Ch.3
Tobias's POV
"No offense Doctor Brayden, but I'm not very trusting in strangers. Especially strangers from this place that put Tris in the position she is in now." She and I sit across from each other outside of Tris's room where everything has been good so far. So far. This doesn't stop me from glancing up to get a look through the window, or stop my hands from sweating and slightly shaking. Maybe now knowing I'm not divergent has made me weak. I know it's driven me to things I should have never considered. Maybe since I'm no longer divergent, I am no longer brave. I don't feel brave.
"You might consider me a stranger Tobias. But, you are no stranger to me." She smiles like we know each other. I don't like the way she says my name either. She lets it slowly roll off of her tongue and out into the air like its some special word. It's not special. Four was special. He was Dauntless and brave. Tobias was scared of his father and is scared now.
"You're critical of me. Are you not?" she asks.
"You gave me information I don't know how to use." I decide to respond with. "I don't know who you are or why you know me. And right now I can't focus well on this matter because all I can think about is my girlfriend being poked and sewn and how she may die and how my best friends brother may die. I can't stop thinking about…"
"Death." she finishes.
"Yes."
"Death is frightening. You were supposed to ignore it in your faction. Maybe you are realizing everyone has more fears than they think they do."
"You seem to know me better than I know myself."
"It's very possible I do. I probably have notebooks stuffed with information about you somewhere around here. If you don't mind me saying so, I'm very proud of what you have become. What both of you have become." and she crosses her legs tapping one toe on the floor.
"What? A martyr and a self absorbed idiot."
"Well…" she says, but can't finish because the constant beeping that's been in the background is now faster and there are loud voices in Tris's room.
I jump up from my seat and go to the window. I can't see her. All i see are people in masks and gloves grabbing, pumping and running.
"Tris!" I yell.