are you," I hiss back. "But at least I have medical training."

"Sorry," Zeke amends. "I know…I know you know what's best for him."

"I'm just doing my best, Zeke." I sigh. "Are you playing tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"Is Uri?" I chew on my lip.

"No."

"I'm going to give him a call and see if he can watch AJ tomorrow. For now, can you bring him up to me?" I reply, reminding myself to also call the front desk.

"Sure. See you in a few."

I decide to call the front desk next and end up getting even more that I bargained for - they gave us the adjoining room, which just happens to have a connecting door. And since Tobias is pretty much too delirious to make a run for it, I know it won't be a problem.

"Hey, Uri," I say, rubbing my temples. "So Four is pretty sick - his leg is infected - and I need someone to take care of AJ tomorrow. Can you? Please?"

"Of course, Tris. What happened?"

"I'm not sure." I hear Four coughing in the background. "Sorry, Uri, but I have to go. I've been on the phone for a while."

"Bye Tris," he says, and then ends the call.

I go back into where Four now sits against the bedframe. He coughs again and looks up in response to the light. "Tris!"

I sit down next to him. "Lay back down, Tobias." I tuck him back in. "Do you want anything?"

"Will you lay with me?" he requests.

"You're really milking this, aren't you?" I reply, gently running my hands through his hair.

"A bit."

Zeke knocks on the door outside.

"I have to go let AJ and Zeke in. I'll be right back, Tobias." I slip away and open the door.

"Can I see him?" Zeke says immediately.

"He's asleep," I lie.

"I want to see if he's okay!"

"He'll be fine, Zeke. Give me AJ and go calm down." I hold out my arms and AJ jumps into them. "I'll tell you what's going on."

Zeke's mouth opens, but he slowly closes it. "Okay."

I sigh. AJ is now asleep, freshly bathed and fed. I fed Tobias about an hour ago, too. Now I just need to clean him up.

However, what I really want to do is just collapse next to him and sleep.

"Hey, Tobias," I murmur.

"Hey," he replies, looking up from his laptop. "What's up?"

"How's your leg feeling?"

"It's fine. You almost ready for bed? You…" He frowns and leans closer to me, examining my face. "You have really dark circles under your eyes, and you're swaying a little."

"Just tired," I reply, leaning back and smiling at him tightly.

"Don't run yourself into the ground for me, Tris," he says, grabbing my hand.

"I'm fine," I insist.

"Don't think your lies work on me any more than mine work on you," he hisses, pulling me closer to him.

"I don't think it matters," I reply. "I have to do a few more things. I'll sleep when I can."

"Tris -"

"This isn't up for debate, Tobias," I snap.

He slips into Four mode. "Whatever."

"Fine." I jerk out of his grasp and march out the door, ignoring him. I knock lightly on the connecting door and then open it. Mykel is sprawled out on the couch, snoring.

I hear laughter from behind one of the bedroom doors, so I knock lightly. The laughter subsides, and Thom calls, "Come in."

"Hey, guys." I smile tensely. "What's up?"

"Not much. Papa and I are just looking at old pictures," Henry answers, running a hand through his hair.

"D'you need something, Bea?" Thoma asks, sitting up.

"No, I was just going to tell you that Four's leg is infected and I'm going to stay here with him tomorrow. AJ will be gone."

"Sounds good. Maybe Myk can stay here and hang and Henry and I can go hang out for the day," Thom suggests.

"Okay." I glance back where Mykel is. "Why's he sleeping out there?"

"He's crashing for a few hours to take first watch," Henry supplies.

"Okay." I yawn. "Well, I'm going to crash. Thanks again, Thom."

"No problem."

I walk back to where Tobias glares slightly at his computer screen and begin to change, yawning. I put on Tobias' tee shirt and a pair of boxers and brush my teeth. Then I snuggle up to Tobias, yawning again.

Tobias stiffens at first contact, but then slowly relaxes, putting his computer down and kissing me. "Sorry."

"Me too," I reply, resting my head on his chest. "I feel like such a mom."

"You are a mom, love," he reminds me, kissing my head.

I feel the slightly warm skin of his chest. He's still running a slight fever. "How do you feel?"

"Tired," he murmurs.

"Your leg?"

"Hurts," he mumbles.

"I'm going to give you some water," I say, pushing hair from his forehead.

"Not thirsty," he complains.

"Water will make you feel better," I remind him, stepping off the bed and going into the bathroom. I fill a glass with water and sit next to him on the bed. "Sit up, Tobias."

"I don't want water," he insists.

"Sit up," I repeat.

He obeys, looking at me through hooded lashes. "I'm not thirsty."

I hold the water to his lips. "Drink."

He obeys, looking at me the entire time. When the water is gone, I stand and return the glass and then join him in bed again.

"Love you," he says.

"Sleep, Tobias," I order, kissing his head. "You too," I add. I curl up with him and we drift off.